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MISSY LYONS

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Missy Lyons lives a boring life, but creates fantasy worlds by writing her erotic romances. She lives in Middle Tennessee with her family, two dogs, and a cat who thinks it is a dog. She is an obsessive Star Wars geek and loves all things dragons, aliens, and did she forget to mention hot men top the list? Yeah, men are in everyone of her romance books. More can be found out about her books or her life on her website: www.missylyons.com

SHARK'S MATE [SEXIER WHEN WET 1]

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Shanghai Shindu lives a carefree life in the tropics as a shape-shifting shark, hunting the land and the sea. He shows up with the rest of his pack of shape-shifting sharks at the wedding party for his brother. Shanghai never expects to meet his mate at a party full of werewolves and vampires, and is even more shocked to find he is human.

Cain Castle is working undercover as a handyman on the private island, but he is a psychic and a healer helping to keep an eye on the wedding guests. It’s a dangerous job, but there is also the crazy, overwhelming attraction to Shanghai, who doesn’t even acknowledge he exists until the day Shanghai stops a vampire from having him as lunch. Suddenly Cain is swept up in a world full of dark pleasures and sinful delights.

EXCERPT

It was just a kiss.

Not meant to be anything more, but when his lips met Cain’s and he heard the other man groan and felt him soften in his arms, he had to have more than a brief meeting of the lips. His kiss grew deeper, more urgent, and Shanghai’s tongue invaded and pilfered, destroying the last of his mate’s resistance. It was sweet agony to slow things down, but the claiming could wait until after their first joining, and he couldn’t claim his mate without him fully understanding the consequences. If he claimed him, he may not survive the transformation. It could mean the end of his humanity. If Cain failed to be able to learn to shape-shift, the transition could mean his death or he could become eternally trapped in his shifter form. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how it would affect him yet. It had been centuries since a human had undergone a transformation like that.

Shanghai couldn’t force his world on Cain like that. Not without asking how he felt about it, and for right now, this physical connection between them had to be enough.

“I want to make love to you, Shanghai,” Cain admitted, bashfully turning his head away so he wouldn’t make eye contact.

“And I”—the breath hissed between Shanghai’s teeth at his mate’s admission—“would like nothing more than to do that. I want to fuck you until you forget every man you’ve ever been with. I want to make you scream out my name as I slide in and out of here.”

Cain whimpered as Shanghai pulled him up in his lap and felt under between his butt cheeks. The thin material of his shorts offered little protection from Shanghai’s pretty large hard-on. He knew Cain could feel every powerful inch of him under him. “I want to hear the way my name sounds on your tongue when I make love to you and the sweet sounds you make when you are in the middle of being pleasured.”

Shanghai watched a lump rise and fall on Cain’s throat. “I want to own every inch of your flesh, Cain.”

“You already do. Make love to me, mate.” Cain sighed and cuddled against Shanghai’s chest.

“It will be my pleasure. Let me help undress you.” Shanghai lifted the thin T-shirt up and over his mate’s head. It revealed his shaved chest, which only had a smattering of hair to begin with. Throughout his days of taking care of Cain and the doctor running his tests, Cain had to be hooked up to machines and Shanghai didn’t want him any more uncomfortable than he already was. Shaving seemed to be the quickest solution. After that, he had seen him naked many times as he changed the bedsheets and gave him sponge baths to help keep him clean and cool. Shanghai helped to ease the shorts off his hips and down off his ankles. The sight of his mate, naked and willing to experience his touch, took his breath away.

Cain came alive under his touch, shivering under the stroke of his tongue or the whisper of his breath. Long capable fingers caressed his flesh. Goose bumps formed on Cain’s arms after he slid his hands over the soft flesh of his lover. It pleased Shanghai deeply to have Cain be so responsive to his touch.

“You are so beautiful, mate. You take my breath away.”

“I was going to say the same thing about you, Shanghai. Do you know how many times I dreamed what it would be like to touch you? To see you naked? I was attracted to you the moment I laid eyes on you and now…” Cain’s hands spread wide over Shanghai’s chest and strayed across his ribs and down his lean stomach muscles.

“Now it’s a reality.” Shanghai caught his wrists in his hands and gave him a lingering kiss. The warmth in his stomach grew and intensified. His cock was growing in size and power. Thick and long, it wanted one thing and one thing alone—to be planted deep inside his mate’s fine ass. He needed his mate and longed to feel his cock inside of him.

Shanghai eased Cain down on his back and spread his legs apart with the palms of his hands. He made his way down his body, leaving a trail of kisses on Cain’s lips, down the side of his neck, to his chest and still lower until he reached his erect mushroom-shaped cock. Cain had been circumcised, and he had clean lines and a perfect cock. He was fully aroused, and a drop of cum pooled at the tip.

Shanghai ached to taste his mate ever since he first laid eyes on his naked flesh. On a whim, he licked the tip, tasting the salty brine of his lover. It was like honey on his lips. It was the perfect harmony of flavors on his taste buds.

“You taste so good, mate.” Shanghai licked his mate’s cock, milking him for more.

“Can’t wait much longer,” Cain groaned in response, and he answered Shanghai’s passion with one of his own as he thrust his hips upward. Shanghai spread his fingers wide across his hips and pushed him back into the mattress.

He chuckled softly. “It’s okay. We can take all night long to get this right.”

Cain trembled beneath Shanghai’s body. “Oh, Shanghai. Please fuck me.”

“All in good time, Cain.”

INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW

Q: What is one thing about the publishing world that surprised you the most?I have learned a great deal since beginning this journey seven years ago. It’s been a bumpy ride but something I have really appreciated is the other writers who are willing to share their experiences and vast knowledge with me. The romance community as a whole has been very accepting, very kind and very generous in teaching the next generation.

Q: How do you know you’ve written a good book?

I go through ups and downs in my writing process. Sometimes it feels like the best book—ever! Then there are times I wonder how I could write this drivel, but I’m still growing as a writer. When I know I’ve written a good book, the emotions of the characters move me personally. I can laugh when they do and cry when they do. I have a stronger connection with the characters in those books and I wish I could say this was in the case of every book, but each one is a different story and not every book is great.

Q: How do you keep your characters and stories organized?

Thanks to attending a writer’s conference lately and seeing Gabrielle Evans and Joyee Flynn speak I am now keeping series bibles on everything. Each book I write, I am keeping character sheets with personality and physical traits so I can keep the series accurate in the future. I am actually creating a map of the town in the Riding Western Style series to make it easier on myself in the future. Many times, I jump between books and series and it’s nice having this reference to come back to after several months or years have passed between books.

Q: Have you ever gotten writer’s block? How do you get past it?

I have to admit I have gotten writer’s block a couple times in my life. Most the time, there is something in the story I am having trouble with, and it’s something I have to work out before I can move on. If I can’t write past the block or force myself to write, I will usually write on another aspect of the story I do know, or a character interview or just work on another story altogether. I think it’s far easier to fall out of the habit of writing if I didn’t continue to write every day. So, if it’s my writing time, I write whether it’s on the story I need to write or not.

Q: What are you currently working on? How is it different from other books you’ve written?

Discipline and Desire is the follow-up book in the Club Desire series. It’s the current work in progress and the characters are the same as in the previous stories, except they are facing a new challenge. The main hero is facing physical and mental challenges he never thought he’d have to face. Victor’s in a wheelchair and he may not ever walk again, but there are worse things in life than being physically handicapped.

Q: When is your favorite time of day to write?

Honestly, I think we all have time of day we just function at a higher level. I am not a night person. When I get exhausted for the day, I am done. My brain stops functioning and I just want to lay in bed until I pass out. I’ve always been at my peak in the early morning hours. I get up before the rest of the house does and star my writing day at 5 AM. Then the kids wake up and I have to help them get ready for school. I’d like to say I get right back to work, but that’s not true. So much happens I rarely am able to work at all the hours of the day I want to write. The time of day I accomplish the most on my books is three hours from 11 AM to 2 PM.  The house is quiet and I know I will be uninterrupted for the most part and can really get into my story.