Love Me Tender is the second highly erotic
futuristic/fantasy Alvaron
novella set in a land where women rule and the magic of sex
abounds.
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Love Me Tender
Ellora's Cave
Genre: Shape-shifter
ISBN: 9781419912665
Format: e-Book
What would a woman do if sex no longer
eased the ache of being labeled barren? Why, like any "good"
naughty woman, she'd set her sights on something deliciously
bigger. That's what Tyrana does when a gorgeous man literally
runs in front of her and gamely winks at her.
Running after a man for a long, hard rut isn't all Tyrana ends
up with. Rusty isn't like any man — make that any being —
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she's ever encountered before. Tyrana
finds it hard to believe in his fanciful tale of magic and
thinks she's finally become delusional when he transforms into a
magnificent creature he calls a Mage Pegcentaur. The only thing
she knows for certain is she's finally met her match when it
comes to sex play.
Can Tyrana let a man control her sexual needs? If it cures her
heart's most precious ache she's willing to be on her hands and
knees for as long as it takes.
Love Me Tender by Renee Field is a
clever story. The magical creature that Rusty becomes is
awesome. The way he “solves” all her crises with his unusual
abilities makes for a compelling read. I don’t want to give
anything away in this story. It’s much too good and I don’t want
to take any of the pleasure of discovery away from readers. I
have to say, though, that Rusty’s true identity completely
shocked me, even though I knew this was a shapeshifter story. He
is much more than a character. He is written so well and so
realistically I just fell in love with him. He and Tyrana make
an excellent couple. This is a very satisfying story.
~ Fallen Angel Reviews, Rating 4
“A wonderful tale of a fantasy world
where even the people who live there sometimes long for more.
Even perfect worlds get lonely and sometime there is something
better on the other side of the forest. The magical nature of
the people living free was a great contrast to the rigid nature
of the people who were constrained by all the rules and
regulations. Women's rule may have its problems as well as any
other domination of one group of people over another. A great
story, it kept me intrigued.”
~ The Inside Story as Told from Sassy Brit and Her Gang
In this sequel to Love Me Wild, Renee
Field delivers another erotic romp...between the shape shifters
of the Dark Forest and the women of Maida. The chemistry between
Randy and Tyranna is handled with the same excellence of Love Me
Tender...it is an enjoyable afternoon read.
~ Euro-Reviews, 4 stars
“Get back! Get back! Look out!” shouted
a Maida guard just as a man ran at lightning speed past Tyrana,
almost toppling her to the ground.
Tyrana twirled around to maintain her balance. She saw out of
the corner of her eye that the man had turned almost in slow
motion to watch her. Then the guard grasped her arm.
“Get back, he’s not safe,” said the guard.
But Tyrana didn’t care what the guard had to say. She was
interested in the man who had the nerve to grin mischievously at
her and the audacity to boldly wink at her. What is he thinking?
What am I thinking? She studied his physique quickly, her eyes
drawn to his mid-waist in the half a minute it took for him to
run straight into the Dark Forest. He was at least two heads
taller than her. He was broad of shoulder, with straight
rust-colored hair that fell to his mid-back, a back that rippled
with muscles gleaming from the high noon sun. And his ass. By
the Saints, it had her salivating on the spot. Her pussy juices
started to flow just with the image of his long shaft she had
eyed with longing as he raced past her naked as the day he was
born. Thoughts of his coppery, molten-looking skin left her
feeling a hunger she couldn’t describe.
“He’s the man who’s been dropping off your sister’s letters.
Your mother told us to capture him for more information as to
her whereabouts. So far, we’ve had no luck. And there is no way
I’m going into the Dark Forest,” said the Maida guardswoman,
finally releasing her hold on Tyrana’s arm.
“He’s too fast for us, but what a chase,” she cackled. “Nothing
like running in the hot noon sun with that ass in front of you.”
Again the guard chortled, trying to get Tyrana to share in the
joke about the man’s ass gleaming in the sun. However, Tyrana
was in no mood to play nice, especially if that meant sharing
anything at all that had to do with the man who had sparked an
intense heat in her throbbing core.
Then what the guardswoman said penetrated Tyrana’s brain. This
man, this oh-so yummy want to fuck me ‘til I die man, has been
in contact with my sister. By the Saints, Tyrana wanted him and
meant to have him.
Brushing off the guardswoman, Tyrana strode forward for once
taking her own future into her hands. While the warnings from
the guardswoman were loud, Tyrana ignored them.
After all, she had heard them all before. Anyone who entered the
Dark Forest never came out. Well, that myth was no longer true.
Her sister had ventured into the forest and fallen in love with
a man she was about to marry.
Then it will be babies and all that stuff. Tyrana hated that
jealous ache that pitted itself deep within her when she thought
of the life her sister got to live. It was a life she would
never know. It was a part of being a woman she’d never discover.
It’s a burden anyway, she told herself, wishing that the
yearning to have a baby of her own flesh would leave her. That
desire was like a scab that painfully itched and blistered under
her skin.
But here, Tyrana thought, was the perfect distraction—that man!
A daring plan formed in her mind. She would track that man who
knew where her sister was for her own purposes. She wanted him.
A fever the likes of which she had never experienced before
caused her body to flush with desire simply thinking about that
fine specimen of a man who had gamely winked at her. She
wanted…no, needed to have that cock of his lodged deep within
her wet pussy. Maybe if I fuck long and hard enough, I’ll forget
about everything else.
That’s it! This man will be my cure. Just the thought of that
feisty all-too-male coppery body at her beck and call, on his
knees in front of her, caused her to grin in sweet anticipation.
Tyrana vowed to all the Saints that she would get what she
wanted this time, no matter what.
* * * * *
Rusty planned on killing his best friend, Tulon, the minute he
got back to the Plains. To think he had actually agreed for the
second time to deliver a message for his friend’s mate, Rowena,
caused all the hairs on his skin to bristle. Stupid! Naive! He
wanted to hit something.
The Maida women were bizarre and some of them were downright
scary. Twice now, the woman warriors had tried to capture him. I
don’t think so.
He was a Mage Pegcentaur, capable of wielding magic far beyond
their understanding. However, he couldn’t ignore the fact that
he found the chase highly sporting. And today his eyes had been
richly rewarded when he spied the most alluring Maida woman yet.
She walked with a regal bearing and he was pleased to note that
her head would come to rest just below his chin. He had always
liked his women tall, but most females of his kind tended to be
too short for his liking.
She had long wavy chestnut hair streaked with a hint of red. And
she had full high breasts, clad in a tight leather top that had
fired his shaft to attention. Most of all, he liked that when he
had gamely winked at her, she had notched up her chin in
defiance and squared her shoulders against the shock of it.
Without a doubt, he knew she was going to come after him.
The idea had him more aroused than he had been in a long time.
Delivering messages for Rowena at least gave him something new
to do. That was the crux of things. Rusty was mighty bored with
life. Nothing seemed to matter to him. And he was sick and tired
of being in charge of all the blasted younglings, the wannabe
Mage Pegcentaur warriors who continually drove him nuts with
their whining.
He had never asked to be head of the warrior clan. It had simply
been assumed he’d fall into the role because his father had led
them for centuries. That had never sat well with Rusty. In fact,
he had tried to refuse, but the Mage Council refused to listen
to him. How infuriating!
What he really wanted was simplicity—not that he would ever tell
anyone, let alone Tulon, that. Being a warrior had long ago lost
its appeal, but the love of the land held him enthralled and
that too he kept to himself.
So now the chance to play, to have some fun with this Maida
woman, engulfed all of his senses. He caught her scent the
moment she stepped into the Dark Forest. In a flash, he
transformed into a stallion, knowing if she spotted him as a
horse, she’d be anything but afraid. And afraid she most
certainly should be. He grinned, thinking of all the wonderfully
wicked things he planned to do to the curious woman. Didn’t she
know that curiosity sparked the flame? And his was just aching
for a breath of fresh air.
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