Series: Australian Shifters book 1
Author: Angel
Castle
Email: jazzgenie@hotmail.com
Genre: Erotic Romance
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Heat Level: 1
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BLURB:
Fed up
with men, but wanting a baby, Storm Wellington decides to take matters into her
own hands, randomly selecting an obscure little town to find an unknowing sperm
donor. Unknowingly, Storm walks into a town run and owned by big cat shifters. River
Black, Alpha of Blacktown can’t believe his luck, finding his mate in his own
town, even better, the lovely lush woman is more than eager. After a passionate
night, Storm disappears without a trace, leaving River desperate to find her. Finally,
tracking her down, River discovers the evidence of her single parenthood plans
and is now pregnant with his cubs. River persuades Storm to return to Blacktown
with him, but another has her eye on River and is determined to rid the town of
any rival. In the sweltering heat of the Australian Summer, River must convince
Storm to be his mate and protect her or risk losing her forever.
Chapter One
Storm Wellington wanted a
baby more than anything. It was why she stood outside a bar in an obscure
little place called Black Town.
Still, her desire did
little to calm her apprehension, making her stomach twist almost painfully.
With a firm grip on the door handle of the bar, she pushed it open, taking a
few steps inside. The wafting smell of beer and cigarette smoke hit her. The
low pounding beat of heavy rock music thumped in time with her frantically
hammering heart. Work, damn you feet.
She moved further into the dim interior, her gaze landing on the long black
bar.
The plan was simple: to
find a man, any man, willing to have no-strings-attached sex with her. She
understood men well enough to know free pussy wasn't something they would
easily refuse.
Hell, it didn't have to be
a one-night stand; she would be well on her way once the deed was done. If you
counted the removal of clothes into the equation, what, a whole five to ten
minutes?
Be
strong. Be confident, you can do this. She'd been chanting this
same mantra since she'd left home. She chose this particular spot at random, by
placing her hand over her eyes, then circling her finger before jabbing it at
the map on her desk. Fate had decided to take her to Black Town after a quick
internet search, finding it contained just what she needed; an out of the way
bar and a motel room surrounded by native Australian Forest. It was a three
hour drive, but the further away the place, the better. She plotted various
seduction scenarios, along with timing her visit during the peak of her
fertility cycle.
Storm quickly scanned the
interior, noticing an empty stage at the back of the room with a small space
where scattered round black tables were nicely complemented by sturdy looking
silver and black metallic chairs. She spotted the cricket bat mounted on the
wall behind the bar. With a boldly printed score chart: Bat- eleven: Bar patrons- zero. Did
they get a lot of bar fights?
Her gaze roamed over the
dozen or so bar patrons who stopped their low chatter to turn and stare at her.
She saw why the place featured solid bar furniture. Each and every man in the
bar displayed strong broad shoulders, thick firm necks, chiseled, handsome
features and solid muscle. A mix of awe and wonder hit her as she realized none
of them would weigh in at less than a hundred and eighty pounds. Wow! She'd
struck genetic gold! As for the few women littered amongst them clothed in only
simple jeans and t-shirts, they were, without exception, slim, bright eyed and
cover-model gorgeous.
Storm drew comfort from
the fact the men outnumbered the
women. Panic threatened to rise. What if none of the men found her attractive
enough? Not allowing herself to back pedal, she made her way to the bar.
Even if she was a far cry
from the apparent beauties now surrounding her and clearly challenged in the
height department, being only five foot three, her grandmother always taught
her being neat and clean easily made up for her plain features.
She ran her hands down her
skirt to smooth out the wrinkles. It didn't matter how she looked, because now
was certainly not the time to be second-guessing herself. No doubts, just
forward and onward, to do what she came here to do then get the hell out.
She moved away from the
door. On reaching the bar, she smiled at the bartender and noticed him watching
her with a curious expression.
"Can I have a coke,
please?"
He arched an orange
eyebrow. "Just a Coke?"
Alcohol was not on the
cards tonight, even if she did desperately want something to calm her nerves
and loosen the tension making nearly every muscle in her body ache.
"Yes, just a Coke."
The man reached under the
counter, pulled out the trademark bottle and plonked it firmly on the counter
before reaching for a glass and setting it next to her chosen beverage. Storm
glanced down, digging around in her purse to pay for her drink.
"This one's on me,
sugar."
Storm looked up, startled,
not having heard the man approach. Remember
what you're here for. Storm plastered on a friendly smile.
"Um, thank you."
Exotic dark chocolate eyes
regarded her with interest; his rich brown hair haphazardly stuck out on his
head as though he used his hand for a comb. Handsome, like every man in the
bar, he would do nicely.
"I'll have a Coke
too, Ted, just add a touch of hair in mine," he said with an impish smile.
"So what's a lovely little lady like you doing in a place like this?"
Smooth. A touch cheesy,
but sweet.
"Just travelling
through. I've got a room at the motel for the night before heading home
tomorrow. As the signs on the highway say, drowsy drivers die." Her
pre-prepared lie came out easily.
"Well, I'm sure glad
you stopped in, sugar." His grin was seductive.
Storm giggled and felt
herself blush; maybe this wouldn't be so difficult after all.
"I'm Storm."
"Storm, I like that. Hamish
Brown, at your service, little lady." He offered his hand.
Storm allowed her smile to
widen before slipping her hand into his warm one. Yes, his services would do
nicely.
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