1) Tell me about your family?
Mal: Yikes…wow, just jump right into the fray. Well, my mom died shortly after I was born. My father blamed me. For the most part, my best friend’s mom raised me. I called her Mama Carol. She was my old man’s housekeeper and a wonderful person.
2) Have you ever been in love?
Mal: Geez…I agreed to be interviewed, but I didn’t know you’d be so up in my personal business. If I have to answer, I’ll admit I believe there is someone out there for everyone, but that’s all I’m going to say.
3) Do you exercise or are you a couch potato?
Mal: I’m a personal trainer and part-owner of a gym. I enjoy working out.
4) What’s your favorite movie?
Mal: I can’t say I have a favorite. I like action, thrillers, and westerns. I guess I like Die Hard a lot. The Hateful Eight was entertaining too.
5) Do you have any cavities?
Mal: Hell no! Taking care of your teeth is an important part of your health. Flossing is a must.
6) What type of car do you drive?
Mal: A Prius.
7) Do you bite your fingernails or have any other bad habits?
Mal: Ugh…I don’t really bite my fingernails, but I have a bit of a temper. I’m not afraid of physical confrontation if I feel the situation warrants the response, and I probably curse too much.
8) Would you rather have wine, whiskey or a beer?
Mal: I’m allergic to alcohol–last time I drank, I nearly died so sparkling cider or non-alcoholic beer, but honestly, I’d prefer water or juice.
9) Do you tip a full twenty-percent at sit-down restaurants?
Mal: I’m not a scumbag. The server would have to be extremely rude or leave me sitting there without a word for an hour for me not to give the full tip.
10) Besides exercising, what are your hobbies?
Mal: Hiking, rock climbing, horseback riding, swimming—I’m a physical guy, but I like reading and crossword puzzles too.
An abusive childhood and an accident in his teens left stallion-shifter, Malcolm Patterson, with a distrust for his father and a lot of holes in his memory. When his dad passes away, Malcolm returns to Horse Mountain to fulfill his obligation to settle his old man’s affairs but finds the shifter community’s near hero-worship of the late doctor disquieting. He’s further shaken to meet a curvy beauty at the funeral who makes his heart gallop and his primal instincts take over. Suki Marks has been in love with handsome and noble Malcolm Patterson ever since he saved her from bullies who called her an abomination when she was ten. He was the first person to be straight with her about the reasons some people shunned her family and he was quick to debunk those prejudices as the ignorant folktales and stupid superstitions they were. Even after Malcolm graduated high school and left town, she couldn’t forget him, but becoming Doctor Patterson’s live-in nurse in his last year of life was a coincidence. She never expected to be named in the wealthy physician’s will. Malcolm assumed he’d be disinherited, but even from the after-life, his father continues to turn the knife, using his will to set up an elaborate scheme to taint Malcolm’s feelings for the woman who might be his fated mate. To make matters worse, a dangerous shifter-purist movement is brewing among a small segment of the Horse Mountain Clan, and they’re determined to prevent Suki from passing on her genes to a new generation. Will Malcolm be able to work through his past in time to secure his and Suki’s future? Warning: Saving Suki is a smoking hot romance with graphic, put-you-in-the-moment love scenes. If you’re offended by sexual language, you might want to consider another book. The book can stand alone without reading the others in the series, but reading Horse Mountain Shifters 1-3, will add to the enjoyment of the experience.
Her chest heaved. She had her pride, but his incredibly, manly smell chipped away at her resolve. As he looked her in the face, she took a couple of steps forward. He slipped two fingers into her waistband. “Cute sleepwear.” She looked down at her pink elephant-printed PJs and her cheeks burned. “They were a gift from my dad. I guess they’re kind of lame, but they’re comfy.” He smirked. “Don’t worry. You won’t be wearing them long.” He snatched down her bottoms, leaving them around her knees. “Look who didn’t put on any panties.” He dropped to his knees, nuzzling his nose in her dark, curly pubic hairs. His tongue flickered over her clitoral hood, sending a jolt of arousal through her loins that would have made her jump if he hadn’t been gripping both sides of her naked buttocks so tightly. No, no…I have to stop this. I want romance and love, not another hard fucking. She grabbed a handful of his hair and used all of her will power to pull his face away from her throbbing pussy. As he stared up at her, she lifted an eyebrow. “Who says I’ll have you again?” He slid his palm along the inside of her leg. “The sweet cream flowing down your thigh tipped me off.” He pressed his lips against her meaty flesh, ignoring her feeble protests as he blazed a trail of gentle kisses and nibbles up to her slit before running his tongue along the seam. She whined, her knees trembling. “Are you sure you want me to stop?” He glanced up at her again, looking as if he already knew her answer. Anger seared in her belly as she pushed him away. “Yes! I’m not a whore, Malcolm Patterson. You can’t come in here with your big, swinging dick and all…all that.” She waved her hands around toward him while stepping back as best she could with her pants around her ankles. He jumped to his feet. “I never said you were a ho.” He placed his hands on her waist. “I like you, Suki, and it’s hard to be around you without touching you.” She pushed him again. “How dare you? You and your shitty friend came in here, trying to harass me with your disgusting meat.” “I apologized for that…” “So what? You seduced me, fucked me like an animal and then ran off with your friend. Do you have any idea how horrible you made me feel?” She knelt, grabbing her pants and pulling them up as she stood. Mal grimaced. “Aw, baby, no, don’t…” He huffed as she pulled the drawstring tight and tied it in a bow. “Damn.” She placed her hands on her hips and glanced toward the door as if inviting him to leave. He glanced behind him as if noting what she wanted, but then choosing to ignore. He turned to face her, smirking as he unbuttoned his shirt. “I said no!” He shrugged. “Okay, so we won’t have sex. Are you going to make me sleep all alone too?” Her jaw dropped and she threw her hands up in the air as she mumbled, “Is he kidding me?”
Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.
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