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Outcast, Supernaturals Book 2, a paranormal romance.

Leigh Alexander has lived every day of her life feeling like an outcast amongst her family and the small-minded people of Pine Hollow, a secretive community to which her parents belong. When Danielle, Leigh’s younger sister, asks Leigh to come home for her wedding, Leigh’s torn between wanting to be there for her sister and saving herself from people who’ve despised her all of her life.

Knowing she’ll regret her decision, Leigh gives into her sister and goes home for what she hopes is the last time. Leigh was prepared for people to ignore her, for them to shun her, for them to point out all the ways she didn’t belong all because she wasn’t a size perfect, but what she hadn’t been prepared for was falling for Ryan Hart, a man who she will soon learn knows all of the secrets her family and the town of Pine Hollow refuse to tell her.

Revealing the truth about Pine Hollow and the rest of the supernatural world might be forbidden, but to save Leigh’s life, Ryan will tell her everything about who she is, or more importantly who she isn’t, even if it will forever change her life and the lives of every person in Pine Hollow.


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Chapter 1 ~ Waiting

Ryan

Thanking the gods that I wasn’t Dave’s best man and the one having to deal with my friend’s nervousness right that second, I paced the hall outside the wedding chapel located inside the hotel, dealing with my own jittering nerves. I’m sure those who saw me wondered why I was anxious. I wasn’t the one getting married after all. I won’t lie; a part of me was strung tight in anticipation for the event on Dave’s behalf. He and I had been friends since birth, and this was a big deal for him. We had gone through every life-changing event imaginable together, but this one was a big one, and with all of the upheaval surrounding it, I was terrified something would go wrong at the last minute.

I had heard of little else but Dave’s plans to marry his bride-to-be since he met Danielle a little over four years ago, not that I minded listening to my friend’s happy chatter. I was ecstatic for the man. If anyone deserved happiness it was him, and Danielle was a sweet girl. A bit shy and boney for my taste, but her mellow, easy going yet confident temperament was a relief in comparison to other women we knew. Most women in our pack were weak and submissive in the extreme. Danielle’s demeanor probably had to do with the fact that her parents were raising her and her siblings outside of pack territory and not under the strict rules of the Council, of tradition, and of the supernatural world in general.

We—by we, I mean the males of our world—have a tendency to be overprotective and misogynistic. Most of this has to do with the fact that our men outnumber the women four to one in most species. In the past, those numbers were even higher, but in the last hundred years or so, they’ve evened out. Some of our women are taking on more roles in our world, but a lot of our older men still treat them as if they should be locked up in their homes birthing babies and nothing else, and without question the women submit to their will.

Thinking of Danielle’s differences turned my thoughts to why she was different and to why she lived in the human world and not in the supernatural one, and thinking of that person brought on an entirely new wave of nerves, as I anticipated seeing that particular female again, which made me pace faster. She was the real reason my wolf was about to jump out of my human skin, if the truth be told.

Danielle’s sister, Leigh, was human, voluptuous, delectable, and if I had my say, would be mine before the night was over. Despite the need for her coursing through my veins, the mere thought of her put me on edge. The jitters didn’t necessarily come from the way I felt about her, but from the way the rest of my pack felt about humans. Every conversation I had or had overheard the two days we were at the hotel revolved around how angry, revolted, annoyed the person or persons were that she was there. I kept my mouth shut for fear of causing the poor woman and her family any more trouble, but I had a hard time doing so. My family and pack weren’t mean people to each other, but to outsiders, they could be outright vicious. The Council trained them to be. To survive in our pack, you had to hate anyone who wasn’t pack, or the Council would be displeased, and it was dangerous to go against the Council.

I had only caught a few glimpses of Leigh over the last year as Danielle’s and Dave’s family planned the wedding. For reasons that pissed me off, a fact I had voiced many times to Dave but to no one else, Dave’s family had insisted that Leigh not be in the wedding. The pack Council had insisted that she not be there at all. Danielle fluctuated between begging them to let her come and threatening to leave the pack if they didn’t. Her persistence made them come to a compromise to allow her to come to the actual event as long as she stayed in the shadows. Up until then, her family had had to make excuses and be downright mean to their eldest daughter to keep her out of the preparations and town as much as possible.

I could tell that this had hurt Leigh but, at the same time, relieved her. She seemed to want to be on the outside of things. I had an idea why, and that pissed me off more. She didn’t see herself as worthy or beautiful enough to stand up in front of the chapel with her sister and all of the rest of the women in the wedding party. That view of herself came from the snide comments pack members have made in her vicinity over the years.

Shapeshifter genetics and metabolisms ensure that most shapeshifters keep a fairly trim and muscular figure. That doesn’t, however, mean that every one of our kind is physically beautiful or good-looking. In many cases, their personalities make them hideous, despite their outward appearance.

Everything about Leigh was beautiful. Anyone who could smile through all of what she has had to deal with has to have a strong soul. Anyone who could love their family after all said family has put her through has to have a beautiful heart. Her physical appearance was stunning as well. She had the most luscious breasts, a soft oval face, and sexy curves. The thought of her full body brought a low growl to my throat that I was thankful no one was around to hear.

Thinking of her voluptuous body shifted my emotions, but not in the right direction. I was no longer nervous about the wedding or of seeing her, but greedy to have her. If Dave hadn’t needed me there, I would have sought her out, offered to escort her to the chapel or to my room. I held myself back, though, knowing that that simple act would draw unwanted attention to her and cause problems for her and her family. Besides, by that time she would already be heading to the chapel if she wanted to see her sister get married.

Ten minutes before the wedding, she turned down the hall wearing a calf length, sleeveless black dress with a lace shawl. The sight of her bare legs and arms stopped my pacing and took my breath away. She had to be the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. If only she had looked up at that moment to see me staring at her, she would have seen the raw need I had for her burning in my eyes.

She didn’t look up though. She kept her head down until she reached the door I was blocking. I startled her by asking if I could escort her to her seat before she could walk into me.

“Huh…what…” she asked, jerking her head up to look at me.

I stuck out my arm and asked again, “May I take you to your seat?” There were ushers inside the chapel, but I was sure one of Dave’s parents had issued orders for them to ignore her, and as snobbish as most of them were, they would obey said orders. Besides, with the way I felt, I’d kill any other man for touching her.

“I… Oh, no. That isn’t necessary. I’m sure I can find a place on my own.” She moved to sidestep me, but I was faster. I moved in front of her, grabbed the door handle with one hand, and placed my other on the small of her back to gently guide her into the chapel. The electrical jolt that ran through my body at that contact shook me and caused us both to pause for a fraction of a second. She gasped, then the heady scent of her arousal hit me, and I had to suppress a growl. I did slide my hand to her waist and grip her tightly, trying to tamp down my urge to bend her over a pew and take her.

The lustful feeling didn’t last long, fortunately. The noise inside the chapel dampened our emotions an instant later. She moved first, but my hand never left her body. If so many people hadn’t surrounded us—some were even the human hotel staff—the scent of our lust would have gotten the attention of the supernaturals closest to us.

I started to take her to the front where most of Danielle’s family was already sitting, but Leigh moved out of my grasp and to a seat in the back right corner mere seconds after we entered the room. I glowered at her but followed her to where she sat.

“Miss,” I said, purposefully not saying her name, because simply thinking it and watching her ass move in that dress made me harder than I’ve ever been before. “The rest of your family is up there.” I pointed to the first two rows.

Sighing deeply, she turned to me. A lifetime of anger, despair, hatred, and pain crossed her eyes. For a second, I thought she was going to spill those emotions, but in a blink, the tears cleared, and she smiled brightly, falsely up at me.

“That’s all right. I want to sit here. My family won’t mind. I won’t be hurting anyone’s feelings. Now, I’m sure Dave and the rest of the wedding party will be looking for you. Thank you.” She cut her eyes to someone behind me as she spoke and flinched.

“Please, you should go,” she said, when I didn’t move. Her eyes never shifted back to me.

Leaving was impossible at that moment. I was too angry to walk away. If I opened my mouth, did anything, said anything, I was going to ruin this day for my best friend. Despite how horrible his parents were, Dave deserved to have a wonderful wedding. I held my ground for a long moment, breathing in and out slowly, trying not to attack those who were causing the scent of fear and sadness that was emanating from her.

She cut her eyes back over my shoulder, sighed again, and took her seat, purposefully not looking at me. I looked to where her gaze had been and saw Dave’s mother and older brother glaring daggers at me. I smiled brightly as if I didn’t have a clue as to what was going on, then turned back to her, and said, “As you wish.”

I left the chapel quickly, needing some way of venting my anger and frustration and needing something to keep me from returning, snatching her up, and carrying her out of the room, this hotel, and this city. From the first time I set eyes on her, I’d wanted to shelter her, shield her, but those emotions paled in comparison to the new need that had overcome me the second I touched her. The one that told me to protect her with my life, to pull her against me and ensure that she was never outside arm’s reach again.

Something had happened to me when I placed my hand on her back, something magical…something I didn’t want to explore at that moment. Over the years, I had felt drawn to her when we were near one another, but I had thought it was mere curiosity of the unknown, but yesterday, things had changed. Being so near to her in the lobby, the elevator, her room, had intensified that pull. None of that compared to what I felt right then, though. My wolf kept screaming, mine, mine, mine, repeatedly in my head. He had never done that before with any woman.

I couldn’t think about any of that right then, I reminded myself. I just had to get through the day. When everything was over and Dave and Danielle were on their honeymoon, I would investigate those feelings.

Having said that, I couldn’t help stewing over the fact that Leigh hadn’t deserved to be treated the way my pack had treated her. By the look in her eyes, she needed someone to love her, and I didn’t think I was going to be able to hide my feelings for her from her or my pack for too much longer.

Hearing one of Dave’s brothers call my name from the hall, I rushed to where the wedding procession was lining up. I stood behind Allen, Dave’s brother and best man, my arm locked with Tiffany, a tall redheaded bridesmaid with no hips, small breasts, and cute freckles. She was Danielle’s cousin. Tiffany was adorable, and at one time, I had contemplated asking her out, but then she spoke, showing me who she truly was, and that thought had dissipated.

We had been at a birthday party for Danielle when I had talked to Tiffany for the first time. A minute after I thought of asking the girl out, Leigh had walked into the room, and she had been all I could think about the rest of the day. Even though she has never spoken more than a few words to me in all the years I’d known her, she has stayed on my mind.

Tiffany’s comment, the one that had made me instantly dislike her, had been about Leigh. That comment had been my first glimpse at what Leigh’s life was like amongst my people. I had been so shocked by what Tiffany had said that I hadn’t been able to respond to it in time. Danielle had told her to shut her mouth, then she had left the group to meet Leigh to keep her away from us. I barely had time to make eye contact with Danielle’s beautiful sister before Danielle had steered the woman away, looking back at us with a snarl.

Tiffany had turned her appalled look my way as if I shared her outrage, but I turned from the girl in disgust. I hadn’t known then who Leigh was. I had seen glimpses of her a time or two at different social events, but she hadn’t stayed long enough for me to inquire about her. That night, I had turned to Dave and asked all about her as if I hadn’t a clue who she was, so that he wouldn’t sense my interest in her.

“That’s Danielle’s sister,” he had said in a low whisper even though we were already out of earshot of most of the supernatural beings in the room.

“Why haven’t I seen her around all that much?” I asked.

“Danielle says that even though they haven’t told her our secret or hers, she knows she isn’t one of us, so she usually only pops in at family functions for a second to say hello to her family, then heads back to wherever she lives,” Dave said.

“Just because she isn’t one of us doesn’t mean she can’t spend her sister’s birthday with her,” I said, scowling.

“No, but who wants to be somewhere they aren’t wanted?”

“Why would she not be wanted? Because she isn’t pack doesn’t mean she isn’t loved and wanted by her family.”

“Look, I don’t know how they feel. I assume they love her or they wouldn’t have kept her, but you have to admit she’s different, and having her around is a bit inconvenient, and, well, look at her.”

“What do you mean, ‘look at her?’ I am looking at her. She’s beautiful. Outwardly, she doesn’t look any different than the rest of us.”

“Yes, she does. Look at her.”

“What? Just because she isn’t stick-figure Barbie, like those girls,” I pointed to Tiffany and a group of other girls gathered around a table talking, “doesn’t make her different.”

“Man, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but let it go. She’s of no consequence to us, and in a few years, she’ll be little more than a faded memory to everyone in this room.”

Not believing that my best friend could be such an ass, I turned from him and went in search of Danielle and her sister. I hadn’t known it at the time, but Dave had been playing a part, pretending to go along with the status quo, to keep the peace. I had every intention of introducing myself to the girl and doing my best to prove to her that we weren’t all so hard to like. My search proved fruitless though. By the time I caught up with Danielle, her sister had left, but not before giving her the birthday present she had brought.

“Happy birthday, birthday girl,” I said, giving the love of my best friend’s life a one-armed hug. “Whatcha got there?”

“A present from Leigh.” My heart broke at the sight of the tears that were flowing down her cheeks.

“Your sister’s here. Where is she? I haven’t officially met her yet,” I said, all but cutting off the rest of her sentence, wanting to jump right to the Danielle introducing me to her sister part of this conversation.

“She left,” she said, looking down at the gift in her hand so that I couldn’t see the tears in her eyes. “She couldn’t stay long. She only wanted to give me her gift.”

“Doesn’t she have to fly into town? Could she not find an earlier flight so that she could spend more time with you?” Danielle didn’t react to my judgmental tone. She simply looked at the lilac-colored paper, sighed, and tucked the gift away to presumably open later before going to find Dave.

 


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Outcast (Supernaturals Book 2)Outcast by Jennifer Lynn Reynolds

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Yet another fabulous read from Jennifer Reynolds!
Outcast is a great story, part two of the series, it touches base with characters from the first book enough to give fans a glimpse of how their lives are going without delving so deep that you absolutely have to have read the other, although I do suggest it because it adds to the experience and is also a fantastic book.
The journey that Leigh travels in Outcast is heartwarming, the tale of a young woman finding herself and of course, falling in love with a sexy shifter.
A sweet, hot and fun read, I highly recommend this book and this author to anyone who enjoys paranormal romances.
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Jennifer Reynolds is a native of North Alabama. She has a Master of Fine Arts degree from National University and a Bachelor of Arts degree from the University of North Alabama.

She is a multi-genre author who focuses mostly on post-apocalyptic novels and paranormal romances. She’s released four novels (Alone, a post-apocalyptic novel, Shifter, a paranormal romance, HIM, a suspense thriller, and Resistant, a zombie-apocalypse romance), one novella (Saying Goodbye, a paranormal love story), and two short stories (Charles Wallace’s Favorite Toy, a general fiction piece, and In the Dark, a horror piece) and has two more novels (Marked and Destined, both are paranormal romances) scheduled for release in the next year.

Aside from spending her days immersed in the fictional worlds she creates, she’s a stained glass hobbyist.

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Outcast, Supernaturals Book 2, is now available for Pre-Order

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*On Sale May 28, 2016*


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Outcast, Supernaturals Book 2, a paranormal romance.

Leigh Alexander has lived every day of her life feeling like an outcast amongst her family and the small-minded people of Pine Hollow, a secretive community to which her parents belong. When Danielle, Leigh’s younger sister, asks Leigh to come home for her wedding, Leigh’s torn between wanting to be there for her sister and saving herself from people who’ve despised her all of her life.

Knowing she’ll regret her decision, Leigh gives into her sister and goes home for what she hopes is the last time. Leigh was prepared for people to ignore her, for them to shun her, for them to point out all the ways she didn’t belong all because she wasn’t a size perfect, but what she hadn’t been prepared for was falling for Ryan Hart, a man who she will soon learn knows all of the secrets her family and the town of Pine Hollow refuse to tell her.

Revealing the truth about Pine Hollow and the rest of the supernatural world might be forbidden, but to save Leigh’s life, Ryan will tell her everything about who she is, or more importantly who she isn’t, even if it will forever change her life and the lives of every person in Pine Hollow.


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Chapter 1 ~ Waiting

Ryan

Thanking the gods that I wasn’t Dave’s best man and the one having to deal with my friend’s nervousness right that second, I paced the hall outside the wedding chapel located inside the hotel, dealing with my own jittering nerves. I’m sure those who saw me wondered why I was anxious. I wasn’t the one getting married after all. I won’t lie; a part of me was strung tight in anticipation for the event on Dave’s behalf. He and I had been friends since birth, and this was a big deal for him. We had gone through every life-changing event imaginable together, but this one was a big one, and with all of the upheaval surrounding it, I was terrified something would go wrong at the last minute.

I had heard of little else but Dave’s plans to marry his bride-to-be since he met Danielle a little over four years ago, not that I minded listening to my friend’s happy chatter. I was ecstatic for the man. If anyone deserved happiness it was him, and Danielle was a sweet girl. A bit shy and boney for my taste, but her mellow, easy going yet confident temperament was a relief in comparison to other women we knew. Most women in our pack were weak and submissive in the extreme. Danielle’s demeanor probably had to do with the fact that her parents were raising her and her siblings outside of pack territory and not under the strict rules of the Council, of tradition, and of the supernatural world in general.

We—by we, I mean the males of our world—have a tendency to be overprotective and misogynistic. Most of this has to do with the fact that our men outnumber the women four to one in most species. In the past, those numbers were even higher, but in the last hundred years or so, they’ve evened out. Some of our women are taking on more roles in our world, but a lot of our older men still treat them as if they should be locked up in their homes birthing babies and nothing else, and without question the women submit to their will.

Thinking of Danielle’s differences turned my thoughts to why she was different and to why she lived in the human world and not in the supernatural one, and thinking of that person brought on an entirely new wave of nerves, as I anticipated seeing that particular female again, which made me pace faster. She was the real reason my wolf was about to jump out of my human skin, if the truth be told.

Danielle’s sister, Leigh, was human, voluptuous, delectable, and if I had my say, would be mine before the night was over. Despite the need for her coursing through my veins, the mere thought of her put me on edge. The jitters didn’t necessarily come from the way I felt about her, but from the way the rest of my pack felt about humans. Every conversation I had or had overheard the two days we were at the hotel revolved around how angry, revolted, annoyed the person or persons were that she was there. I kept my mouth shut for fear of causing the poor woman and her family any more trouble, but I had a hard time doing so. My family and pack weren’t mean people to each other, but to outsiders, they could be outright vicious. The Council trained them to be. To survive in our pack, you had to hate anyone who wasn’t pack, or the Council would be displeased, and it was dangerous to go against the Council.

I had only caught a few glimpses of Leigh over the last year as Danielle’s and Dave’s family planned the wedding. For reasons that pissed me off, a fact I had voiced many times to Dave but to no one else, Dave’s family had insisted that Leigh not be in the wedding. The pack Council had insisted that she not be there at all. Danielle fluctuated between begging them to let her come and threatening to leave the pack if they didn’t. Her persistence made them come to a compromise to allow her to come to the actual event as long as she stayed in the shadows. Up until then, her family had had to make excuses and be downright mean to their eldest daughter to keep her out of the preparations and town as much as possible.

I could tell that this had hurt Leigh but, at the same time, relieved her. She seemed to want to be on the outside of things. I had an idea why, and that pissed me off more. She didn’t see herself as worthy or beautiful enough to stand up in front of the chapel with her sister and all of the rest of the women in the wedding party. That view of herself came from the snide comments pack members have made in her vicinity over the years.

Shapeshifter genetics and metabolisms ensure that most shapeshifters keep a fairly trim and muscular figure. That doesn’t, however, mean that every one of our kind is physically beautiful or good-looking. In many cases, their personalities make them hideous, despite their outward appearance.

Everything about Leigh was beautiful. Anyone who could smile through all of what she has had to deal with has to have a strong soul. Anyone who could love their family after all said family has put her through has to have a beautiful heart. Her physical appearance was stunning as well. She had the most luscious breasts, a soft oval face, and sexy curves. The thought of her full body brought a low growl to my throat that I was thankful no one was around to hear.

Thinking of her voluptuous body shifted my emotions, but not in the right direction. I was no longer nervous about the wedding or of seeing her, but greedy to have her. If Dave hadn’t needed me there, I would have sought her out, offered to escort her to the chapel or to my room. I held myself back, though, knowing that that simple act would draw unwanted attention to her and cause problems for her and her family. Besides, by that time she would already be heading to the chapel if she wanted to see her sister get married.

Ten minutes before the wedding, she turned down the hall wearing a calf length, sleeveless black dress with a lace shawl. The sight of her bare legs and arms stopped my pacing and took my breath away. She had to be the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. If only she had looked up at that moment to see me staring at her, she would have seen the raw need I had for her burning in my eyes.

She didn’t look up though. She kept her head down until she reached the door I was blocking. I startled her by asking if I could escort her to her seat before she could walk into me.

“Huh…what…” she asked, jerking her head up to look at me.

I stuck out my arm and asked again, “May I take you to your seat?” There were ushers inside the chapel, but I was sure one of Dave’s parents had issued orders for them to ignore her, and as snobbish as most of them were, they would obey said orders. Besides, with the way I felt, I’d kill any other man for touching her.

“I… Oh, no. That isn’t necessary. I’m sure I can find a place on my own.” She moved to sidestep me, but I was faster. I moved in front of her, grabbed the door handle with one hand, and placed my other on the small of her back to gently guide her into the chapel. The electrical jolt that ran through my body at that contact shook me and caused us both to pause for a fraction of a second. She gasped, then the heady scent of her arousal hit me, and I had to suppress a growl. I did slide my hand to her waist and grip her tightly, trying to tamp down my urge to bend her over a pew and take her.

The lustful feeling didn’t last long, fortunately. The noise inside the chapel dampened our emotions an instant later. She moved first, but my hand never left her body. If so many people hadn’t surrounded us—some were even the human hotel staff—the scent of our lust would have gotten the attention of the supernaturals closest to us.

I started to take her to the front where most of Danielle’s family was already sitting, but Leigh moved out of my grasp and to a seat in the back right corner mere seconds after we entered the room. I glowered at her but followed her to where she sat.

“Miss,” I said, purposefully not saying her name, because simply thinking it and watching her ass move in that dress made me harder than I’ve ever been before. “The rest of your family is up there.” I pointed to the first two rows.

Sighing deeply, she turned to me. A lifetime of anger, despair, hatred, and pain crossed her eyes. For a second, I thought she was going to spill those emotions, but in a blink, the tears cleared, and she smiled brightly, falsely up at me.

“That’s all right. I want to sit here. My family won’t mind. I won’t be hurting anyone’s feelings. Now, I’m sure Dave and the rest of the wedding party will be looking for you. Thank you.” She cut her eyes to someone behind me as she spoke and flinched.

“Please, you should go,” she said, when I didn’t move. Her eyes never shifted back to me.

Leaving was impossible at that moment. I was too angry to walk away. If I opened my mouth, did anything, said anything, I was going to ruin this day for my best friend. Despite how horrible his parents were, Dave deserved to have a wonderful wedding. I held my ground for a long moment, breathing in and out slowly, trying not to attack those who were causing the scent of fear and sadness that was emanating from her.

She cut her eyes back over my shoulder, sighed again, and took her seat, purposefully not looking at me. I looked to where her gaze had been and saw Dave’s mother and older brother glaring daggers at me. I smiled brightly as if I didn’t have a clue as to what was going on, then turned back to her, and said, “As you wish.”

I left the chapel quickly, needing some way of venting my anger and frustration and needing something to keep me from returning, snatching her up, and carrying her out of the room, this hotel, and this city. From the first time I set eyes on her, I’d wanted to shelter her, shield her, but those emotions paled in comparison to the new need that had overcome me the second I touched her. The one that told me to protect her with my life, to pull her against me and ensure that she was never outside arm’s reach again.

Something had happened to me when I placed my hand on her back, something magical…something I didn’t want to explore at that moment. Over the years, I had felt drawn to her when we were near one another, but I had thought it was mere curiosity of the unknown, but yesterday, things had changed. Being so near to her in the lobby, the elevator, her room, had intensified that pull. None of that compared to what I felt right then, though. My wolf kept screaming, mine, mine, mine, repeatedly in my head. He had never done that before with any woman.

I couldn’t think about any of that right then, I reminded myself. I just had to get through the day. When everything was over and Dave and Danielle were on their honeymoon, I would investigate those feelings.

Having said that, I couldn’t help stewing over the fact that Leigh hadn’t deserved to be treated the way my pack had treated her. By the look in her eyes, she needed someone to love her, and I didn’t think I was going to be able to hide my feelings for her from her or my pack for too much longer.

Hearing one of Dave’s brothers call my name from the hall, I rushed to where the wedding procession was lining up. I stood behind Allen, Dave’s brother and best man, my arm locked with Tiffany, a tall redheaded bridesmaid with no hips, small breasts, and cute freckles. She was Danielle’s cousin. Tiffany was adorable, and at one time, I had contemplated asking her out, but then she spoke, showing me who she truly was, and that thought had dissipated.

We had been at a birthday party for Danielle when I had talked to Tiffany for the first time. A minute after I thought of asking the girl out, Leigh had walked into the room, and she had been all I could think about the rest of the day. Even though she has never spoken more than a few words to me in all the years I’d known her, she has stayed on my mind.

Tiffany’s comment, the one that had made me instantly dislike her, had been about Leigh. That comment had been my first glimpse at what Leigh’s life was like amongst my people. I had been so shocked by what Tiffany had said that I hadn’t been able to respond to it in time. Danielle had told her to shut her mouth, then she had left the group to meet Leigh to keep her away from us. I barely had time to make eye contact with Danielle’s beautiful sister before Danielle had steered the woman away, looking back at us with a snarl.

Tiffany had turned her appalled look my way as if I shared her outrage, but I turned from the girl in disgust. I hadn’t known then who Leigh was. I had seen glimpses of her a time or two at different social events, but she hadn’t stayed long enough for me to inquire about her. That night, I had turned to Dave and asked all about her as if I hadn’t a clue who she was, so that he wouldn’t sense my interest in her.

“That’s Danielle’s sister,” he had said in a low whisper even though we were already out of earshot of most of the supernatural beings in the room.

“Why haven’t I seen her around all that much?” I asked.

“Danielle says that even though they haven’t told her our secret or hers, she knows she isn’t one of us, so she usually only pops in at family functions for a second to say hello to her family, then heads back to wherever she lives,” Dave said.

“Just because she isn’t one of us doesn’t mean she can’t spend her sister’s birthday with her,” I said, scowling.

“No, but who wants to be somewhere they aren’t wanted?”

“Why would she not be wanted? Because she isn’t pack doesn’t mean she isn’t loved and wanted by her family.”

“Look, I don’t know how they feel. I assume they love her or they wouldn’t have kept her, but you have to admit she’s different, and having her around is a bit inconvenient, and, well, look at her.”

“What do you mean, ‘look at her?’ I am looking at her. She’s beautiful. Outwardly, she doesn’t look any different than the rest of us.”

“Yes, she does. Look at her.”

“What? Just because she isn’t stick-figure Barbie, like those girls,” I pointed to Tiffany and a group of other girls gathered around a table talking, “doesn’t make her different.”

“Man, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but let it go. She’s of no consequence to us, and in a few years, she’ll be little more than a faded memory to everyone in this room.”

Not believing that my best friend could be such an ass, I turned from him and went in search of Danielle and her sister. I hadn’t known it at the time, but Dave had been playing a part, pretending to go along with the status quo, to keep the peace. I had every intention of introducing myself to the girl and doing my best to prove to her that we weren’t all so hard to like. My search proved fruitless though. By the time I caught up with Danielle, her sister had left, but not before giving her the birthday present she had brought.

“Happy birthday, birthday girl,” I said, giving the love of my best friend’s life a one-armed hug. “Whatcha got there?”

“A present from Leigh.” My heart broke at the sight of the tears that were flowing down her cheeks.

“Your sister’s here. Where is she? I haven’t officially met her yet,” I said, all but cutting off the rest of her sentence, wanting to jump right to the Danielle introducing me to her sister part of this conversation.

“She left,” she said, looking down at the gift in her hand so that I couldn’t see the tears in her eyes. “She couldn’t stay long. She only wanted to give me her gift.”

“Doesn’t she have to fly into town? Could she not find an earlier flight so that she could spend more time with you?” Danielle didn’t react to my judgmental tone. She simply looked at the lilac-colored paper, sighed, and tucked the gift away to presumably open later before going to find Dave.

 


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Outcast is a great story, part two of the series, it touches base with characters from the first book enough to give fans a glimpse of how their lives are going without delving so deep that you absolutely have to have read the other, although I do suggest it because it adds to the experience and is also a fantastic book.
The journey that Leigh travels in Outcast is heartwarming, the tale of a young woman finding herself and of course, falling in love with a sexy shifter.
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Andromeda's Reign




Chapter 1




Wednesday, February 4th 2015 5:42 p.m.
PST




Las Vegas, Nevada




Ace




"Do
it again," I demanded.




I could
feel Andromeda trying to give up emotionally, as well as physically, but I
pushed her harder. I knew what her body and mind were capable of, and we were
nowhere near her breaking point. She was a lot stronger than she thought she
was.




Our
connection, as we both liked to refer to the bond, seemed to be growing stronger,
rather than weaker, like Andromeda had hoped it would. She wanted to find a way
to reverse the ritual.




I
didn't.




She
could feel my every emotion and hear my every thought—unless I blocked the
telepathy—but it worked both ways, so she could keep me out of her mind, too.
Unfortunately, we couldn't block the emotions.




I
felt each and every happy memory she'd had with Phoenix and each and every sad
moment she'd had without him. The only time she wasn't thinking about him was
when we were training. So I planned to make her train. A lot.




This
damn rollercoaster of feelings was literally driving me insane. I had never in
all my life felt as much as I had in the last week, and I hated it. Me… with
one girl… forever… I rolled my eyes at the absurdity that my life had become in
only the blink of an eye. But as crazy as that all sounded, and even though I
had in no way asked or planned for any of it, I couldn't bring myself to hate
the fact that I was finally ready to settle down.




I
blocked Andromeda's kick, grabbed her shoe and threw her to her back on the
workout mat. Grinning down at furious, pale-green eyes, I offered her my hand.




She
huffed as she got to her feet on her own, looking down as she limped away from
me. What a terrible actress. Chaos could have done a better job of fooling me.




I
shook my head as my hands came up to rest on my hips. "Don't give me that
shit. It might work on your wolf cubs or even your boyfriend, but you can't
fake it with me, Andra. We're bonded. I know you're not hurt, so don't—"




"I'm
tired, Ace—"




"You
shouldn't be tired," I sneered. "You slept the whole flight here. But
for the sake of a pointless argument, humor me. What are you going to do when
you're in battle with an enemy and you get tired? Are you going to limp away?
What if I'm not there to kill the fucker for you next time?"




"I
never asked for this!" she screamed as she whirled around to glare at me,
her beautiful eyes brightened by the tears shimmering in them.




"I
didn't, either!" I roared back. She flinched as our emotions tangled
together. I knew those tears weren't there because she was sad, because her
fury washed over me like I had been doused with boiling water. The rush of it
almost hurt. The anger sucked, but I knew anger. I could deal with anger. Anger
was my friend. It was the sadness and the heartbreak and the sappy-frilly-frilly
I couldn't fucking deal with. Unfortunately for me, Andra seemed to be full to
the brim with all that shit.




With
more effort than I really wanted to put forth with the mood I was in, I waded
through her rage, then through my madness and forced calm over us.




This
bond was new to us both, but getting it through her thick head that it would be
easier on us if she would dump her boyfriend was like trying to breathe under
water. I might have understood her side of the argument a little better if she
had been dating the vampire longer than a month, and never mind the fact that
two of those weeks she was locked in a silver cage as a wolf. They hadn't even
had time to get to know each other. I knew her. She knew me. We had direct
contact with each other's thoughts, memories and emotions, yet she wouldn't
even consider the idea of us being together on an intimate level. I didn't
understand it at all.




After
a moment, I held out my hand again. "Come here." I'd be dead and
damned before I went to her, not with how she'd been acting since we left
Montgomery, Alabama.




She
looked down at my hand and set her jaw. I knew she wanted to touch me just as
much as I needed her to, but I also knew by her thoughts that she wouldn't
without a little more encouragement.




"I
know you promised Phoenix that you would try to be happy here with me in Sin
City. Do I need to make a call to the High Vampire of Montgomery to let him
know you aren't playing fair, Andra? My first attempt at getting him to break
things off with you was just that: my first
attempt. You may hate me before this is all over and done with between you and
your bloodsucker, but, in the end, you will still need me and you won't have
him. I can live with that. Can you?"




Her
lip quivered, and I nearly caved. I couldn't handle the tears, but I could
counteract with a little rage, just enough to give her a taste of how I felt. "Ace—"




"You're
mine, Andra. I'm willing to give you some time to let that soak in, but I won't
wait long." I hardened my voice to a steely edge, even though she could undoubtedly
tell I was serious. She had bonded with me, damn it! She was mine. She didn't
belong to some vampire nearly two thousand miles away. And when he got here, he
still wouldn't have her completely. I had to tamp down the utter rage at Andra's
memories of the vampire in bed with her, his skin sliding against hers, his
mouth on my mate's mouth. Fuck. If she wasn't going to realize it
on her own, I'd have to push the issue. "He can't have you, Andra. I won't
let that happen." I said the last part slowly, maybe for dramatic effect
or maybe it was because, deep in my heart, I knew it to be true—I wouldn't let
him have her. By the fear in her widening eyes, I could tell she was seeing
things from my perspective now. It was about damn time.




"I
knew you would do this! I knew you would get me here and try to control me—"




"The
only thing I'm trying to do is train you, but you won't stop thinking of him long enough to concentrate on
keeping your lovesick ass alive if this were a real situation!"




"Why
do I need to learn how to fight so fast? We've barely stopped since we got
here. And why haven't you let me in your mind in two days? You shut me out the
moment I asked about Justice."




I
huffed. I couldn't tell her about Justice yet. If this upset her, I could only
imagine how enraged she would be when I told her that I nailed a huge target on
her head with our bonding. The worst part was that I knew it before I even did
it. I didn't know how to break the news to her without her hating me for it.
Hell, I hated me for it. "I'm not ready to talk about it yet."




"Well,
I'm not ready to stop missing Phoenix yet," she bit back. "I've only
been away from my home for a little more than half a day, Ace. Cut me a little
slack."




I
guess I was damned and dead, because I took a step forward, reached out and
took her hand. The relief was immediate. Our rage subsided and our tempers
calmed as if we'd never been angry at all. Our fight seemed so petty now. "I'm
sorry. I am trying, Andra, and I will talk to you about Justice soon. I
promise. I just have to figure out how to go about doing it the right way."




She
nodded as she wrapped her arms around me, and I looked up to the high ceiling,
thanking the good Lord above us that He had given me enough sense to apologize.
There was no better feeling in the world than when she was in my arms. It felt
like heaven. It was new for me—totally unheard of for me—but I was quickly
getting used to it. That in itself was mystifying.




"I'll
understand," she said, and I lowered my head so that I could whisper in
her ear.




"About
what?"




"About
him. Whatever it is, I'll understand, Ace."




God, if that were only true! Sighing heavily, I said, "I hope you will."




"Were
you lovers?"




I
blinked rapidly at that. What the fuck? "No!"
I had to laugh. Of course she would think
something like that! "I've never been intimate with Justice… or any
other guy, for that matter," I said in disbelief, and then a smile crept
across my face. "I like puss—"




Andra
quickly clamped a hand over my mouth. "I hate that word. Call it something
else."




I
threw my head back and laughed harder than I had in a long time. After I calmed
down enough to speak clearly, I said, "What do you call it?"




Her
eyes nearly popped out of her head as she blushed, and then those walls swiftly
went up, blocking me out of her mind. Damn
it! "I'm not telling you what I call my… my…"




"Pussy?"




She
slapped my chest, and I laughed. "Stop! That sounds so gross to me."




She
did a little shudder-wiggle thing, and I couldn't stop laughing. I'm serious. It
was freaking hilarious watching her squirm over a word I'd said in everyday
conversation most of my adult life.




"Okay,
we won't talk about what you call yours. What do you think I should call it in
general? I have to call it something."




"Why
do you have to call it anything? People don't go around talking about hoo-has
all day long. You could just leave that particular body part out of your
vocabulary altogether," she said matter-of-factly.




My
eyebrows rose as I stared at her in fascination. "Hoo-has?"




"Well,
hoo-has is plural, meaning more than one. Hoo-ha is singular, meaning only one."




Shit! Is she really giving me a grammar
lesson on pussy slang?




"I
know what singular means, Andra. I'm fairly educated."




"Oh,
then there you go. Hoo-ha and hoo-has."




Frowning,
I shook my head. "I don't like that word. Call it something else."




She
grinned playfully, mimicking my head shake as she turned to walk away, but I
grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me, enclosing her in the iron-like frame of
my arms. Her skin—coated in a thin sheen of sweat—slid against mine, bringing
to mind all sorts of erotic delights, but I only held her tighter. She
stiffened, but she was too distracted to keep her walls intact. We were too
close and she wasn't as experienced with blocking as I was. I felt her desire
for me the exact moment I smelled it.




Not
only did the lion in me wake up, but the bonded male in me did, too. I wanted
her. Bad. But it was too soon. She still had that vampire on a leash and I hadn't
told her my secret. My wants could wait for the perfect time. And there would
be a perfect time. I was damn sure of that.




I
had her right where I wanted her, though. Her walls were down and she was fully
aware of how much she wanted me. The bonding did that to us. The attraction we
felt for each other was unavoidable when we were this close. It may have been
mean of me to use it to my advantage, but I had to know; she could not leave
this room without me knowing. I did exactly what I intended to do from the
start and no more. I bent until my lips almost touched hers, and then I dove
into her mind. She hadn't even tried to hide it from me. It was right there,
for the taking, what she called her Golden Grotto, her Holy Grail or, in her
words, hoo-ha.




I
smiled as I whispered, "Kitty-cat."




Desire
left her eyes as she pushed against me. I let her go with a light chuckle.




"You're
an ass, Ace," Andra said as she avoided looking at me. I could feel her
embarrassment and guilt. Yes, guilt was there, too. The fucking vampire was
cock-blocking me from seventeen-hundred miles away.




There
was no need to bring up the fact that she would have willingly let me pet her
kitty-cat if I had only kissed her. There was no vampire here for her to run to
now. She wouldn't have stopped me, but she would have regretted it. I didn't
want her to regret being with me. Ever. I had to play my cards right. There was
no folding or losing in this game. I would win.




The
gym doors opened, and Slade walked in with Kai, Rogan and Chaos. Chaos ran
straight to Andra, and she knelt down to ruffle his ears and baby-talk to him.
She was spoiling him, and he was eating it up. I frowned, my mood turning a bit
sour at admitting to myself that I was envious of my Rhodesian Ridgeback.




"Great
timing, assholes," I grumbled.




Slade's
grin was a mile wide as he watched Andra pet my dog, and then his green eyes
cut up to mine, his black eyebrows rising in amusement. He thought it was funny
as hell that I'd finally met a woman I liked and she wouldn't put out. His
words, not mine. And what made it worse, I hadn't even told him. My Beta knew
me better than I knew myself most of the time. I guess he could tell by the
sexually frustrated look on my mug that I hadn't gotten any—or any worth
bragging about—in a while. I was never, ever telling him what Andra called the cockpit.
Hoo-ha… What kind of word is that for something so awesome? The fucker would
never let me live down how vanilla she was.




Slade
nodded to Andra. "Has Ace been a good host? Are you getting settled in
okay?"




She
smiled shyly as she gave him a curt nod, but her face was still a little pink
from the embarrassment I had caused only a few moments earlier, so I closed the
distance between us and took her hand. She squeezed my fingers in response, and
I winked at Slade.




"I've
got it taken care of. She's staying in my room."




All
three men did a double-take. My dog even looked at me funny. It didn't surprise
me. No female of mine had ever been allowed in my room—not that I kept one for
more than a night, but that was beside the point. I took care of my women away
from the lion's den. None of the other pride members who lived here were
allowed to bring anyone back here with them for some kinky play, either. It was
best for everyone if humans didn't know shifters existed. Every Tom, Dick and
Harry would grab their pitchforks and hunt us. That's all we needed, a bunch of
simple-minded rednecks who didn't understand a damn thing about us, trying to
become slayers. That wouldn't do anything except get a bunch of humans killed.




Rogan's
whiskey-colored eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "Huh?"




"Your
room?" Kai said as he swept his shaggy blond mop out of his eyes so he
could see me with both of his deep blue eyes. "But you—"




"How
did I miss that?" Slade said, interrupting Kai. "I thought Olivia had
an extra bed in her room that Andra was supposed to sleep in while she stayed
here."




Narrowing
my eyes at him, I released Andra's fingers so I could drape my arm over her shoulder
and pull her closer to me. I already knew she had access to everything about my
past, since she'd received all my memories the moment we bonded, but I didn't
want these dickweeds making her think she was like those other chicks. "Andra
is special, guys. Shut up, will ya?"




The
guys just stared at me in disbelief. I wasn't joking, but they were obviously
waiting for me to tell them I was. Did they expect me to be a bachelor forever?
Of course they did. Four days ago I would have expected that of myself.




Andra
snickered, I was guessing at the nervous feeling I was sending her through our
connection. "I got settled in just fine, thank you. Though I haven't had
much time for rest. Ace has had me training since we arrived."




Slade
grinned at her mischievously. "He's easily bribed. Give him something he
wants. He'll do whatever you want him to do."




"You
can go now," I said, letting the lack of amusement that I felt seep into
the tone of my voice.




Andra
laughed softly. "I'll have to try that. What would he want?"




Kai
snorted. "What does every man want from a woman?"




I
looked up to the ceiling and huffed in annoyance when her embarrassment crept
over my skin. "Get the hell out of here, guys. We're about to turn in for
the night. The rest of the Pride will be here early in the morning to meet
Andra."




"Turning
in for the night?" Rogan said, and then looked at the other guys, like he
was missing something. "We came to tell you it was time to leave for work.
None of us are as good as you are, Ace."




A
muffled curse passed through my lips as I ran my free hand down my face. "Uh…"
I stammered, and Andra turned to look at me, confusion pouring out of her and
into me in waves. She was on the verge of freaking out that I might leave her
here alone. I forced a smile as I pried my wide eyes away from the guys to look
at her. "It is, uh… tonight is poker night, and kind of a tradition I
started a few decades ago. I'm pretty good at it, hence why I named my lion
Ace. Most of us don't really work
around here. We gamble. It's how the bills get paid. And I guess it's my night
to make sure we have a place to live next month."




She
glanced around the huge gym that was only a small fraction of the house. "You
gamble and win enough money to pay for this place?"




"Yeah…
and then some. Look, I won't go if you don't want to go, but I'm better than
anyone here. We'll lose everything pretty quick if I depend on some of these
losers to cover the bills. A few of them lose more than I win sometimes."




"Wait…
the chick is coming with us?" Rogan said on a chuckle, and then his
expression turned serious. "You're fuckin' joking, right?"




I
saw red, but managed to shove Andra out of the way before I shifted—the welcome
feel of bones stretching and changing, the fur sprouting, the muscles morphing—and
pounced on Rogan. My teeth not-so-tenderly brushed the skin above his jugular where
his pulse was pounding hard enough I could hear it. Kai and Slade backed away,
but I could sense Slade wanted to interfere, and I suppose that was the only
thing that stopped me from biting Rogan's head off.




"Rogan
doesn't know about the bond, Ace!" Slade shouted. "Nobody but me and
the crew that went with you knows that you're a bonded male now! Don't kill
him! Christ! He didn't know any better!" I didn't glance up, but I knew
him well enough to know that he was running his fingers through that stark
black hair and gripping it hard enough to pull it out by the roots.




"Ace,"
Andra's startled voice said. "Don't kill him."




I
moved my head back enough to close my mouth, and then just stared down into Rogan's
eyes as a low growl rumbled up my throat.




"I
would advise against ever calling her a chick again if you value your life,
Rogan," Slade said on a relieved exhale. "Ace bonded with Andromeda
in Alabama. She's your Alpha now, too."




There
was cold fear in Rogan's confused eyes. He knew he'd screwed up, but I could tell
that he wasn't sure how he'd managed it. The truth was that none of us knew how
strong this bonding thing was—well, aside from me and Andra; we knew exactly
how tough this bitch was, but I wasn't in the mood to give lessons or talk
about it unless bloodshed was involved. I'd let Slade explain it to Rogan. Instead
of backing away, I stepped forward, placing one of my back paws on Rogan's
groin as I made my way back to Andra.




Howls
of agonizing pain issued from behind me as I shifted back to my human form.




Ignoring
the scene behind me, I chuckled when Andra held out my shredded gym clothes,
her head turned in the opposite direction from my immodesty.




I
took the threads and covered myself enough to make her comfortable. "So,
how are you at poker?" I said as we walked toward the doors to leave.




She
laughed. "I'm better at Blackjack."




"Let's
go Double Down then, my dear," I said with a flirtatious grin, and she
beamed at me. God, I loved that smile.




"I
need to take a shower first," Andra said.




I
grinned playfully. "Good. You can shower with me. There's a spot on my
back I can never quite reach." She gaped at me, and I nearly busted a gut
laughing. "I'm kidding… unless, of course, you want to shower with me. I wouldn't tell you no. I'm nice like that,"
I said with a wink.




Catching
me off guard, she shoved me into the corridor wall, and then laughed when I hit
my funny bone and let out a loud curse. "You are not showering with me,
Ace."




I
scowled as I rubbed my elbow, until I glanced up to see her walking away from
me. That high ponytail and the look of her ass in those workout shorts had me
forgetting all about the sharp pain shooting from my elbow to my wrist. I bit
my lip as I watched her hips sway, and then I ran to catch up with her before she
noticed I had started panting.


She might not shower with me tonight, but she
would soon. She would soon.


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