Being smart and sassy with a great sense of humor
comes easily for Mahalia Levey. An avid reader of books, she found herself
enchanted with disappearing completely into the worlds authors created. One day
she vowed to herself she’d be one of them. Then family life came, and college
right after. Swayed from her childhood course of action, it took many years for
her to get back to that place she held dear as a child. Now she is running
full steam ahead to keep up with the many ideas flowing freely. She plans on
taking her work to higher levels and expanding her genres. Her main focus is
giving her readers variety. Her works in progress include paranormal, fantasy
and mainstream romance. Taking characters and watching them grow past what
she’s imagined is her true passion.
Satin and Steel
Blurb
Amaranta Costa
uses her Kanima as an avoidance
tactic, until the one person she cherishes most is taken from her. When Gavin
Ford enters the fray uninvited, she’s forced to accept the help of his pack to
find her mate.
Trusting
others isn’t her forte. Though her inner jaguar accepts him hands down, the
woman in her fights his dominating, take-control nature. Unlike Marisol’s soft
personality, Gavin’s wolf challenges her at every turn. She can find no escape.
His abrasiveness both sets her on edge and pleases her. She finds being in
Marisol’s arms isn’t enough; the all-consuming need to be his burns to her
core. There’s no denying the chemical attraction arcing among the three of
them.
Will she reach
out, and accept the love and support waiting for her?
Excerpt
The raucous wails intensified and the
crunch of tires entering her private drive grew louder. Amara pressed on,
breaking through the foliage into her large back yard to see uniformed officers
walking the perimeter of her house.
“Excuse me?” Amara padded across her
back yard, aware of her nudity and one enforcement officer leering at her. The
other looked uncomfortable. Humans. Why
do they find nudity unacceptable, since everyone born into the world came
without clothes? How she hated the restricting fibers and longed to live in
nothing but her skin. Maybe a blanket for times when the cold bit into her,
chilling her to the bone.
“Ma’am, your alarm system activated. We
called and no one answered. Are you harmed?”
“No, not at all.” She crossed her arms
under her breasts. Their eyes roved over her and the one speaking seemed to
lose his voice. They appeared confused as to why she paraded around like she
did.
“Sir, the house is clear.”
“I’m sure it was just a false alarm.”
Amara whipped her head to the left, addressing the female officer entering
through her veranda doors.
“Are you certain? We found your front
door wide open when we pulled up the drive. The perpetrator may still be in the
area. Ma’am, would you mind putting on some clothes?”
Of course there wasn’t an intruder in
the house; she’d feel the presence. She weighed the probability of Mari
forgetting to lock up behind herself. No other lingering scents clung in the
air. No dark aura. Seething in anger at her girlfriend’s lack of awareness, she
stalked to her door, leaving the officers to follow her indoors. “I do mind
dressing on my own property. I like being naked—”
“Still, ma’am…talking to you’d be a lot
easier if you wore clothing.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Amara glared at the
unwanted guests.
“She’ll put on some clothes if I have
to drag her to her room myself and dress her.” Gavin’s authoritative voice
entered into the standoff.
“I will not. This is my place. If they
don’t like my appearance they can leave.” Amara whipped around and stared down
Gavin’s steel wall of unwanted authority. “What are you doing here?” She’d
never seen the man anywhere but at The Delightful Kitty. In his cargo pants and
T-shirt, he looked damn good standing in her house.
“Heard the call on my scanner. Wanted
to check on you and Mari. Go put on some clothes, babe. I’ll keep the five-oh
company.”
Amara opened her mouth to speak and
switched outlets.
How
do you know where I live?
Drake told me. Now go put on some
clothes. Though I don’t mind staring at you, not one bit.
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