Even so, she continued to mingle, now easily fifty feet from where he stood, and yet, he could still scent her heat, single her out from amongst the gatherers.

His felines were staring at her as if she was a slaughtered deer, and they hadn’t eaten for weeks. Alex knew this, because he was the prime, damn it. The female in the tight, cleavage-revealing red dress, though, was not a familiar. There were several true matings in their pride, but those couples remained at home to make little cubs of their own, while the others romped their way through Genesis. Giving birth to cubs only ensured that pride protection and support would be everlasting. The pride would care for them and any offspring, for the remainder of their lives, so long as they made themselves available at the Gaian Moon gatherings, and helped the pride when called upon. The humans in attendance knew what they were in for, the moment they’d become pride familiars. Without the celestial rising their numbers would almost certainly dwindle, and they’d likely wither and die, as true matings were extremely rare among his kind. The Gaian Moon ensured cubs would be born, and that their pride would continue to flourish. Who was she, this unfamiliar female swaying her curvaceous hips amongst his felines, completely oblivious to the trouble she was about to cause? Sex could be had, raucous noises could be made, and most of the furniture had already been cat-proofed. The semiannual Gaian Moon was making an appearance tonight, so Alex had gathered his pride and willing humans, known as familiars, to converge within the confines of the club. It’d already scented the lush woman, and was more than ready to pounce–strip her naked and slide his hard length inside her body. Unfortunately, the beast wasn’t in the mood to be denied. He ran a hand through his hair and willed his inner cat to calm. The singular woman who smelled nothing of pride or pack. Today she lives in central Florida and writes full-time with the support of her loving husband and two finicky cats.Alex O’Connell watched the ripple of awareness ease through Genesis, his club, as each male seemingly became mindful of the newcomer, the unknown human female, in their midst. It goes without saying that thereâ€™s always a happily-ever-after for her characters, even if there are a few road bumps along the way. Ex-dance teacher, former accountant and erstwhile collectible doll salesperson, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Celia Kyle now writes paranormal romances for readers who:ġ) Like super hunky heroes (they generally get furry)Ģ) Dig beautiful women (who have a few more curves than the average lady)

He Ain't Lion by Celia Kyle