Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Happy Happy Release Day!!! Review & Excerpt: Taking A Stand (An Alpha's World) by Bronwyn Heeley

TITLE  :  Taking A Stand
SERIES : An Alphas World
AUTHOR(s): Bronwyn Heeley
PUBLISHER : BonyDee Press
DATE : 21st June 2016
COVER ARTIST : Bronwyn Heeley

Category: Paranormal Erotic BDSM Romance 

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One Werewolf. One Vampire. One night.
Dem lives in a world ruled by two things: the moon and his alpha. Something inside of him has always yearned for more, and a chance encounter with a vampire helps Dem realise what he craves. Now that Dem knows what he wants, is he strong enough to reach out and take it?


Chapter One

A hand gripped Dem from behind, slamming him into the brick wall in front of him. The edges scrapped at his whiskers, sparks he’d later deny scattered across his skin, making it tingle.
Dem snarled at the beast pressing him against the wall from behind, holding him against his will. There was no way he’d let one mangy little vampire keep him down. Not in this life. He resisted, even as his cock decided this was the place it wanted to be and his balls threatened to rebel if he let the hotness get away before they were emptied.
“You think I’m impressed, little wolf?” he fucking purred. The sound shifted as the heat and hardness of the vampire’s body pushed closer.
Snarling again, Dem pushed back. Wanting the body off him, wanting off the wall, wanting to rub against the hardness digging into his denim covered arse.
He tensed as liquid heat pulsed thought him, making his mouth water and his bones ache. It had been a long time since he’d been fucked, even longer since he’d lost control of his power while it was happening.
His fingers gripped the wall, breaking the skin as it scraped against the sharp edges. Wanting to get him off, Dem pushed himself away from the wall and into the vampire.
The wording made him pause. He wanted to get the vampire off him. That’s what he wanted, what he meant, not get him off.
 He felt his hips shifting. Losing himself in the minute roll of the vampire’s size rubbing against his arse crack.
Dem swallowed hard, trying to force his hips to stop moving, hoping the bastard behind him didn’t notice his response.
He heard a chuckle: dark, evil, and knowing.
Dem snapped.
Using the strength he’d been ignoring because of the lust pulsing through him, Dem lifted one knee, pressing it against the wall. He threw himself backwards, gaining the upper hand.
They crashed into the wall on the other side of the narrow walkway and the vampire grunted. The sound pleased Dem, made him smile, turned his lips and teeth into more of a snarl.
An arm snaked up from under Dem’s pit, quickly and without notice, fingers digging into his throat, nails sliced in, sharp and deadly. Teeth scrapped the back of his neck, catching his hair and pulling, as Dem shifted forward. Pushed into the simple act of domination, he growled as he hit the wall behind him, the vamp’s legs and thick thighs bracketing him.
Blood slid down his throat, tickling as fat drops pooled into the hollow at the base. He felt it, wanted to wipe it away, wanted to get away.
“You think I don’t smell your desire, wolf?”
The truth, spoken by another’s tongue. One Dem couldn’t admit to, couldn’t allow to be true.
Dem snarled again, shaking his head, feeling those fingers dig deeper, slicing the tender skin that had started to heal.
He wanted what the vamp was offering, but he couldn’t submit, not to anyone besides his alpha. It was forbidden. Even the bitches stood their ground, only allowing a male to fuck them if he won a battle, proved his worth.
The moan wrapped around him, drew him in tight, made his body tingle and sweat. Had his muscles and bones melted down around the vampire’s feet? He wanted it so bloody badly.
No, no.
He growled as the vampire moved behind him. Quick and strong, he pulled Dem’s head back, exposing his neck completely; hair pulling sharply as it scraped against the bricks once more. His tendons screamed. He was forced to look up, past the darkness of the alley, into the murkiness of a sky polluted by man and woman alike.
A hot, strong tongue stroked along his throat, Dem knew the vampire was tasting him, sampling what he would eventually gorge himself on.
It was the reason he needed to fight. If he believed the horror stories his alpha told, that is. Vampires couldn’t handle wolf blood. It was too strong, turned them into addicts, and Dem wasn’t going to become a vamp’s chew toy.
Sharp nails scraped against his collarbone and more heat hit his balls, pulling them up tight, making them ache.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
The words couldn’t be truer; a werewolf would always taste good to a vamp, give him a buzz he wasn’t likely to forget.
Dem grunted. “Of course I do.”
The vampire chuckled, dark and rich, tapping a finger against the soft, sensitive skin above his collarbone.
His body pushed back against the vamp. Against skin, bone, and heat. Blood was power, he’d wanted more of it now.
“Different than most.” His teeth scraped against Dem’s throat where he’d already licked. Red welts would appear, marking the journey up his throat, healing almost as quickly as they appeared.
Dem felt it in his feet, the start of a claiming. The flirtation of a bedmate. A request he wasn’t sure he was able to deny.

Review by: multitaskingmomma
My Rating: 4 of 4 Stars
(Based on Short&Light Read Category)

I love Bronwyn Heeley books. She's got a distinctive voice and quite the talent for writing stories that fit into limited text. Thing is, Taking A Stand, this is different. This book is not her usual style. Truth is, this is one of her best, if not the best... then again, there are two others I absolutely love, My Kevin which I still consider a favorite and then Running Scared that scared the bejeesus out of me.

In this story, we have two paranormals, a wolf and a vampire. There is a prejudice against the vampires from the side of the wolves and the two beings don't enjoy being in the same two hundred mile radius of each other. So what happens when a wolf who's not reached his peak yet meets up with a vampire who falls for him after just one encounter. Yes, this is a mating story but bear with me. There is the resistance to the mating call for the alpha wolf Dem submits to is not tolerant of vampires and 'weak' wolfies. What is this alpha to do when one of his own submits to the touch of the much hated vampire?

Dem is now torn... he cannot resist his mate's or his alpha's call. This means he needs to make a decision and make it quickly. If he wavers, he may lose his life or he loses his... life. Such an easy task to accomplish.

This is a short read and it just makes me want for more.

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