Alyssa's Choice

I'm so excited to announce that Alyssa's Choice is releasing in 11 days, and is already getting great reviews!

Here's a Sneak Peak of Alyssa's Choice!

I learned at our chat the other night that Alyssa's Choice will be up for Book of the Month at Sensual Reads! It received a 5 rose review! [snoopy dance]

Oh! And don't forget about the Zuzu's Petals Writing Contest we have going on over at Twilight Fantasies! Deadline is May 15th!

Short blurb:
Two sexy werewolves long to help heal Alyssa's broken heart. Will Alyssa make the right choice?


Excerpt:
“Eight ball, side pocket.” Marc pointed the cue stick toward the left side of the table before squaring his shoulders and taking aim.Conner watched his friend sink the eight ball with a smile. Marc’s gloating didn’t bother him in the least. There was a time no man could beat Conner at this game.
Now, the game wasn’t what was on his mind. In fact, Conner often found himselfwondering why he had a game room.
Using his preternatural senses, Conner tuned out the sound of the overly loud music Marc insisted they play and listened to the sounds of his wife in the kitchen: the pots clinking, cabinet doors shutting, Alexis humming. Those sounds were the music he wanted filling his life right now.
Urghhhh. Why couldn’t Marc get a clue? Being a werewolf himself, Marcshould know that the only person Conner wanted to spend time with tonight was Alexis.
“I think you purposely visit me the night before the full moon so you can win.”
Conner placed his cue stick back in its stand.
Marc smirked, but sheepishly averted his eyes. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You know damn well what I mean. I can’t think of anything but Lexi the night before a full moon, and you know it. That’s okay, bud. You’ll get yours one day. Just wait until you find your mate.” Conner sipped his beer.
Taking Conner’s hint that the game was over, Marc strode to his side of the room and placed his cue stick in the stand. Picking up his own beer, Marc’s eyes narrowed on Conner. “I found my mate, man. She just doesn’t want anything to do with me.”
Conner thought he noticed a hint of sadness on Marc’s features.
“She’ll come around, man. She’s just still not sure what to think about us.”
Conner knew Marc had his sights set on Alyssa Cooke, Lexi’s sister.“She dumped me for a human, Conner. How can you be so sure she’ll come around?”
To be an eighty year old werewolf, Marc still had a tendency to whine like a teenager. His dark brown eyes seemed to brood. Marc stalked to the fireplace and picked up a picture. He ran his finger down the side of her face and sighed.
Conner shook his head. “You’ve gotta give her time, man. She just found out she’s a carrier six months ago. It was a shock for her.”
“Whatever.” Marc replaced the picture. “Lexi just found out she was a carrier seven months ago, and she let you turn her within a month.”
“That was different. Alexis was already pregnant when she let me turn her. She wanted it for the sake of our baby. Besides, Lexi and Alyssa are two very different people.” Conner ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He knew he should be more concerned for his friend’s plight, but all he wanted was for him to leave so he couldspend the night making love to his wife.
The sounds in the kitchen changed. No longer were they happy sounds. Cabinet doors opened and closed with loud bangs.
Shit! What now? Conner thought as he rushed from the room to find out what else would ruin his plans for tonight.
His groin pulsed when he saw her bent over to peer under the sink. Her tummy was well-rounded with their child and her feet were swollen, but she never looked more beautiful to Conner. He wanted to make love to her, tenderly, for hours. He longed to hear her call out when he made her come for him over and over again.
“Tell me what you’re looking for, Lexi. I’ll find it for you.” Conner kept his voice calm. He could tell she was upset about something, but knew better than to ask what until she was ready to tell him. He breathed a quick prayer that it wasn’t his faultand crossed the room toward her.
Alexis was seven months pregnant, which would make her moody enough if that were all. But that wasn’t all. She was also a werewolf. Which meant that aside from the pregnancy hormone-induced mood swings, she was also at the beck and call of the moon.
Hell hath no fury like a pissed-off pregnant werewolf on the night before the full moon.
“Honey?” Conner gently touched the small of her back.She whirled around and growled, “Don’t you ‘Honey’ me! Find me a hammer.”
Her yellowed eyes and elongated nails told him to back away and find a hammer as quickly as possible.
“Here it is, Lexi.” He lay the hammer down on the counter when he noticed she was still looking through cabinets. “I thought you needed the hammer?”
“Lighter fluid.” Her yellowed eyes had tears in them. He longed to pull her into his arms, but when he stepped forward, she growled at him. He stepped back, but his heart ached. A wolf’s instinct is to defend itself when it is hurting. For werewolves, this translates into emotional as well as physical pain. So, Conner couldn’t be sure what kind of pain Alexis was in.
“It’s in the garage. I’ll get it, hon… uh, Lexi.” Conner scurried from the kitchen wondering if she was going into premature labor. Werewolves had stronger infants than humans, so he knew the baby would be okay, but he wasn’t sure he was ready to see Alexis in that much pain.
“Here it is.” He looked around the kitchen, but Alexis was not there. Marc was leaned against the wall with a shocked expression on his face.
“I thought she was literally going to rip my head off,” he told Conner.
“Where is she?”
“Out front.” Marc pointed to the front door, still standing ajar.Once outside, Conner saw his very pregnant wife attempting to lift a barbeque grill into the bed of his truck.
“Lexi. Stop. You can’t lift that. You might hurt yourself or the baby.”
“I need the barbecue grill,” she growled at him. Her teeth were elongating.
“Yes, ma’am. Let me get that for you.”

End of ExcerptCopyright 2006, Trista Bane
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