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Mikayla knew this day was coming. News has come down from the planetary elders—now that she’s twenty-five, the law requires she pick her lifemate. She may be the planetary secretary, but when it comes to trying out potential mates, she’s inexperienced and nervous.
She only needs one man with whom she can trust her life. Luckily she knows three—all friends since childhood. Even if they’re not thrilled to be her potential lifemate, it’s the only way she can get through this process.
Mikayla couldn’t be more wrong about Cedric, Kyle, and Brett. They’re eager, yet resentful about the situation. Each one would kill to claim her, but they’re not too happy about having to risk their friendship to win her love. Yet, one by one, they set out to do just that.
Mikayla is stunned to learn all three men drive her mad with desire—and make her feel cherished. Loved. Choosing one seems impossible, until the one man she doesn’t want forces her hand…
Kyle grinned and sank down next to her, then leaned back on his elbows, crossing one leg over another.
The action drew his shirt taut over his abdomen, highlighting the muscles beneath.
A flutter occurred low in her belly and she bit her lip, shifting her gaze away. What was the matter with her? He was fully clothed and this was hardly the first occasion she’d spent time with him alone.
“Mikayla,” Kyle said softly and caught her hand. “What made you choose us?”
Her cheeks warmed and she shrugged. “Well, basically it was like I said. I suppose I hate the idea of making a strange man my lifemate. I know you three. I adore you and would trust each one of you with my life.” She lifted her gaze and searched his eyes. The unease hit again—was she forcing them into this? She
whispered, “Am I being terribly selfish?”
His blue gaze darkened, flickered with heat. “No, kitten. Not selfish at all. Though you’ve put us in one hell of a predicament.”
“Have I? How so?” Her heart skipped and she ran her tongue across her mouth.
Kyle’s gaze dropped to observe the movement.
“Because all three of us would give our souls to possess you,” he said roughly and, with a light tug of his hand, pulled her so that she fell across his chest. He reclined fully onto the blanket and slid his hands up her waist.
“To win your love.”
Surprise rushed through her. Truly? They all wanted more than just friendship from her?
Her pulse quickened and she wondered if she should be feeling guilty for acting so wanton. But dear Gods it felt wonderful to lie across his hard body like this. Across Kyle. How strange…
“All of you? But Brett didn’t seem happy in the least.”
Kyle laughed. “He’s just infuriated that I was chosen to court you first. The man is more competitive than he likes to let on.” He slid his hand down to her ass, cupping her through the thin cotton. “But fortunately I am too, kitten. Do I have your permission to continue?”
Continue. Oh Gods, she could not even begin to comprehend what that entailed, but she wanted it. Not trusting her voice, she gave a slight nod.
Triumph flickered in his gaze as he slid one hand up to cradle the back of her head, pulling her mouth down to his. His mouth was entirely too skilled, coaxing her lips apart before his tongue slipped inside.
She met his commanding touch, hesitantly flicking her tongue against his. Heat bloomed in her body as she let her weight rest fully on him. He threaded his fingers through her hair and tilted her head, deepening the kiss.
Warmth slid through Mikayla’s body, gathering heavily between her legs. She squirmed against him, needing more than the kiss, but not sure how to ask for it.
But Kyle seemed to know exactly what she needed, because he lifted one leg between her thighs so that she straddled him. His knee wedged against her pussy, sending all kinds of sparks of pleasure through her.
She cried out and lifted her head, bracing her hands on either side of his body, rocking back and forth on his knee in search of that ultimate pleasure.
“You need to slow down, kitten,” he murmured and slid his hands up her ribcage to cup her breasts. “This is just the beginning.”
Oh Gods! Mikayla closed her eyes. If this was just the beginning of pleasure, then she was in a heap of trouble.
Beth: Oh Gods is right! Welcome, Shelli! It was a big year for you last year. Tell us about something new you learned last year as a writer.
Shelli: I really learned to pay it forward. To spread the love and support other authors. Because it can be a lonely and frustrating road. The more support we have, the easier it is.
Beth: Good point. Writing is a very isolating profession by nature. We need support and guidance.
What do you fear the most?
Sheli: In writing? Well, probably that illegal downloading will mean no one buys my books, and I’m essentially writing for free. Which, being a single mom, sorry, can’t do that. LOL. Thankfully I seem to have a good following right now of readers who buy my books—and I’m so thankful to them!
Beth: Yeah, no kidding. The effects of piracy are so subtle and insidious.
How do you want to be remembered as a writer?
Shelli: Someone whose books were fun to read. Where they could make you laugh or make you cry. Make you believe in love. It’s always gotta be about the love for me. Maybe because I’m still looking for it myself 😛
Beth: Well good luck with that, friend. 😉
You are not allowed to bow out of this part—I can’t believe how modest authors usually are, refusing to do this part!—please give us a paragraph or two from your writing of which you are particularly proud. Why do you like this portion? Oh, see I can totally understand why people WOULD bow out. Hmm. Well, I like dialog quit a bit (I’m a dialog whore) so here’s a scene that I’m quite fond of in my book Anybody but Justin.
“Gabby? What am I missing here? Why are you so afraid to take this thing between us to the next
“Because I can’t trust you!”
Her hoarse words hung in the air—increasing that invisible barrier between them. She could’ve sworn
she saw a flicker of hurt on his face, but then it was gone.
“How can you not trust me? Jesus, Gab, you know me inside and out. I considered you my best
“That’s just it,” she said quietly and closed her eyes briefly. She hadn’t wanted to go here with him.
Hadn’t wanted to have to admit it. “I do know you, Justin. I know you entirely too well.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re going to give me some crap line about how sleeping with me would be
like sleeping with your brother?”
“No!” She laughed and some of the tension left her body at his ridiculous question. “I wouldn’t have
been all over you like white on rice a minute ago if I remotely had that brother vibe while kissing you.”
A smug smile flitted across his face before he straightened it and cleared his throat.
“Okay, so what’s the problem? Why don’t you trust me?”
“Because I know how you are with women.” She turned away and walked back into the kitchen.
There was no way she would let him see the vulnerability she knew would be naked on her face. It was an
effort to keep her words light. “You sleep with a woman for a few weeks…maybe even a month or two,
and then it’s over. You move on.”
“I don’t want to be one of those women, Justin. I won’t.”
There was no response right away. Was he mad? Disappointed? She stared out the small window in
the kitchen and drew her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I don’t know why you’re casting stones from a glass house,” he finally said. “In the two years we
lived together, you never once had a long-term relationship.”
“Maybe not,” she admitted. “But there were a helluva lot more women passing through the house than
“Not that many more.”
She turned, startled at the sudden tightness in his words. When she looked at him again, his
expression had turned surly and his hands were shoved into his pockets.
“What, did you keep track or something?”
He didn’t reply, which sent a wave of butterflies through her stomach. He wouldn’t have kept tabs on
the men she’d dated, would he? By all appearances, he’d barely noticed when she did date different guys.
“We’re more alike than you think. I don’t see how it could hurt to just see where this thing between us
Why did he keep pressing? Her pulse sped up and she ran her tongue over her lips. No way. It was
simply too crazy to contemplate.
Twice now Justin had touched her in a way that went beyond platonic. That was two times she’d
gotten swept away on a rush of desire, but more so, had felt the tugging at her heart. Of wanting to let
someone in. Lord, he already had one foot into the door of her heart, having been her best friend.
But Justin was not a man she could fall in love with. She just couldn’t. It wouldn’t end right at all.
The best-case scenario, she’d end up with a broken heart. The worst case…she’d end up like her mother.
Beth: 🙂 Nice one, Shelli.
What new projects do you have in store for your readers?
Shelli: Well, let’s see. I have my second futuristic Aphrodisia book coming out this summer, called Need Me. And then I’ve just sold the first novella, Going Down (cop term of course 😉 , in a series of novellas to Samhain. Kind of a small coastal town, brothers, all in heroic careers type of thing. Then I have my agent (our agent!) with a couple projects she’ll be shopping in the future. Fingers crossed!
Beth: Yep, crossed all around.
Thanks so much for joining us here today, Shelli. It’s always a pleasure.
Shelli: Thank you for having me! Always fun being here!
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