So without further ado, here's a taste of Ace and MacKenzie from my first ever paranormal menage, Pacts and Promises.
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“I was so glad you called,” Ace murmured in Kenzie’s ear as he placed a possessive hand on the small of her back and guided her across the wood planked porch. He smiled when she shivered, loving how she was as helpless to him as he was to her. “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while, but…”
“But what?” Kenzie blinked her gorgeous eyes up at him. Even with the moon barely glittering overhead, he couldn’t miss the curiosity glimmering in the granite depths. “You thought I had cooties or something?”
Amused, a smile tilted his lips. “Of course not,” he replied while helping her down the steep steps like the gentleman he wasn’t but had been schooled by Henry to be. “I know you have cooties. You’ve been spending all your time with that flea infested pussy of yours.”
Kenzie scowled, her displeased glare more endearing than intimidating. “You take that back, Ace Monroe Gallagher! Only I get to call Emmett a pussy. To you, he's a fe-lion.”
Ace shook his head. “No, I don’t think I will.” A heartbeat later, a soft slapping sound rang out, and it took a minute for Ace to realize that he’d been gently smacked in the chest by the she-wolf of his dreams. And fantasies. But rather than be angry, he came to a sudden halt a few feet away from the porch steps. Then turning to her, he chuckled. “Now I know I won’t.”
Her scowl morphed into a ferocious glower as she stepped away from his touch. She balled her fists on her voluptuous hips, which was a mistake on her part because her defiant gesture only drew his attention to the generous curve and distracted him. “Yes, you will. Or I’ll—”
Ace lifted his gaze from his mate’s hips, slowly and appreciatively, to the tempting dip at her waist then drifted up and over her lush breasts to her face. He arched an eyebrow at her then asked, “You’ll what?”
Kenzie went silent, nibbling her succulent lower lip. As he watched, a variety of expressions danced across her charming ‘thinking’ face. This should be good, he decided. Almost as good as she looks tonight. And damn, the woman looked un-fucking-believable. Not that she didn’t always look like perfection personified. But there was something different about her tonight. It could have been how her too red to be chestnut, too brown to be auburn hair fell around her shoulders, framing her pretty face, rather than being pulled back in her trademark ponytail. Or it could have been that her faded jeans were nowhere in sight, and she’d wrapped her statuesque self in a daring purple dress that revealed as much as it covered. It could have even been that she’d replaced her sneakers with high heels that made her already long legs look like a stunning supermodel’s. Or hell, it could have been the exotic jungle green she’d applied to her eyelids and the dewy pink blush she’d brushed onto the apples of her cheeks. But personally, he thought it was the way she talked and walked—like a wolf bent on seducing her mate, which according to Emmett, she was. Thank the gods.
Kenzie finally released her lip before a brilliant smile curved her mouth upward. “I’m not telling you, wolfie, because then you’ll see me coming and run the other way.”
Ace choked back his mushy response, saying, “I doubt that, Kenz,” rather than “I always see you coming, and I would never run away.” A wolf had his pride, after all.
“Speaking of running away…” Kenzie cocked her head to the side. “Where are your sidekicks?”
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I hope you enjoyed my teeny, tiny tease! Check back next week for more. XOXOXO!
Love and cherries,
p.s. Don't forget to check out When One is Not Enough for another un-edited snippet! :)