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From The Dirty Dozen: MC Edition – Royally Taken – Royal Sons MC Book 2 by Elle Boon


Royally Taken
Royal Sons MC Book 2
By
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Elle Boon

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Ever wonder what it’s like
to take a walk on the wild side?

Find out as these eleven authors show you as they take you on a journey through their MC Worlds.

See what it’s like to be thrust into the dangerous world of an MC, where brotherhood and loyalty are more than just words.

These eleven authors will have you captivated and wishing to wear one of their MC patches with each word you read.

Warning: These stories have adult content. Some also contain graphic violence and dark emotional scenarios which may trigger some readers. Proceed with caution. You have been warned.

I am only reviewing Royally Taken – by Elle Boon here. I am still reading the others and will do a complete review of the Anthology when I am finished with all of them.

ROYALLY TAKEN:

He’s the protector. Sometimes he walked a fine line between right and wrong, but make no mistake, when shit goes south, he’s the one you’d want to have your back.

I fell in love with this series in the first book Royally Twisted. Now the tale continues as the Royal Sons take on the rescue of Ayesha’s sister from a human trafficking ring. Little did they know they would be getting some help from an unexpected source.

Kailani Travino had been planning her escape from her father and brother ever since she turned eighteen, and she wasn’t going to let them hurt their latest acquisition either. Of course that makes her escape a bit more difficult and dangerous.

This is a favorite scene.

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Traeger asked, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Surely he didn’t just watch two women scale their way down the side of the mansion. Well, small in the sense it wasn’t a Kennedy size mansion. Fuck, this mission just became a little more complicated.

“The first girl looked like the one Keys gave us information on. The other one, I didn’t recognize. What do we do with her, boys?” Digger asked.

Traeger looked at the other man. “We grab ‘em both and figure out the what the fucks after.”

They’d driven down with Digger and Coal, both men driving their cage vehicles. While the MC preferred their bikes, when they went on a mission, they used what they needed, and a cage or a vehicle on four wheels was usually needed. Digger drove the lead SUV, a tricked out armored Escalade that fit eight, while Coal drove a van that could hold a dozen, and also housed a state of the art computer system.

“Sounds solid to me,” Duke agreed.

“My facial recognition program says one of the females is the sister of the fuck who took the girl we’re here to rescue, which by the way, it appears she’s helping our target escape,” Keys explained through the speaker system of their vehicle, letting them all in on what he’d found.

“We better move. I see movement on the upper floors. I think the fucks in question know their girl is missing.” Traeger opened the door, moving before he’d finished speaking, blending into the waning night. There were a few things he was excellent at—fucking, shooting any type of weapon with accuracy, and blending into his surroundings. Even at over six feet two, he knew how to find the shadows and become one with them. He made sure his rifle was close just in case he needed it as he moved toward his targets, keeping his ears peeled for any indication that the men from inside had come out. Thanks to Keys, they had already disabled all the alarms inside and out, so even if the women inadvertently would’ve triggered one, none would go off.

He and King moved like a team, both silent and deadly when needed, each of them taking a route toward the women that was sure to intercept wherever they planned to go, before they had a chance to get there. King motioned for him to stay closer to the house, while he moved farther ahead in case there was trouble waiting in front of the women. From the intel they’d gotten on the drive down, there shouldn’t be, but Traeger knew it only took a moment for shit to hit the fan. In cases of human trafficking, none of them liked to gamble with the lives of women or children, or in this case a teen girl.

Flood lights began lighting up the front yard, making it nearly impossible for him to find his shadowy spots, but he didn’t change his course, staying low, picking up his pace until he finally reached the two women at the same time as King. His arms came up and around the older of the two, his hand clamping over her mouth, silencing her scream.

“Sssh, I’m not here to hurt you. Well, that is unless you’re part of your brother’s shit, then all bets are off,” he growled.

Traeger held her slender body against his, feeling her instant surrender against his chest.

She shook in his arms for a moment, then relaxed as if all the fight went out of her.

“We need to move. Keys says there’s movement inside and lots of it,” King said, his deep voice barely above a whisper.

Both girls whimpered but between the both of them, neither could say anything.

“Your sister’s looking for you. If you’re a good girl, I’ll have you back with her by sunup,” King assured the young girl.

Traeger’s woman stiffened in his arms. “What’s the matter, you upset we’re taking away your money maker?” he asked, venom lacing his words.

The younger female in King’s arms squirmed, trying to get away. “She saved me, you asshat,” she muttered out between King’s fingers.

Traeger raised his brows but didn’t say a word. “We need to move. You got your target under control Pres, or you need a little assistance?”

King raised one brow, his eyes, from what Traeger could see reflected from the moonlight, clearly telling him his friend, and President of the Royal Sons, would be paying him back for that remark. Traeger gave a low chuckle, figuring they’d both need to blow off some steam when they got back to the club, unless they found another way to expend the pent up energy. The woman he held moved against him, reminding him of another way he could blow off steam, a much more pleasurable way for sure. However, fucking a woman who had clear ties to one of the largest drug cartels on the west coast, one that also dabbled in human trafficking, was a sure way to wind up dead, or in jail. Neither option held much appeal.

“You two done playing? ‘Cause you got about ten fuckers coming in hot right behind you. I can give you a distraction, but you’re not gonna make it back to us the same way you went in. Find another way, and we’ll meet you at plan B.”
Boon,Elle. Royally Taken. The Dirty Dozen: MC Edition. Kindle Locations (3027-3069). Kindle Edition.

There is plenty of suspense and action as Traeger ‘Trigger’ takes Lani to safety. Well sort of.

A page turning read that may contain triggers. I couldn’t stop turning the pages as this story unfolds with lots of emotion, pain, romance and sizzle.

5 Contented Purrs for Elle!

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Elle Boon

Elle Boon is a USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy alphas, strong heroines, and sinfully sexy romance. She lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband and Kally Kay her black lab and writing partner. She has two amazing kids, Jazz and Goob, and is a MiMi to one adorable little nugget named Romy, or maybe better known as RomyGirl, who has totally won over everyone who sees hers. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her and has no plans on stopping.

She writes what she loves to read, and that’s romance, whether it’s about Navy SEALs, or paranormal beings, as long as there is a happily ever after. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.


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New Series! Royally Twisted – Royal Sons MC Book 1 by Elle Boon


Royally Twisted
Royal Sons MC Book 1
By
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Elle Boon

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A broken hearted Ivy will need more than just flowery words to see she’s worthy of love and Tymber is the man who will show her she’s stronger than even she knows.

Ivy needs a warrior…leaves one home and runs to the only other home she’s ever known, until tragedy strikes, leaving her spinning with nothing to catch her this time. Her best friend taking his life and the family she thought loved her like one of their own pointing accusing fingers toward her leaves her with an emptiness she’s felt only one other time.

Tymber is a survivor, a fighter…He’s fought wars in foreign countries, lost his mother to breast cancer and still he fought. Now, as a man who prides himself on being strong, he battled with insecurities after finding himself facing that same disease.

A chance meeting…Tymber knew the moment he sees Ivy something is different with her. She wasn’t broken, just a little bent and he is just the man to fix her. He just didn’t know how close he’d been to losing her before he’d gotten the chance to find her. Together, they’ll learn to love again while freeing themselves from an MC who didn’t like to lose.

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In this book Elle takes on some difficult subjects and there are scenes that could be a trigger for some people. She not only addresses suicide and the aftermath, but she also brings breast cancer into this story but not how you might expect.

Tymber sees Ivy trying to peak into a room where a meeting is in progress. Not knowing her story but sensing she needs to talk he approaches her.

Ivy needs to work out the emotions she has building, but didn’t have the courage to enter the room. In Tymber she finds someone she can connect with, and that surprised her.

This is a favorite scene.

Walking out the door, he made his way toward the mystery woman, wondering what would make a stunner like her want to kill herself. Her outfit screamed zero fucks given but clearly cost a lot of money. He was the only boy of four and knew enough to spot name brands. Harley Davidson clothes were sexy as fuck but weren’t cheap. Paired with the leather mini skirt, and the dollar signs were adding up. The slim, sexy legs he could imagine wrapped around his waist or neck…he truly was an equal opportunity guy, looked as though she worked out.

“You going to stand there all night and eye fuck me, or move on?”

Tymber brought his gaze up, startled to see bright green eyes glaring back at him. Black hair, green eyes, and porcelain skin. Black Irish his mama would’ve call her. Damn, he bet she had the fiery temper too. “Sorry, I was trying to get the nerve up to speak to you,” he lied.

She fell back onto her feet, no longer standing on the tips of the boots she wore, the leather making a creaking noise in the silence of the hall. “Uh huh, and you thought my ass had all the answers?”

A grin split his lips. “Sugar, many a fine ladies’ asses have left me speechless, yet none have given me answers. Does your ass talk?”

It was her turn to grin. “Well, I’m told when I walk away men’s tongues tend to wag. Does that count?”

He stepped closer, keeping his hands in his pockets, not wanting to appear threatening. Damn, she smelled fucking amazing. “I’d ask for a demonstration, but I find myself not wanting you to leave.”

She snorted. “Good line, lumberjack.”

Tymber startled at the name. “What?”

“The flannel and work boots. Hence lumberjack. Although I do have to say California is a far cry from the woods.” As she spoke, her hand went up and down, outlining his frame, indicating his attire.

He thought about her words, then nodded. “So, going by clothing choice, you’d be goth girl. Oh, we are a pair. The lumberjack and goth girl. Surely those are superhero names or should be.”

She laughed, then bit her lip. “I…this is odd.”

He moved across the hallway, giving her space when he sensed she needed it. He leaned against the wall, raising one leg up and resting his foot on the wall and then crossed his arms. “Nah, not odd. Ant Man was odd,” he said when the silence stretched too long.

Finally, she nodded. “You’re right; that could work. Our superhero names,” she agreed. “What would be our superpower?” she mimicked his pose.

Running his hand down his short beard a couple times, he tapped his chin as he thought. “Superman has several powers, but his disguise was fucking lame as shit. I’m gonna go with Iron Man.”

“I didn’t ask which superhero. I said what superpower,” she laughed.

Her laugh was deep, making him think of smooth whiskey. “Yeah, but after giving it some thought, I decided a complete takeover was due,” he argued.

Again, her husky laugh filled the hallway. “You’re a rule breaker, aren’t you?”

Tymber shrugged. “Only when the rules are stupid. Now, before you get your panties in a twist, I’m not saying your rules were stupid.”

When she held her hand up and gifted him with another laugh, he swore he’d do almost anything to hear it again and again. “First of all, I didn’t give a rule. Second of all, I don’t have any panties on.” Her cheeks turned a delicate pink, but she didn’t break eye contact.

Oh, he liked her sass. Now, he just needed to convince her to go to the suicide help meeting, or maybe he could help her. He knew all about thinking life was over. Five years ago, he was sure his time was up. He’d never heard of a man getting breast cancer. For fuckssake, he didn’t have tits like a woman. Sure, he had pecs, he worked out and had muscles, but not huge man boobs. A nice six pack and he felt he was good to go. No, he wouldn’t win any body building competitions, but he didn’t give a shit about them. He’d had women say they could wash their tongues on his abs…and he’d let them. Ahh, the good old days.

“Hey, you okay?”

Shit, he needed to keep his head on straight.

“My name’s Tymber Black, by the way,” he blurted.

Big green eyes widened. “Oh, um, I’m Ivy.”

He moved off the wall, holding out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ivy. Would you like to go grab a cup of coffee and discuss our superhero status further?”

Wariness filled her gaze. “Is that a euphemism for lets go have sex?”

Her pale hand trembled in his large one. “Sugar, when we have sex, there will be no euphemisms. I’m not one to worry about being too harsh or blunt. If I have something to say, or if I feel something, I just say it. Life is too short to play those type of games.”
Boon, Elle . Royally Twisted (Royal Sons MC). Elle Boon. Kindle locations (148-187). Kindle Edition.

As this story plays out, we meet the brothers of Ivy’s best friend who killed himself. They believe she was Luke’s girlfriend, when in fact Damien was the man in Luke’s life. They take exception when Ivy starts dating Tymber and things get wild.

A wild, intense, satisfying read, with plenty of heat in more ways than one.

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Elle Boon

Elle Boon is a USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy alphas, strong heroines, and sinfully sexy romance. She lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband and Kally Kay her black lab and writing partner. She has two amazing kids, Jazz and Goob, and is a MiMi to one adorable little nugget named Romy, or maybe better known as RomyGirl, who has totally won over everyone who sees hers. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her and has no plans on stopping.

She writes what she loves to read, and that’s romance, whether it’s about Navy SEALs, or paranormal beings, as long as there is a happily ever after. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.


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A Fey’s Wolf – Mystic Wolves Book 5 By Elle Boon



A Fey’s Wolf
Mystic Wolves Book 6
By
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Elle Boon

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When a wolf catches the scent of his mate, he’ll do anything to claim and protect her, even if that means protecting the little Fey from himself.

An Enforcer…

Torq’s place among the Mystic Wolves gave him the freedom to search for his mate, but when he finds her, he realizes things aren’t as easy as he’d hoped they’d be. However, years of honing his skills have proven he was more than the man and wolf for the injured Fey.

A Powerful Fey…

Talia’s tired of hiding but isn’t quite ready to make that final step as a normal female after years of captivity. Hiding out on the Fey Realm seemed like another form of being caged, however being caught in the sights of a shifter far larger than any man she’d ever seen was more than she’d bargained for.

A Plan Set In Motion…

Things don’t always go as planned, but when the Goddess puts two of her people together, she assumes things will end up how they should. However, outside forces realize a powerful Fey are within their grasps and want what they didn’t have…a link to the Fey Realm.

Will the wolf and his Fey have a chance to find their happily ever after, or will they be destroyed before they get the chance?

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Torq is thinking of leaving the Mystic Wolves. His mate is unattainable in the Fey realm and he’s not sure how long he can keep it together.

After her rescue from Keith’s dungeon, Talia more than anything needed the peace and respite only going home could give her. She really couldn’t handle anything other than that, not even a visit with her daughters and their mates.

After a serious training session and talk with Belle, she applies for a position with the Mystic Lodge. The position also comes with a furnished cottage, which is where Torq finds her.

This is a favorite scene.

When Torq had first felt the pull to come to the Mystic Pack, just a few hours from the Iron Wolves, he couldn’t explain the draw. The emotions that had bombarded him when he’d arrived was nothing out of the ordinary. He’d searched the members, scenting the unmated females for one who called to his wolf, but had found nothing that made the surly animal wake up and say Mine. Not until he’d been part of the mission that had went into the compound to help another member, Jett Tremaine and his mate Taryn, find her mother, or at least answers. He’d known as soon as he’d stepped foot inside the concrete building his mate was near. What he hadn’t expected was the emaciated female, who smelled like honey and wild flowers, to be that woman, and also be Taryn’s mother. A Fey who’d been tortured for years.

His grip on the handle bars tightened, making the bike shoot forward. Goddess, even half starved and terrified, Talia was the most gorgeous female he’d ever set eyes on. His wolf had snarled at him, wanting to claim her there and then, but the wariness in her luminescent blue eyes kept his dominance in check. Torq had thought he’d have time to woo her, show her not all men were like the fucker who…he shut down the train of thought, knowing he’d be a growly bastard if he didn’t.

The sight of the huge mountain lodge came into view. He still wondered why she’d returned but hadn’t contacted the pack, or why the Fey hadn’t told Niall. Payton and the other Fey who began gathering on pack lands in the last couple years were working to fortify the wards, ensuring all who came to Mystic would be safe. A haven of sorts, which Niall and Zayn were still trying to wrap their heads around. None of them had planned to increase the pack, only wanting to protect those within the small family they had. However, the Fey had other plans.

He signaled for the turn, letting his nose and wolf lead him to the woman who called to them. Their mate. Goddess, he hoped like hell she felt the pull too. Torq didn’t think he had the strength to allow her to leave him again.

The road leading from the main lodge wasn’t as smooth, clearly it’s wasn’t one the guests used, making him regret not bringing his truck. He slowed his Harley, easing over the ruts and holes. His wolf banged against his skull as the sight of the small cabin came into view. The Harley rumbled to a stop several feet from the porch. He took a deep breath, taking in all the scents around him. An overly perfumed female had been there recently as well as several males, making both he and his wolf snarl. Their scents clearly a day or so old, while he knew for a fact Talia had only returned to Earth this morning. In his head, he thought of the reasons for the others presence at his mate’s cabin, but then, common sense had him shoving jealousy aside. Being a new employee, maybe they’d come to clean, move shit, or whatever hotel employees did for managers.

“Fuck,” he growled, looking up through the trees.

“Are you going to sit out there all day and be snarly, or are you going to come inside?”

Torq had to push his animal side down along with his dick, which was pressing at the zipper of his jeans. “Good afternoon, Talia,” he said, taking in her appearance. No longer did she look like a waif who’d fall over in a stiff wind. Goddess, he had no clue how gorgeous she truly was. Although admittedly, she was stunning even when she wasn’t at her best. “You look well.” Such an understatement.

She tilted her head to the side, the dark hair, which had hints of blue when the lighting hit it, flowed over her shoulder. He kept his fingers around the grips of the handle bars lest he jump off the bike and do what he wanted, and that was wrap those silky tresses around his fist and hold her head in place while he kissed her.

“Come inside. I think we have much to—discuss.” She turned, her ass encased in a pair of denim that lovingly cupped a heart shaped bottom he really wanted to explore.

Before he realized what he was doing, he’d already dismounted his bike, keys stuffed into his pocket as he strode the few feet to her porch.

Once he was at the door, he paused, taking a calming breath followed by another. He couldn’t do what he and his wolf wanted. Mark and claim her for all to see. No, he’d need to tread lightly. Damn, he was going to be taking a lot of runs and cold showers. “This is a nice place,” he remarked from the doorway.

Talia nodded. “It’s even nicer inside.” Her shy smile made his heart jerk. She was nervous.

His lips tilted up in a wry grin.

“Want me to take my boots off?” They didn’t have any mud or shit on them, but he thought he’d be a gentleman and offer.

“Please, just come in and stop treating me with kid gloves. I’m much older than you or any wolf on this mountain. Trust me, I’m not a fragile fucking flower that’s going to wilt if you—be you.”

Her gruff words had him moving forward, encroaching into her personal space. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like a fragile anything. I just don’t want to scare you.”
Boon, Elle. A Fey’s Wolf (Mystic Wolves Book 5) (pp. 29-33). Elle Boon. Kindle Edition.

There is almost overwhelming attraction between these two, but it’s a strange sort of shared memory that triggers a sense of unease in both of them. More Talia than Torq as he describes the reason he is calling her farfalla, ‘butterfly’.

Lots of dark and evil as they trace the origin. Talia and Torq have a bond that goes beyond just a mating one, and she needs to connect with her children as well as the pack.

A page turning read with a great lead into the next book which will feature Taryn’s friend Sky.

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Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’s known for her penchant of dropping F-bombs like a boss, needing coffee before she’s human, and blessing so many hearts, she is going for sainthood.

She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, being that she’s athletically challenged and all. She loves where this new journey has taken her. She writes what she loves to read, all things romance, whether it’s erotic, contemporary, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after.

Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.


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Bronx’s Wounded Wolf – Mystic Wolves Book 4 by Elle Boon



Bronx’s Wounded Wolf
Mystic Wolves Book 4 By Elle Boon
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A WOUNDED WOLF…
A FIERCE PROTECTOR…
AN UNSHAKABLE BOND…

Will Bronx and Taya be able to create that mystical bond without her inner wolf, or will their love be enough?

A WOUNDED WOLF…

Having suffered at the hands of a rogue pack, Taya’s wolf retreat’s deep inside her. She learns to rely on her humanity as she seeks sanctuary from the pack she’d been taken from as a child.

A FIERCE PROTECTOR…

Bronx feels an instant connection to Taya the moment he set eyes on her, even though he couldn’t sense her wolf. Her pain and wariness stop him from claiming her right then and there, keeping him and his wolf on edge.

AN UNSHAKEABLE BOND…

Neither Taya nor Bronx can deny their feelings for one another, and as the weeks go by, they both give into their desires. Bronx’s wolf is ready to claim Taya, wolf or not. Taya misses her wolf, but when her past catches up to them, she’ll need more than her humanity and Bronx to save her. They’ll need the strength of the pack and help from the Fey if they hope to come out of the battle alive and whole.

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Taya is struggling, her wolf has receded and no amount of coaxing will get her to come out. Her wolf had allowed her human side to retreat and took all the abuse the kidnappers inflicted on her. Kellen and the Iron Wolves rescued her but now she’s come to the Mystic Pack. Hoping that maybe she can heal.

Niall has asked Jenna to help and Bronx isn’t sure what to make of that development.

This is a favorite scene.

Bronx listened to his mate scream, her words breaking his heart. He didn’t know what to do for her and wanted to kill the men who’d hurt her, taking her wolf from her. Fuck, they may not have raped her body, but her mind was almost just as bad. He sat just at the edge of the woods near her cabin; watching as she went inside, listening as she went through her nightly routine. Yeah, he was a fucking stalker of epic proportions. Every night she did the same damn thing. She washed up, and then the sound of her tears mixing with the shower ate at him until he couldn’t stand it any longer. He wanted to burst through the door and hold her, tell her everything would be fine. He wanted to claim her, make her wolf come back to her. Yet, he didn’t know how to do that. Hell, he’d never heard of a wolf receding the way hers had except for Slater’s mate, but magic was involved there, not so with Taya.

“You gonna sit out here all night, again?” Niall asked.

He’d heard his alpha moving through the woods, they were connected as a pack should be and shifted so they could talk. “Yep.” The one word answer came out clipped.

“I spoke to her alpha about what happened. I know she calls to your wolf, but man, if she can’t shift, you can’t turn a full blood who’s suppressed her instincts back into a shifter,” he sighed. “I don’t know what to tell you. You would be living a half-life with her.”

Bronx growled, the sound low and deep. Niall was his alpha but he wouldn’t let anyone tell him who he and his wolf called theirs.

“Don’t growl at me, boy.” Niall got in his face.

“I’m not your boy, Niall. You may be alpha, but I’m not a pussy and I won’t back down on this. You want to take me on over my mate?” His muscles bunched, bones ached to shift. He could feel Niall forcing his will on him, but with the thought of his mate being taken from him, the fucks he gave went out the proverbial window.

“Goddamn stubborn ass wolf. Stand down. I am not fighting you over your mate.” Niall’s eyes glowed bright blue in the darkness. The sound of rustling broke through the quiet of the night.

“So, whose dick is bigger?” Alaina moved into view.

Niall tossed his head back, looking up at the canopy of trees. “Goddess save me.”

“I’m pretty sure my dick is bigger,” Bronx offered, then held out his hand.
“Hey, she asked.”

“Yoohoo, did someone call me?”

Bronx spun to face a tiny creature he was sure wasn’t real. Holy shite, she oozed more magic than Payton and that was saying a lot.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Well, not cat, but,” she stopped and waved her hand. “Oh, you know what I mean. My name is Jennaveve, but you will call me Jenna or I will kick you in the shin, or between the legs. Hard. Now, you called the Goddess, but you get me. You’re welcome.” She tilted her head to the side and then waited.

Alaina walked toward the ethereal creature, but was pulled up short by Niall. Bronx watched as his alpha and Alaina did a little scuffle. In a blink, the female named Jenna was in front of him. “I will not hurt you, unless you try to hurt me or mine. By the way, you are me and mine, so we are good. Now, you are Bronx, which is a total kickass name. Those two are Niall and Alaina, and they clearly like to play slap and tickle.” She shook her head. “Save it for the bedroom children, there are others present…unless you’re into that thing, then get a room at the right place.”

Niall froze with Alaina at his side. “Thank you for coming, Jenna. It’s been too long since we’ve seen you.” Niall’s tone was smooth and even. “Bronx, this is the Fey Queen.”

Jenna shrugged. “Fey, or Fey Queen. It’s potato or tomato. Depending on who you speak with.”

Bronx was pretty sure that wasn’t how the saying went, but again, he wasn’t sure the woman in front of him was completely sane, so kept his lips sealed. Having never met her, he waited for her to speak.

“Such a smart wolfie, yes you are. Who’s a good boy,” she cooed.

He narrowed his eyes, but kept his hands locked into fists at his sides. “You are seriously trying my very last nerve, Fey.”

Niall looked up at the sky, then back at him. “Bronx, watch your tone. This woman is more than meets the eye. She’s…just more and someone we will show respect to.” His tone brooked no argument.

Jenna waved her hand, then stared at Bronx. “Oh, I know you wolfies tend to be a wee uptight, but I like trying your last nerves. I’ll give you a direct line to my bestie. His name is Kellen, and he’ll tell you how awesome I am at doing just that.” She spun and faced the cabin, all signs of cheer evaporated. “My goddess, she is killing me.” Jenna’s feet left the ground. “I will speak with her, and let you know what we’re going to do.”

Before he could stop himself, he reached out, putting his body between the floating woman and the cabin. “You’re not going to hurt her.” He’d not allow anyone; woman or man, human or other, to lay one finger on Taya.

The Fey’s feet touched the ground her eyes met his. “You sure are a big fella, aren’t you?”

He shrugged, used to people saying those words. Right that instant he would use whatever he had at his disposal to protect what was his, and by all that he believed in, Taya was his.

A sigh that sounded put upon left the little woman’s lips. “I do so love you wolves, which is why you will land quite softly. You’re welcome by the way.”

Bronx was having a hard time following what the female was saying until he found himself being physically moved without anyone touching him. If she thought he wouldn’t fight the invisible bonds, she was crazier than he thought. His wolf burst out of him quicker than he’d ever done before, racing in front of the cabin door just as Taya was opening it. He growled, the sound had Jenna taking a step back.

“Down doggie. Bad doggie. Taya, be a good girl and get him a treat.” Jenna wagged her finger at him.

He bristled, but didn’t move an inch, even as he felt her magic rolling over him. He fought the bonds, growling as it tried to make him do what he wasn’t willing to do; leave his mate’s side. Hell to the no was he leaving Taya unprotected.

“I don’t think he’s housetrained yet. Um, who are you?” Taya’s hand landed on the top of Bronx’s head, making his wolf purr.

Holy hell, he was making the sounds of a contented cat, dammit. He clamped his jaws together enjoying the feel of Taya’s fingers on his wolven body. She didn’t seem to notice, or care as long as he wasn’t in human form.

“My name is Jenna, and I’m here to help you. Again, you’re welcome.” Jenna tried to step around Bronx who growled at her.

“Stop growling or you can’t come inside.” Taya tugged on a handful of his fur.

He was ready to roll over and show her his belly, or if he shifted, she’d get an eyeful of something else. Nope, better to stay wolf than man.
Boon, Elle. Bronx’s Wounded Wolf, Mystic Wolves 4. Kindle Locations (117-170). Elle Boon. Kindle Edition.

Lots of humor, much evil and kindle melting heat, entwine with interesting developments and surprises in this page turning read!

I love all the relationships in this series and seeing them as they grow deeper. The characters are rich in personality and I love seeing the different series blend and visit.

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Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’s known for her penchant of dropping F-bombs like a boss, needing coffee before she’s human, and blessing so many hearts, she is going for sainthood.

She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, being that she’s athletically challenged and all. She loves where this new journey has taken her. She writes what she loves to read, all things romance, whether it’s erotic, contemporary, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after.

Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.


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Jett’s Wild Wolf – Mystic Wolves Book 3 by Elle Boon



Jett’s Wild Wolf
Mystic Wolves Book 3
By
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Elle Boon

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A WILD WOLF…
Taryn yearned for the freedom to find a place where she belonged. A place where she was loved and could love without fear. The first time she saw Jett, her heart and mind knew he was the one for her.

A SEXY AS SIN SHIFTER…

Jett nearly lost his place in the Mystic Wolves because of one wild wolf. Now, she’s saved his life, and his wolf wants her for their own. Can he trust her not to betray them all?

A BOND THEY COULDN’T DENY…

Taryn and Jett fight the attraction they’ve felt simmering between them, until danger almost takes what is most precious away… an unyielding love they’d never thought they deserved to have.

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Taryn is trapped in an abusive pack. Her father is the Alpha and he is sadistic and powerful, feeding off the pain and fear of his pack but mostly off the pain he inflicts on his daughter.

Jett feels like a failure to his Alpha and his pack. While guarding the wolf who almost killed his Alpha’s mate he scented Taryn recognizing her as his mate.

He hasn’t scented his mate in a while, but as he’s performing in the pack’s club in Sturgis, he not only scents her but sees her dancing and teasing him.

There is more going on that night, and as a result Jett’s life could be forfeit. Taryn manages to convince the Mystic Wolves she can help, not an easy task when she has the scent of the ones who attacked. However, she is more than willing to sacrifice herself if she fails to save Jett.

This is a favorite scene.

Jett looked over his shoulder, checking on their sleeping guest. Something in the vicinity of his heart twitched at the image of her in obvious distress. He didn’t like the smell of her blood mixed with the unique scent. After sufficiently dressing, he grabbed a bottle of water and walked back to where she slept, easing the jacket back from her shoulder. The torn and jagged wound made him gasp. He wondered why she hadn’t started to heal.

A touch to her forehead let him know she was warmer than was normal. Fear for her safety snaked up his spine. He got back to his feet and walked out to the bar area where he found the phone.

He punched in Zayn and Cora’s number, uncaring of the time. Zayn answered on the second ring.

“What the hell do you want?”

“Taryn is bleeding and hotter than a shifter should be. She needs medical attention.” Jett didn’t add anything more, figuring Zayn would fill in the blanks.

“Damn, how bad is it?” The second to the Mystic Wolves didn’t sound half asleep anymore, or angry.

Jett looked back toward the open door to the office, wishing he could see through walls. “No clue, man. I didn’t know she’d been attacked.”

The sound of rustling fabric came through the line. “We will be there in an hour, give or take a few. If she wakes up before we get there give her some water, but nothing else. I’m bringing Alaina with me,” Cora said and then hung up before Jett could ask her more.

His gaze snapped back to the darkened room at the sound of a low moan, instantly alert. He heard the voice of a tortured woman and it broke his heart. His feet were carrying him across the concrete floor before he’d thought about his actions.

She’d kicked off the blanket, her head thrashed in the wake of a nightmare. In a protective move he leaped the dozen feet separating them just as her back bowed, catching her when she would have fallen out of the chair. He was astounded at her slight figure.

When she didn’t wake up, he carried her over to the large couch, wishing he’d had the foresight to clean it off. Retracing his steps, he grabbed another blanket and lay it over the cold surface before putting her down.

Her arms locked around his neck, feverish eyes opened. “Don’t leave me, please.”

Jett found himself mesmerized by her sky blue eyes. Her arms fell away as quickly as they grabbed him. He rearranged her body, making her more comfortable, not wanting to look too closely at what that meant. For now, Jett did what he could until Cora and Alaina showed up with their mates. He got a cool wet cloth and washed her face and neck. When he reached the black leather jacket, he was reluctant to remove it, but again knew she’d rest more comfortably out of the garment.

Getting women out of their clothes was something he excelled at, but he’d never undressed an unconscious one before. “Fuck it.” Jett let his claws lengthen, easing beneath the edge he sliced the arm off one side then the other. Under his watchful eyes she slept on, looking like something the cat drug in with her ripped jacket and torn up shoulder. Another wound in her side seeped blood. Jett lifted the blood soaked shirt, wondering how the hell she’d gotten the injury without her clothing getting damaged.

He got up from the sofa, getting the ice bucket from the corner bar and filling it with warm water. He’d never seen himself act as a nurse before. Most shifters healed on their own, or would need a little assistance, usually between the thighs of a woman. Didn’t mean they didn’t get hurt, they just didn’t last.

His brows drew together at the gashes in her side. They looked like she’d been gouged by a wolf, much like what he’d had in the fight earlier. He lifted his own T-shirt, expecting to see similar marks, only pinkened skin marred the area. By tomorrow even that would be tanned with no visible signs.

Without a conscious thought, Jett shredded the bloodied tank, leaving her in a lace black bra that didn’t contain as much as display her gorgeous breasts. However, he wasn’t turned on by the sight of her breasts as he was horrified by the amount of blood she’d clearly been losing, while he’d been blissfully unaware. The black coat and top had masked it, but he was a shifter for fuck sake.

A hot sensation burned through him, and Jett sucked in the anger threatening to swallow him whole. He’d find out who caused the damage and make them pay.
Boon, Elle. Jett’s Wild Wolf: Mystic Wolves Book 3 . Elle Boon. Kindle Locations (395 – 429). Kindle Edition.

Taryn has more than one secret, and the revelations are not only shocking but intriguing as well.

I’m am thoroughly enjoying this re-read. I had forgotten how twisted things were outside of the Mystic and Iron Wolf packs.

Intense, with hold your breath action and plenty of heat as yet another Mystic Wolf gets his mate.

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Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’s known for her penchant of dropping F-bombs like a boss, needing coffee before she’s human, and blessing so many hearts, she is going for sainthood.

She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, being that she’s athletically challenged and all. She loves where this new journey has taken her. She writes what she loves to read, all things romance, whether it’s erotic, contemporary, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after.

Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.


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Atlas’ Forbidden Wolf – Mystic Wolves Book 7 By Elle Boon



Atlas’ Forbidden Mate
Mystic Wolves Book 7
By
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Elle Boon

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Joni and Atlas are two shifters from different worlds…

But, when they find each other and realize they’re truemates, nothing short of an apocalypse will stop them from claiming each other.

Joni’s… wolf has been beaten out of her. Her friends have all found truemates. Mystic no longer feels like home, and to top it off, the shifter she knows is her mate has turned tail and ran from her. She’s tired of being the one left behind, this time, she’s going to be the one to leave and find her own destiny even if that means being alone for the rest of her life. However, she finds a crew who not only takes her in, they show her just what it means to stand and fight for herself.

Atlas… has always known his destiny was to become the alpha of the White Bear Clan. At the age of seven he’d not only lost his father; his bear became a beast that his entire family feared. For years, he searched for his truemate, finding her in a tiny package that was sure to set his clan on its ears. By the time he returned to claim her, she was gone.

When Atlas finds Joni with a menagerie of shifters, he’s ready to battle them all, until he realizes they’ve taken her in as one of hers. As his troubles follow him, her new pack fight alongside Atlas and Joni. But when the last shifter falls, will they still have the bond that brought them together?

***Warning*** Contains lots of action, crazy shifters, bears, wolves, and a crazy dragon named Lula along with Fey Queen and her two mates and even…babies in purple sparkly baby carriages “wink”.

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I love the Mystic Wolves but for some reason I have only reviewed the first two. I think it may have been because I inhaled those books and then got busy. Now I have to go back and re-read the rest because this book is awesome!

Joni’s wolf is in hiding of sorts, she can’t shift and her wolf won’t come out. The two of them have suffered so much abuse at the hands of her former Alpha. When Atlas leaves her it’s the final blow. Heartbroken she leaves Mystic and finds herself drawn to Wolf’s Run a small town with kind hearted folks. For some reason she doesn’t sense they are shifters.

Hollis and Annie are the Alpha pair of a motley crew of shifters, all types of shifters. They have helped all of them and are going to help Joni too.

Atlas, had to return home to claim his rightful spot as Alpha and take a mate. What he finds when he gets there is not what he expects and he is thoroughly disgusted with the former Alpha’s mate for even suggesting such a union.

As Alpha he can change things, make them better and best of all take his true mate, Joni. This is not going to be an easy task, his clan is about the White Bear prophesy and the purity of bloodlines and Joni is a wolf.

After an interesting visit with Niall, Lula helps Atlas get to Joni.

This is a favorite scene.

“Lead the way, Joni.” He knew where she’d been staying. Her scent was everywhere, making his bear crazy. However, the strongest place was above the barn not too far from the main house. Luckily for all of them, there were no males, other than Hollis, who he could detect having come and gone from there recently.

Joni jerked her eyes up to his, her green eyes weary. “Why are you really here?”

Her question startled him. “What do you mean? I came as soon as I settled things at home. I’d have come sooner if things weren’t such a shitshow, and I’d have known it was safe to claim you sooner.”

“Bullshit. You could’ve claimed me before you left. You knew I wanted you,” she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. “Forget I said that.” Joni hurried up the stairs.

He wouldn’t allow her to run from him, not again, not ever. With speed, he swept her off her feet and into his arms, taking the stairs two and three at a time. “Put me down, you big oaf.” She beat at his shoulder ineffectually.

“Sweetheart, you can hit me, bite me, hell, even claw me if you’d like, but I won’t be putting you down until we get a few things settled.” He shifted her so that one hand was free, and he could open the door without breaking it down.

“Does this whole barbarian thing work with the ladies?” she asked, her green eyes shooting sparks up at him.

Atlas tugged her the scant inches closer so that their noses were almost touching, her breath fanning his face. “I wouldn’t know. You’re the first female I’ve ever almost had to kidnap,” he teased.

Her intoxicating scent flared, sweet orange and roses hit his senses, letting him know she wasn’t as angry as she let on. Oh, she was a little upset. There was no doubt about it, but she still wanted him. Now he just needed to prove to her he hadn’t left because he didn’t want her just as badly.

“Glad I’m the first for something,” she grumbled.

He tried not to smile at the tone of her jealousy, but damn, she was so fucking cute and sexy all rolled into one perfect mate. “You’ll be the first and last for many things, Joni,” he assured her, letting her hear the honesty in his words.

“You can put me down now.” Joni squirmed in his arms.

“I like you right where you are.” He let her slide down his body even though it was the last thing he wanted, her slight frame making his much larger one shiver. “See, that was a first. I’ve never felt that for a female, ever.”

Joni turned away from him, marching across the open space. With her back to him, he could see her stiffen. “What was a first, besides the kidnapping thing?”

“I’ve never felt like that from just holding a female. Dammit, Joni, look at me,” he ordered. When she didn’t, he took two steps toward her.

“Don’t, Atlas, give me a second to collect my thoughts. I can’t think with you…so close.” She held up her hand, her back still to him.

“Why?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” she asked, turning to face him.

“Why do you need a second? Why do you want me to stay away?” He knew the last was said with more growl than not, but fuck, he’d spent too long without without her.

“You didn’t seem to have any problem leaving me after we spent weeks dancing around one another. I all but threw myself at you when we were together. You knew I…I had feelings for you, but all the sudden, you were gone, and I was left with this big hole in my life. Once again, Joni was left with nobody to care for her. I was on the outside looking in while everybody else found their other half. I’m done being a—second class citizen. I’ll be damned if I’m your dirty little secret. I get it. You’re the big bad bear who can’t have some fucking female wolf shifter who can’t even shift anymore.”

Atlas watched as twin tears rolled down her cheeks. He couldn’t stand there and allow her to think he didn’t care. Screw her needing or wanting space, his bear was ready to tear things apart if he didn’t have her in his arms again. “That’s not how it was, if you would let me explain,” he murmured once he was close enough to hold her.

Like a wild animal, she beat at his chest. Atlas let her hit him, let her yell until he felt her calm, or run out of energy. Either way, he held her until she couldn’t stand on her own. “Can I speak now, Konese’?” he asked as he settled them on the sofa in the living area, ignoring the creaking of the furniture underneath him.

“If you break Hollis’s and Annie’s couch your gonna pay to replace it.” She rubbed her face against his plaid shirt, her tears wetting the material. “I’ll replace anything I break.” He ran his fingers through her hair, lifting the long locks up to his nose, inhaling her unique scent. She tried to push away from him. “Stop trying to move out of my arms, woman.”

“Some things you break can’t be fixed, Atlas,” she snarled.

He leaned back so that he could see her face. “Goddess, you’re beautiful, Konese’.”

“What does that mean?” She blinked up at him.

“What does that mean?” She blinked up at him.

“Beautiful in Mohican. My clan have strong roots from the Mohicans.” He bent and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Like Last of the Mohicans?” she asked.

“The telling of the story is like many things, not quite true. Do you truly think that three men and two women, one disguised as a bear, could truly do so much if one wasn’t truly a bear? And do you think that they would allow the capture of their female, without punishment? In times such as those, it would’ve been best to let them think they’d been killed, succumbing to death on a cliff, allowing them the ability to mourn through human funerals, do you not agree?” Atlas continued to run his hand up and down her back, feeling the tension leave her slight frame.

“So, you’re saying the history books are wrong?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I’m saying that it’s possible the situation wasn’t quite the way it was presented.”

She huffed. “Why are we even talking about this?”

“You brought it up, Konose’,” he reminded her.

“That’s right. Like I said, you can’t fix everything you break with your big bear ass. Let me go.” She took a deep breath.

“Tell me what I broke that I can’t fix. We’ll start there and work my way up, but there’s no chance in hell I’m letting you go, ever again. You’re my truemate, and you know it. You can feel it, just as I can. Why’re you fighting us?” Her anger was making his bear rake at him.

“Seriously? Atlas, you’re clearly an alpha. I’m not even a real wolf, not anymore.”

He gave her a slight shake, careful of his strength. “Listen to me, little one. Even if you were fully human, you’re mine. I don’t give two shits about your abilities. I only know you’re mine.”
Boon, Elle. Atlas’s Forbidden Wolf (Mystic Wolves Book 7) . Elle Boon. Kindle Locations (1603-1654.) Kindle Edition.

So many crazy and interesting things happen with their mating. There’s much intrigue surrounding Atlas’ clan and the feelings within it.

A thoroughly enjoyable read, with action, intrigue, and plenty of heat.

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Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’s known for her penchant of dropping F-bombs like a boss, needing coffee before she’s human, and blessing so many hearts, she is going for sainthood.

She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, being that she’s athletically challenged and all. She loves where this new journey has taken her. She writes what she loves to read, all things romance, whether it’s erotic, contemporary, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after.

Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.


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Mystic Wolves Books 1 – 2: Accidentally Wolf & His Perfect Wolf by Elle Boon



Mystic Wolves
Accidentally Wolf – Book 1
Her Perfect Wolf – Book 2
By
Elle Boon


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Accidentally Wolf…

Zayn finds Cora suffering from mating fever. As he fights the urge to claim her, his wolf wants her for his mate. From the moment Cora lays eyes on Zayn she wanted to climb him like a tree. Niall, the alpha and his brother, tells him to keep his dick and fangs to himself, but within hours he finds it impossible. Cora goes from being human to an Accidental Wolf more than happily, she just hopes she can survive when danger strikes.

His Perfect Wolf…

Niall had given up on finding love, he’d watched his brother Zayn fall for his mate, and decided he needed a mother for his son, and a mate for his own. When he finds Alaina, his wolf stood up and took notice. Alaina woke up with no memory, but the one thing they both knew was they wanted each other. As they explore their attraction, danger follows her to Mystic. Niall will have to battle a pack of shifters bent on taking what was his, and kill the man who claims to be his mate’s father.

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Accidentally Wolf

Cora is a veterinarian and as such she can’t turn away from an animal in need. While out for a run she comes across a wolf pup caught in a trap. After freeing the little guy he bites her while she’s getting him in a position to carry.

Now you know that wasn’t just a wolf bite, the little guy is the Alpha of Mystic River’s son. Cora is in the throws of a fever when Zayn shows up to get his nephew. She confronts him in a towel having just taken a shower and then passes out.

It takes some convincing but she goes with Zayn. This is a favorite scene when she wakes up.

He studied her. Even in sleep she looked serious, a bundle of feisty, indignant, ferocious, takes no shit woman. Zayn raked his hand through his hair, not liking the way he couldn’t stop thinking about Cora. Maybe he should’ve sent her to his brother’s. “I don’t want you,” he muttered, turning on his heel, he retraced his steps. The erection tenting his jeans made the statement a complete lie, one he was glad his brother wasn’t there to witness.

Dinner needed to be cooked, and if nothing else, it would take his mind off the woman lying in his bed. Tonight was Niall’s night at the bar, and his nephew Nolan would be arriving within a couple hours. His unwanted house guest would undoubtedly be hungry too. He defrosted several steaks, prepared a handful of baked potatoes and pulled out the fixings for a salad.

The sound of the shower coming on had his head turning toward the master suite. Several times he was sure he’d heard her breathing change, indicating she’d woken up, but each time he’d checked, she appeared to be asleep. Either she was a really good faker, or she was extremely exhausted. The last time he checked, her fever had gone down. It had only been a few hours since they’d arrived at his home, which meant she’d only been marked a handful of hours. Usually the first bite’s effect lasted for up to forty-eight hours unless the next bite occurred, or the appetite for sex was appeased, or both. But, in the words of his wise brother, he was keeping his fangs and his dick to himself, or he’d have an unwanted, accidental wolf mate.

He could still send her to his brother’s or one of the other pack member’s houses, but he’d be damned before he’d allow another wolf, or man, to touch what was his…or what he was protecting, he silently corrected himself.

Cora walked into his kitchen, shattering his hard won self-control.

Goddess, she was sexy. She obviously had no clue how good she looked in a pair of cut off jean shorts with their frayed ends and ribbed tank top, sans bra. She’d towel dried her hair, but left the wet mass down, the ends still had drops of water he longed to reach out and catch with his finger.

“Um, can I help with anything?” Cora asked.

He closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Okay then.” She turned to walk out on the patio.

“No, I mean yes. You can make the salad if you want.”

An expression of puzzlement flickered over her beautiful face. “Yeah. Sure. I can do that.”

It took monumental effort for Zayn to move back and make room for Cora to step up to the center island where all the salad fixings were laid. All he wanted to do was walk up and rub against her. Mark her with his scent and then his bite.
Boon, Elle. Mystic Wolves: Accidentally Wolf Book 1 and His Perfect Wolf Book 2 (pp. 29-31). Elle Boon. Kindle Edition.

This book is hotter than hot, amusing and fun, with some tense moments as well. We meet Kellen (Iron Wolves) in this book, it was interesting seeing him as a secondary character.

Lots of interaction with Niall, the Alpha and Nolan, the pup. However the focus is on Zayn and Cora and their insane attraction to each other.

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His Perfect Wolf

In this book Nolan wants his dad to find a mate so he can be happy like his uncle Zayn. Not an easy fete when none of the wolves around you are the one.

Fate is an interesting beast, Alaina is home for a visit and immediately she is told she is going to be mated within forty-eight hours. Having none of that she sneaks away seeking her mother’s family in Mystic River.

Missing her turn she decides to continue on her path up the mountain to the lodge getting a flat tire. Resigned she sets off on foot through the woods as she scents wolves.

This is a favorite scene as Niall responds to a scream.

When he became aware of three new scents of shifters in his territory from the pack that had sworn to not enter his lands, Niall’s wolf snarled. He’d recognize their smell in a crowd of hundreds after the run in they’d had when Cora had been taken. Had Zayn not already turned her—Niall’s heart ached at the knowledge he’d have lost more than just a sister-in-law. He slowed his pursuit. The female scent of orange blossoms and ginger turned to fear, unmistakable to him. He knew in that moment she wasn’t with the shifters chasing her, and by the tracks in the ground he could see they were most definitely corralling her. His ears didn’t pick up any sounds of a struggle, which caused his stomach to clench.

The female’s scent followed the fey trail and then stopped. He followed the three wolves’ path, taking precious time so he didn’t miss anything. He turned his nose up and howled, a warning should they still be in the area. Niall would remember the smell, and he’d exact punishment for being in his territory. For now, he followed the unmistakable scent of the orange blossom and ginger female, its intriguing smell made the man and wolf want to mate with her.

At the edge of a cliff he thought he’d lost all traces until he smelled blood, the sickening coppery scent was something he’d never forget. Looking down, Niall saw the woman lying in a heap twenty or so feet down at the bottom of the hill. Without wasting time or thought for his own safety, he began the slippery decent.

A few times he almost lost his footing, but in wolf form he was much more agile. By the time he reached the fallen woman, he’d prayed to every deity he could think of, hoping he’d find her alive. He’d shifted back to human before he’d completely hit the bottom. With shaky hands, Niall brushed her long brown hair back from her face. His breath caught in his throat. She was drop-dead gorgeous, even with a few cuts and scratches.

He let his breath out when he felt how warm she was. Her chest rose and fell, but her left arm was held against her, it appeared to be twice the size of the right one.

Niall ran his hands over her legs and sides, checking for other breaks. A moan escaped the woman on the ground. Her eyes fluttered open, a dark brown gaze stared back at him. He could get lost in their amber depths. “Don’t move, babe. I think you’ve got a broken arm and maybe a few other injuries. Can you tell me your name?”

“I…I don’t know?” Tears welled in her beautiful eyes.

“Hey, listen it’s okay.” Niall wiped at a tear on her cheek. “You took a pretty hard knock to the head. My name’s Niall Malik,” he said in a soft voice. “I’ll call my sister-in-law, she’s a doctor, and have her meet us at my place if you think you’re up to the trip on foot. If not, I can call for one of my guys to bring in an ATV, but I think that would be more jarring on you.”

She nodded. “Okay.

Her instant agreement worried him. He didn’t know her, but was pretty sure it wasn’t normal for her to automatically agree.

He placed one arm under her legs, the other behind her back. She kept a death grip on her injured arm, but her pale features worried him the most. He sent a call to his pack, needing his bike picked up and wanting their territory scouted for the intruders. Within seconds, he had several members’ affirmations they were on their way.

“You’re really strong,” the woman in his arms murmured.

She felt right in his arms, her head nuzzling into his neck made his dick stand at attention.

Niall picked up the pace to his home. The last thing she needed was to be mauled by him when she was obviously going into shock and hurting.

The feel of her warm breath fanning over his neck didn’t calm his hormones, nor the feel of her teeth scraping over his shoulder. “Careful, babe. You keep doing that and I’m liable to drop you.” His voice came out much deeper than normal, his wolf coming to the surface.

A single swipe of her tongue, followed by a gentle nip, and then she said, “You’d never hurt us.”
Boon, Elle. Mystic Wolves: Accidentally Wolf Book 1 and His Perfect Wolf Book 2 (pp. 191-194). Elle Boon. Kindle Edition.

Alaina wakes with no memory but a distinct attraction to Niall. I love the way this relationship blossoms slowly, but with plenty of heat. Of course this path isn’t smooth. Other than the rogues that caused her fall, there’s still her father and the man he wants her to mate.

I loved the way little Nolan shows up and wins her heart even as she has already given it to his father.

Continuing with the next book in this series, I love these shifters!

5 Contented Purrs for Elle!

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Elle Boon Elle Boon

Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’s known for her penchant of dropping F-bombs like a boss, needing coffee before she’s human, and blessing so many hearts, she is going for sainthood.

She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, being that she’s athletically challenged and all. She loves where this new journey has taken her. She writes what she loves to read, all things romance, whether it’s erotic, contemporary, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after.

Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.


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