Welcome to an amazing paranormal romance writer, Kyrssie Fortune!

Sylvie’s more human librarian than half-blood Fae princess and she definitely prefers books to men. Then, she learns her unwanted Lykae fiancée is marrying someone else. If she doesn’t stop the wedding, the Fae will resume the border war with the Werewolf nation. A high-handed Lykae security guard blocks her every move, and when her plans go awry, she’s kidnapped, stripped, and bound for his pleasure.

Caleb the Cold, King of the Lykae, will do anything to make his younger brother’s wedding special–even pretend he’s a security guard and kidnap his brother’s former fiancée. Punishing her is a pure pleasure until he realizes she’s his mate. Now he needs to woo the woman he’s tormented to the edge of madness, but is it too late to claim her heart, and make her his?

What an exciting introduction to Kyrssie’s new book, To Wed a Werewolf!

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Tasty Excerpt!

Caleb dropped like he’d been poleaxed, and his body flickered between primal beast, human, and true wolf forms.

“Told you he’d get what he deserves.” Ron pulled out his cell phone. “And I knew he’d come after you.”

Sylvie stepped back and leaned against the car. “What have you done?”

“Saved you, you silly cow, or did you want to fuck with that? Now stand still and be quiet while I talk to my friends.” Even drunk, Ron seemed dangerous. He keyed a preprogrammed number. “Subject acquired, but he’s tougher than I expected.”

“And,” Sylvie whispered, “he’ll kill you when the Taser charge wears off.”

Ron backhanded her. “I told you to keep quiet, or do we have to kill you too?”

Caleb saw tears mist her eyes, but she blinked them away and backed off. Gods, he needed to kiss her tears from her cheeks—right after he handed her Ron’s head on a plate.

A white van skidded to a halt beside them. Two human males jumped out, chained Caleb’s arms behind him, twisted the chain around his ankles, and pulled it tight.

Elves’ blood, the damn thing’s silver.

It locked him in primal form and burned red brands into his flesh. Pain crescendoed through him and drove his primal beast insane. His roars grew more animalistic as his humanity sank deeper inside him. He needed to kill, destroy, and maim. But whatever his form, he’d protect Sylvie.

He grasped the links, burning deep welts in his hands as he tugged at the chain, but silver was every Lykae’s Achilles’ heel. Pain spasmed through his limbs, building, burning, branding. He needed his freedom. He needed his true-mate safe, and he needed Ron and his cronies dead. Hog-tied and helpless, all he could do was flop like an out-of-water goldfish at Sylvie’s feet.

   A little about Kyrssie

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons.
Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick-ass females who can hold their own against whatever life – or Kryssie – throws at them.

Kryssie’s pet hates are unhappy endings and a series that end on a cliffhanger.
Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. The plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

Links to find Kryssie

Website      http://kryssiefortune.wixsite.com/kryssie

Blog            http://kryssiefortune.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter         https://twitter.com/KryssieFortune

Facebook    https://www.facebook.com/KryssieFortune

Pinterest      http://bit.ly/1OGFnjc

Goodreads     http://bit.ly/2kxqabJ

Amazon Author Page  http://amzn.to/2hA0ZVO

Titles by Kryssie Fortune

Scattered Siblings – a series of standalone paranormal romance

To Wed a Werewolf

To Break a Warrior King’s Curse

To Mate a Werewolf

To Seduce an Omega

Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf

Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge – a series of standalone romances featuring former soldiers

Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine

Sex, Scandal, and the Sheriff

Desire, Deceit, and the Doctor

Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier

Standalone Romances

Dominated by the Dragon

Taken by Twin Doms

One Knight Stand

Giving it up for the Gods

Wickedly Used

A Big Welcome to Poppy Flynn!

As a bubbly art student, Daisy Kidde embarked on a BDSM relationship that ended in tears. Eleven years later, she has reinvented herself as the aloof finance director, Desirae Harper. But the past threatens to catch up with her and turn her quiet, reserved world upside down when her company is threatened with a takeover bid, and the dominant Joel Blackwood walks back into her life. Can she resist him? Or will the old Daisy return, threatening her new life?
Today I’m excited to present Poppy Flynn with her new book entitled Fool’s Desire. 
Publisher’s Note: This steamy romance contains graphic scenes as well as power exchange. Please do not read it if this is offensive to you.
Here’s an exciting excerpt from the book!
Her entire body and all her facial features were frozen as John introduced her to the room. On the inside, she felt as if she had combusted, felt buffeted by a tsunami of undeniable attraction and lust as her betraying body short-circuited the logic of her higher brain function when it automatically registered and accept the remembered pleasures of her former lover.
“Our CFO, Desirae Harper, will be at the forefront of any negotiations,” she heard him say, as if from a distance, as he gestured towards her and two sets of striking cobalt eyes turned her way.
Desirae couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. With her mind mired in molasses, she vaguely wondered if she might get lucky, as she had with Eric Oliver, but she could see the very second that recognition dawned in Joel’s beautiful eyes.
“Daisy?” he whispered in shock, his face slack and his mouth gaping.
Even though she didn’t—couldn’t—break eye contact with him, she was aware of several things in her peripheral vision.  She watched it all as if from a distance, her mind somehow divorced with the reality playing out around her.
John raised his eyebrows and looked between the two of them. His PA raised his head to see what had caused the sudden hush. Connor Griffin straightened and was looking at her with an odd speculation she couldn’t quite decipher, and the catering assistant had uncurled from her human pretzel position and was taking in everything avidly, ready to run it all back to the gossip mill, albeit with a slight frown that she was no longer the center of attention. And Jake, Jake did a double take, let out a gasp that sounded as loud as a gunshot in the silent room and suddenly, without warning, she was in his arms, and he was laughing as he swung her round in a circle and then, almost before she had regained her balance, he crushed her against his wide chest and whooped, “Daisy, Daisy, Daisy Kidde!” as he grinned Cheshire cat wide.
Desirae ran a gamut of emotions in the space of a few seconds. Too many, almost, to acknowledge any of them on an individual basis. There was the inevitable shock, but somehow, no surprise. Her logical brain had known there would always be some percentage of chance that a Blackwood’s presence might occur and her subconscious had been blaring that alert before her awareness could properly make sense of the warning. There was the splintering of unbearable pain so sharp, that after it had sliced through her very last nerve, left her blessedly numb. And there was the beautiful, terrible ache of soul-deep recognition of one lover for another that fought to soften her body in readiness for him, regardless of the battle taking place in her mind. Her head spun and it had nothing to do with Jake Blakewood swinging her round. All of it seemed to happen in time-lapse slow motion, but throughout all the commotion, her eyes remained locked with Joel’s unrelenting gaze.
A little about Poppy…
Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the ‘self-sufficiency’ lifestyle.
Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.
Poppy’s love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn’t have a television in the house.
“When you’re surrounded by fields, cows, and sheep, and there are no neighbors, no TV, and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there’s a certain limit to your options, but with books, your adventures and your horizons are endless.”