Beckoned (Book 1) The Brazil Werewolf Series

Chapter Fourteen-Blood and Bliss

Hello, My Lovelies, 

Thank you for reading Beckoned.  I do hope you are enjoying the story.  We are getting close to the end of Beckoned.  We have three chapters and an epilogue.  So, I wanted to show you the cover of the next book in this series, Summoned.  This will be Marcos' story though you will see plenty of Andre and Aurora within it.  

Also, I have adjusted my schedule.  You will see me updating Beckoned more often until its completion.  

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"Aurora, it's time to get up," Andre whispered into my ear. I moaned and snuggled closer to him, not ready to move from his warmth. He laughed and nuzzled my ear, kissing it softly. "Aren't you hungry?"

I shook my head, not wanting to admit that I was. He chuckled. His lips touched my ear again and took the lobe into his mouth, scraping it with his teeth. Desire lanced through me.

"Aurora, you have to eat," he whispered, kissing my neck. "As a matter of fact, so do I. You don't want me to starve to death, do you?"

I poked out my lower lip as I leaned my head against him. He laughed, the sound reverberating through his chest. "Aurora, if I stay here, we'll never get anything done today."

I opened my eyes, giggling as he rubbed his morning stubble against my neck. "Okay," I whispered, narrowing my eyes as I turned to look into his beautiful face. "I'll get up."

He kissed my forehead, getting up, unashamed of his nakedness. "No." He grinned. "I'll go to the diner and get something. You stay here and rest."

I stilled, my eyes widening as I thought of the last time he had said that. I winced turning my face away from him as I tried to hide my thoughts. Andre frowned as if reading my thoughts. Appearing troubled, he took my chin and stared into my face.

"I told you. She kissed me," he said, then his lips twitched into a grin. "I also told you I don't want her...as I believe I showed you last night."

I blushed as a sigh escaped my lips. He was right. I was being ridiculous. "I know," I said, then gave him a fierce look. "It doesn't stop me from wanting to draw her blood."

"Spoken like a true werewolf." He smiled, grabbing his pants and shirt from the floor, quickly putting them on. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Maybe I should keep you away from her for a while. I wouldn't want you to do anything you would regret."

I narrowed my eyes as violent images played in my mind. "I don't think I would regret it." A wicked smile stretched across my face. "I think I would enjoy it...immensely."

He laughed as he sat on the bed and slipped his socks and shoes on before kissing me again. "As much as I like you jealous..." He grinned, rubbing the back of his fingers down my cheek, "I think I would prefer that you stay out of jail." He stood, bending down to kiss my forehead. "I'll be back. I love you."

"I love you, too," I whispered.

He smiled tenderly. "I will never get tired of hearing you say that."

"Good. Because I will never get tired of saying it."

He gave me that crooked grin that made my heart race. "I'll be back soon." He frowned as he glanced at the door. "Don't let anyone in." I nodded, then he was gone.