Full Moon Blues (Book 0.5)
Boning His Mutt (Book 1)
Alpha’s Virgin Pup (Book 2)
Who’s the Bad Pup? (Book 2.5)
To Take a Dragon King (Book 3)
Puppy Love (Book 4)
A Puppyville Holiday Special: Trig x Paul (Book 5)
Rolling in the Mud (Book 6)
Arrows of Love (Book 6.5)
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FEL FERN BIO:
Felicia Fern loves reading and writing erotic romances. A sadist who loves watching her heroes and heroines break their backs trying to earn their happy endings, Fel likes throwing in the occasional dash of the unknown to the usual romantic concoction.
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TO TAKE A DRAGON KING
You know me. I’m Lorenzo, everyone’s least favorite person, and the villain in every piece. But even bad guys have feelings. My former lover shunned me. My current pack wants me gone. Things can’t get any worse...except that’s just the tip of the iceberg.
A huge silver dragon shifter swoops into town—I’m not kidding. For some reason it’s out for my blood and it seems confused about eating me or mating me.
Then, the little evil light bulb flickers inside my head. If I take care of this little dragon problem, I’ll be upgraded from bad guy to hero. I might even make the alpha of the Puppyville Pack swoon over me. But to do that, I must learn how to take Drakon, the dragon king.
Excerpt:
“You are mine to claim, little wolf,” Drakon rumbles, letting me feel his erection pressing against my belly.
With Drakon, there’s no pretension. He knows how I’m rock-hard for him. How my body is under his spell and control without question the moment he touches me or whispers rough, crude poetry in my ear.
“Prove it. Take me. Mount me. Mate me.”
Drakon bites down on my earlobe. “Demanding little wolf.”
“If I’m a shy, inexperienced virgin with no verbal comebacks, you’d lose interest after you’re done with me.”
Drakon growls, “Not true.”
“Stop talking and fuck me.”
“You are too crude and direct for your own good, little human. You will regret rushing me.”
“Then go ahead and punish your bad little wolf, dragon king,” I purr. Drakon grinds his body against mine, making me breathless with need.
“Now you’ve asked for it, pup,” Drakon says. The intense and hungry glint in his eyes makes me shiver—not in fear, but in anticipation.
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ROLLING IN THE MUD
You’d think having a dragon stalker is all in good fun. Believe me, its overrated.
Games are for idle pups with too much time on their hands, but not a very busy wolf. I’m Rover, pack Beta, and I don’t have time to roll in the mud with a certain sullen dragon. Muddy claims we’re destined mates. I call it delusional bullshit. Hot and cold don’t mix. Neither do dragons and wolves.
But why am I letting Muddy slowly chip away at my defenses?
Excerpt:
“First, show me how hard you are for me, wolf.” Muddy nods to my bottoms.
Swallowing, I peel them down and step out of them. Christ, the way Muddy eyes me stops me cold, and sends my heart fluttering. It’s odd, but I can’t remember the last time I wanted my lover’s approval. Muddy licks his lips, and since he has the nerve, I do the same. Desire surges through me. My wolf longs to mate Muddy’s dragon. To do this dance we’ve performed a thousand times. Wait. That was another odd thought, but again, Muddy makes me lose concentration.
I’m in his arms again, breaths hitching as he pelts kisses down my throat, alternating them with clever little bites, layering pain and pleasure until every muscle in my body is tight. He lowers us to the ground, and my bottom hits the dusty floor. Muddy makes a trail down my pectoral, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. Eyes widening, I cry out as he sinks his teeth. Groaning, I thread fingers into his hair as he closes his mouth on my other nipple, sealing the bud with heat.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs.
“What are you doing?” I feel like a dick for asking, but each of his tender motions unsettles me.
“Enjoying myself, and reacquainting myself with your body. Should I stop?” Muddy asks, gazing up at my face. He means every word, I realize. One word from me and all this ends, but I don’t want this to end because I plan to see this, whatever this was, to the finish.
“Don’t stop. Please.” I don’t know why I added the last word, but it makes his eyes sparkle with dark intent, dark promises. I shiver, and he moves downwards, continuing his exploration. Muddy nudges my knees apart, so my curving cock points up to him in offering. His tongue lashes out, licking at the pre-cum, fucking the small slit at the tip.
“God,” I whisper.
“God can’t help you now, wolf,” he says.
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