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Marc Levy

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Tales of the Werebear Volume 2 (Hot Leather Daddy Love and Revenge)

Geir Sathrum may look like the perfet hot leather daddy--but he has a secret. He's a Werebear, the biggest (in all ways) and strongest of the Shape-Shifters. This is no Gentle Ben. This is a supernatural creature with many appetites, and he craves rough sex even more than he does food. But when the local Werewolf Pack betrays him, what he wants most is vengeance. (An Adults Only tale so hot your E-Reader may catch on fire. It features explicit sexual domination by someone who always gets what he wants.) This collection includes the previously published:

*Werebear Bang: The Werebear defines rough sex. No human lover can live if he loses control. Fortunately, Shifters are able to heal in a way humans cannot. Join the Werebear on his journey to taste life to the fullest, including the rich blood of an alpha Werewolf during one of the wildest and roughest gangbangs you’ll ever find.

*Werebear Gone Wild: Dallas has to survive the sexual attention of his current alpha and the largest and strongest of the Supernatural community—the Werebear. Ravaged by hungers Dallas doesn’t fully understand, the Werebear has shown him how the roughest of sex can feel like ecstasy injected by a bolt of lightning. What will it mean when the Werebear joins the Pack for a Full Moon Run? There’s a reason the Werebear calls himself a Berserker—and why berserk means “crazy” in English.

*Werebear Bound: Dallas has just watched his Pack Leader attack the largest and strongest of the Shape-Shifters, the Werebear. And lose. This night reveals many secrets that will uncover the true nature of not only Dallas’ Pack Leader, but his own. How much loyalty does Dallas owe to a Pack that’s corrupt? And can anyone survive the full fury of a Werebear gone wild?

Excerpt:

My boots had a satisfyingly heavy sound going up the wooden steps to what was waiting for me. A werewolf alpha, a baby alpha and whatever the hell the Coyote guy was. Having ravaged them all I just hoped they could take what I had to offer.

I didn’t bother knocking, but just pushed the door open. There was no surprise. All three would have heard me coming with my first step. Hell, I was probably throwing off enough evne, the supernatural energy we have that helps us be who we are—what we are, they could feel me through the wall. The three of them were sitting shirtless around the table, each holding a shot glass frozen half way to their lips. Do I know how to make an entrance, or what?

I picked up a blue bottle of tequila—a brand I had never seen before, and swigged it. It was going to be a heavy duty night and I wanted to start it off with a buzz. I wouldn’t mind ending it that way. Given the fact Derrick owned a bar across the way, I didn’t think that would be a problem. By this time they had recovered enough to slam down their drinks and look a little lost. No problem. I knew just where I wanted them. I shifted my eyes so they glowed in a way no were could do, and the Coyote guy hadn’t shown me he was able to do it, either.

I took another long pull of the tequila. “Who wants to go first?” I put the bottle down and looked directly at Derrick. I had made up my mind before I had left my home. Derrick, Dallas, and then finishing off with hearing the Coyote shriek as I screwed the hell out of him. Then I’d start over. I wondered which of the three would last the longest. Of the four of us, I fully knew it would be me. It would always be me.

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