Release
day – Nature of the Beast by Aimee Brissay
Synopsis
One mistake is all it
takes for all hell to break loose.
After sorceress
Alexandra tries to kill her insane father, her fae uncle expels her from the
Otherworld to keep her safe. Living among humans, she
wants nothing more than to leave her past behind. But working for the vampires
and the werewolves doesn’t shield her for long.
When she saves a
hurt werewolf pup, Alexandra inadvertently breaks the bond tying him with the
pack and becomes his new alpha. This unheard-of shift exposes her to all kind of
dangers, but it’s the least of Alexandra’s worries.
Back in the Otherworld, her father has not forgotten her and
dispatches an assassin to kill her. But just who is this mysterious foe, and
what will their arrival mean not only to Alexandra but to the delicate balance
of the world?
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Excerpt
“Settle
down, little one. No one is going to hurt you here.”
His
gaze darted to the hallway Chris had disappeared down, and he let out a low
rumble.
I
smiled and answered his silent question. “Not even him. He will come around.”
After he’d got over having a werewolf in the house and came to terms with the
idea that werewolves were real, that was.
“Trust
me. Now settle down.” Though keeping my tone calm, I put as much force as I
could muster behind the words.
I
wasn’t a shifter, and the animal had no reason to obey me. But power was power,
no matter where it came from, and I was praying it would be enough. Otherwise,
I was screwed.
The
wolf growled, shifting his center of gravity lower down his back as he prepared
to jump.
I
was familiar enough with werewolves to know they reacted to strength and
dominance, so I tried again, putting more of that behind my words. “Enough!”
The
growl subsided without dying completely, and the eyes holding mine became more
alert, the anxiety in them half-replaced by curiosity.
“That’s
it. Settle down.”
The
wolf whimpered and crouched until his belly rested on the floor. He regarded me
carefully, his upper lip still curled in a threat. He didn’t trust me. Not yet.
The feeling was mutual.
I
wasn’t his alpha, nor did I want to be, but I needed him calm and obedient. My heart, which beat loudly when I first faced
the animal, had lowered to a more normal rhythm. Sweat soaked through my
T-shirt, and I was willing to bet money the wolf could smell the fear on me. I
held his gaze, bringing up even more power.
Calm down, damn it!
The
wait stretched on; a nerve wrecking staring contest. I didn’t move, barely
breathing. Slowly, the wolf’s body went slack, the lip uncurling. The pupils
shrank back to normal size, for a wolf anyway, but some of the angst remained.
“That’s
it. Good boy.”
One
of his ears flicked, head tilting to the side.
“I need to check how bad you’re hurt.”
The
wolf tried to crawl farther back, clearly not happy with my suggestion.
“No,
I mean it. You’re hurt. I need to see what is going on.”
The
growl was back in his throat.
“Enough!”
I used power to put strength behind the command. “Shift!”
His
eyes widened, but the force behind the words could not be ignored. He tried to
fight me, I could see it on his face, but I kept my gaze and the stream of
power steady, waiting for him to submit.
Eventually,
the tension left his body and he stretched out on the floor. The pupils changed
slightly, their color softening to a warm brown. The fur rippled as the muscles
beneath rearranged themselves. The shoulders widened, the neck thickened, and
the muzzle retracted.
About
the Author
Born in Romania, land of the Iele
and Vlad the Impaler, AIMEE BRISSAY has spent all her life surrounded by
stories. She has ridden side by side with d’Artagnan and The Three Musketeers
to retrieve the Queen’s diamonds, set sail on the Erasmus in search of the
Japans, fell in love with Rhett Butler and roamed the Wild West alongside Old
Shatterhand. She has walked in the footsteps of the Olympian Gods and searched
for Zalmoxis’ sanctuary in the Carpathians. In her mind, she’s never been the
damsel in distress but rather the knight in shiny armor fighting for a cause.
Aimee Brissay loves each and every one of these characters with a passion, and
has always had a soft spot for the men-on-men fellows.
With a background like this, turning to writing was no surprise. Aimee discovered Men-on-Men erotica early in life and has never looked back. After that first story, she devoured all the books she could find. And when she ran out, she decided to write her own. Aimee Brissay has over 10 stories published, varying from contemporary to fantasy and BDSM, men-on-men, men-on-men-on-men or on-women, and anything in between.
With a background like this, turning to writing was no surprise. Aimee discovered Men-on-Men erotica early in life and has never looked back. After that first story, she devoured all the books she could find. And when she ran out, she decided to write her own. Aimee Brissay has over 10 stories published, varying from contemporary to fantasy and BDSM, men-on-men, men-on-men-on-men or on-women, and anything in between.
She
can write anywhere, even in a crowded room or a busy subway station, but she
loves solitude. When she’s not at her evil day job or she’s not torturing
her characters in her latest WIP, she can be found writing or playing with
her cats. Or her newly adopted dog, because 5 cats are just not enough.
She welcomes messages from readers
and promises to answer all of them as soon as possible, though that can mean
anything from one hour to a month.
Aimee Brissay can be found at
www.men-on-men.com
Aimeebrissay@gmail.com
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