Thursday, 4 April 2013

Her Midnight Stardust Cowboys ~ New Release



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SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS PRESENTS:  

An Erotic Romance Menage 

A woman desperate to save herself and her prize horses.
Two shapeshifter cowboys who want her as their woman.

When Zance, a timber wolf shifter,
and Dontoya, a black cougar shifter,
find Sherilyn dying due to a reckless driver,
there is only one way to bring her back to life.
But, that's only the beginning... 


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Warning: Get ready for a helluva ride in and out of the bedroom. This novel contains lots of tender and fierce erotic lovin'. There are bad guys on the trail of the heroine, a sorceress who won't take no for an answer, and a horror-movie showdown. The finale: New Year's Eve at the grand opening of the Midnight Stardust Supperclub.

Beware, Danger Ahead! Shapeshifter violence, guns, and dark magick are involved.

The cast of secondary characters includes an alpha werewolf, shapeshifters of many types and stripes -- a sprinkling of other supernatural beings/creatures -- and a palomino stallion. Oh, and at least, one human.

Please note: This is an M/F/M menage love story, where pleasuring the heroine is the sole focus of the two heroes. 



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Talbot's Peak, Montana
December 2011, After Christmas


Chapter One:
Enchanted, in a semi-trance, Sherilyn stared... 

Enchanted, in a semi-trance, Sherilyn stared at the graphically gorgeous poster advertising a New Year's Eve celebration at the Pleasure Club. The large poster looked out of place hanging next to the community board, just inside the small-town, somewhat odd grocery store in Talbot's Peak, Montana.

"It's the grand opening of the Midnight Stardust, Dante's new supperclub. Are you thinking of going?" Brenda chattily asked, as she rang up Sherilyn's purchases.

"Ladies are free like it says. Dante himself hung the poster. He's such a gentleman," Brenda trilled like a teenager with a crush.

"He made a point of telling me there will be plenty of dance partners," she added.

"Is that right?" Sherilyn murmured, unable to force her gaze away from the oh-so elegant couple dancing beneath a galaxy of sparkling stars.

The forties era, swanky scene struck her as magical, and was everything she'd been craving of late. But that was not to be. Not for her.

Sadness welled up inside Sherilyn. She mercilessly tamped it down. That time in her life was gone, and all that mattered now was the harsh reality of her circumstances.

With the snow piling up, she needed to get on the road, get home. Mentally sighing, Sherilyn fished her credit card out her bag. "I thought Dante ran the biker bar outside of town. That's what I heard, anyway."

"Yeah, he does. But, he doesn't make it obvious. We all know he's the power behind the pack...er...I meant throne. Long day," Brenda excused herself. She nearly snatched the card from Sherilyn's fingertips.

"Are you going, Brenda?"

"No." She gave a shake of her head, reminding Sherilyn of a big cat. "Me and the mister already made plans for this year. Skiing, our own cabin, nights by the fire. We're getting away for a long weekend."

"Sounds lovely." Sherilyn smiled wishing Brenda well, while wishing for what she could never have, a loving man in her life.

She scooped up her four grocery bags. The sacker, a teenager who eyed her like a ferret, asked if she needed help, and Sherilyn automatically shook her head 'no'.

"You should think about going," Brenda persisted.

"Nothing to wear." Sherilyn sidled toward the exit.

"Couple of new boutiques in town. With all the folks pouring into town and the surrounding area, there are some high class shops opening up."

"I'll have to check them out." Sherilyn pasted a smile on her face as she made a hasty escape.

Yeah, that'll be the day, Sherilyn thought as she stowed her groceries inside the small aging pick-up. Talbot's Peak was in a mini-boom, but none of that prosperity helped her situation.

Icy snowflakes melted on her cheeks as Sherilyn slip-slided her way toward the driver's door, and quickly climbed inside. Relieved when the truck purred to life as she turned the key, Sherilyn said a silent prayer of thanks.

In general, the bottom had dropped out of the economy, and with the rotten way her life had been going, she constantly worried about when the next crisis would strike.

Hell, even if she could talk herself into attending the grand opening at the Midnight Stardust Supperclub--not likely since men were a thing of the past--there was no way she could afford a gown, designer or not, or even a party dress.

Sherilyn heaved a sigh and fought off her sorrow. With the weather worsening, she gripped the steering wheel, carefully negotiating the slippery streets as she made her way out of town, then onto the highway.

Right now, all she cared about was getting home safely, and checking on her horses. Once everything was squared away, she planned on indulging in a huge steamy mug of hot chocolate while cozily curled up next to her wood stove.

Earlier in the day, she'd rushed through all her chores so she could head to town, and stock up for the winter storm coming in. Per usual, that had been no easy feat.

When Sherilyn had originally bought her off-the-beaten-trail, fifty-plus acres ranch, she hadn't realized how much work went into maintaining the structures and fencing. Most days found her exhausted, ready to collapse into bed.

She certainly couldn't afford to hire anyone. Even so, finding a trustworthy hand was likely impossible, given who her enemies were.

At the time, she'd been desperate to find a place far away from the Templeton bastards. The father and son had already tried every dirty trick in the book to steal her horses, coveting their superb bloodlines.

Sherilyn had also succeeded in breeding some of the top endurance racers. In competition after competition, her horses had bested theirs in performance.

But so sad, those days were over too. Sherilyn didn't dare compete anymore. The word would get back to the Templetons, and they'd track her down, rifles at the ready--the same way they did a wolf who killed one of their Angus calves.

After two attempts by their hired thugs to steal her top mare and stallion--only stopped by the grace of God, and her own willingness to shoot back--Sherilyn managed to escape.

Since it was throw-it-in-your-face known that the Templetons were attached at the hip with both local and state law enforcement, she'd skedaddled fast, literally leaving in the dark of night.

Driving past her ranch land now, Sherilyn significantly slowed her speed. There'd been a rapid snow buildup on the back road, and she wanted to keep an eye out for any break or cut in her fence.

Horse theft these days was damn lucrative, and the fate a cruel one. Recently, Sherilyn had found her fence wires cut three times, the obvious work of professional thieves.

Thank goodness, her horses were wary of strangers, and coddled enough that at the first sign of danger, they galloped toward the barn, their safe place.

Weariness suddenly grabbed hold of Sherilyn. No surprise, since she hadn't eaten much. Hoping like hell she wouldn't find a problem...well, lately, trouble had it in for her. What could go wrong seemed go wrong, despite her efforts to think positively.

And...there it was. The top strand of wire had either come loose from the post, or been cut. Sherilyn couldn't tell from this distance.

She eased the pickup close, careful not to end up in the ditch, then put it in park. Blowing out a long sigh, she reached for her tool box.

After fighting through the grocery bags, she finally got hold of it. With a sense of the inevitable, Sherilyn launched out her door only to be smacked in the face by strong swirling winds, laced with fat snowflakes.

She pulled up her fur-lined hood, pulled on the heavy duty gloves she kept in her pockets, and tromped through the freshly fallen stuff. At least, she'd had sense enough to wear her waterproof, high-top boots.

Glad the wire appeared to have simply weakened, Sherilyn cut off a length and twisted it together with the fencing wire. Clumsy because of her gloves, she still managed to hammer the loosened bracket into the post fairly quickly.

Sherilyn closed her toolbox, and as she made her way back, thoughts of hot chocolate and being toasty warm gave her some comfort. Near the ditch, she stopped.

Fear sliced through her, and a scream lodged in her throat. Paralyzed by the big ass truck barreling down on her, Sherilyn heard herself scream, a terrible sound that rang in her ears.

She dropped the toolbox, and tried to move fast, even dive out of the way. But it was too late.

Sliding sideways, the out-of-control truck slammed into her much smaller pickup. In sickening slow motion, Sherilyn watched her pickup fly toward her.

The impact knocked the wind out of her, flinging her backward as if she were weightless. She landed with a terrible thud, the sound muted by the deep snow that now half buried her.

Everything went hazy as Sherilyn struggled to breathe. Pain knifed her lungs, and agony seeped inside her body, along with a terrible cold.

Her head spun with disjointed images of her life, and she wondered just how badly she'd been injured.

No! Who was going to take care of her precious horses? There was no one else.

Sherilyn fought the darkness threatening to claim her. She battled as hard as she could, but it remained--expanding and rising--dark as the angel of death.

Death, oh dear God, was she dying?

Was the grim reaper here?

God, no!  


Crazily, Sherilyn thought, I should have decided to celebrate New Year's eve at the Midnight Stardust. I wanted to feel like a girl...feel like a woman again.

I should have...she slipped closer to the void, her thoughts dimming.

With the names of her beloved horses on her lips, Sherilyn lost the fight, falling into an all-consuming pool of blackness.


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Want to celebrate New Year's Eve at the Midnight Stardust Supperclub?  
Join Sherilyn, and her shapeshifter cowboys, Zance and Dontoya. 


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 Wishing you shapeshifting love on the wild side...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ 
 

3 comments:

Savanna Kougar said...

Sherilyn, Zance, and Dontoya invite you to read their love story.

Lindsay Townsend said...

Beautiful cover and exciting and intriguing excerpt, Savanna! I've tweeted it.

Savanna Kougar said...

Thank you, Lindsay!