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Book Title: Bonded (Latent Series Book 2)
Author: Alana Timms
Publisher: Self-published
Cover Artist: Resplendent Media
Release Date: December 11, 2020
Genre/s: Paranormal M/M Romance, LGBT Action & Adventure
Trope/s: Fated mates, alpha/omega, rivals-to-lovers, hurt/comfort
Themes: Redemption, overcoming obstacles
Length: 174 pages
Heat Rating: 5 flames
It is book 2 in the Latent Series.
Buy Links - Available on Kindle Unlimited
They’re bond-mates. They’re rivals.
Only one of them can take the prize…may the best wolf win.
Blurb
They’re bond-mates. They’re rivals. Only one of them can take the prize…may the best wolf win.
Alpha Zach Logan is taking part in the Top Dog survival challenge to secure his billion-dollar inheritance. The odds are in his favor. He has awakened his latent wolf, becoming the first verified shifter in over a century; no way can he lose. But his biggest rival is also his bond-mate, the omega he’s destined to spend the rest of his life with. Can Zach keep their conflict from spilling over into the bedroom?
Omega Sebastian Gage came to the Island to win. That trophy is his, and he will fight anyone for it. Yes, including his bond-mate, who is smart and generous and doesn’t deserve to lose. But them’s the breaks, because Sebastian needs this win to free himself from unjust suppressed shifter laws that limit omega rights.
The Island isn’t a tame playground, however, and not every competitor plays fair. Will the deadly game tear Zach and Sebastian’s fragile bond apart, or will love come out on top?
Bonded is Book 2 of the steamy paranormal m/m romance series Latent. If you like high stakes, sizzling chemistry and fiercely protective shifters, you’ll love Alana Timms’s wild adventure.
Bonded is best read after Fever, Book 1 of the Latent series. Unresolved plot elements make this story’s strong HFN ending a cliffhanger. Themes include hurt/comfort, pack dynamics, fated mates and rivals-to-lovers. Bonded contains adult material and is not intended for audiences under 18. Includes steamy scenes, strong language, violence and minor character death.
Excerpt
Outside on the deck, Sebastian set the table with a crisp white table cloth, glasses, and silverware. Table for two under a waxing moon. He lit a couple of candles, placing each in a candle lantern.
Too much? Kill the candles?
Too late; Zach came into sight carrying his backpack and shopping bags. He swept his gaze over Sebastian. Then looked him over again, slower, eating him up. Sebastian shivered; he couldn’t hold the ocean breeze responsible for it. Not when his pulse raced as well. Zach dumped the bags, and prowled onto the deck. He fucking prowled, telegraphing his X-rated thoughts through a subtle change in his scent and the fierce intent in his darkened gaze.
“You look good,” said Zach.
His voice was laced with gravel; a near-growl that pitched Sebastian into full-blown lust. His stiffening dick pushed at the front panel of his kilt. His hole clenched hard around the butt-plug, wild for the real thing.
“Thanks?” Sebastian heard it, the uncertainty as though he were asking a question. He injected more authority into his voice. “You too. I like the haircut.”
Zach smiled. His dimples told a lie. Cute, they said, adorable.
Yeah, same way a tiger was adorable. Zach’s aura pulsated with barely leashed power. Raw and intoxicating, it put a dent in Sebastian’s authority. He hated this shift in their dynamics. But he loved how hot Zach made him feel.
“You’ve been busy,” said Zach, stopping within kissing distance.
So why weren’t they doing that, kissing? He couldn’t think of a good reason why Zach’s tongue wasn’t in his mouth. “Busy? You mean the table?”
“I mean busy claiming points for nailing my ass.”
He was supposed to feel guilty, but that was difficult to do given the memory of him fucking Zach through the jungle floor. “Oh, that.”
“Yeah, we’re not doing that anymore.”
A flare of panic. “What, nailing your ass?”
“Sex points.” Zach grabbed his hips and walked him backwards across the deck until his back hit the wall. “We’re not claiming points for sex anymore, Sebastian.”
Wedged between a wall and a hard Zach, staying on topic was becoming a real problem. He curled his hands on Zach’s shoulders, his fingers twitching as a tide of sensation swept through him from Zach.
“It’s the rules, Zach. We have to put in claims for all transactions.”
A muscle ticked in Zach’s jaw. He exhaled with force. “Apart from intimate ones, those are ours. They’re between me and you. Not between you, me, and the Auditors.”
Intimate was exactly it. A tide of intimacy flowing between them. He’d swear it was the bond creating new pathways, opening them up to each other. He bent his head a little to line his mouth up with Zach’s.
Zach kissed him softly, taking such infinite care that Sebastian lost his breath.
“How much for that, Seb? Ten points, a hundred? How about this?” Zach asked, and kissed him again.
No softness this time. Zach took what he wanted with the demanding sweep of his tongue. Sebastian let him in on a throaty moan, basking in pleasure. And sighing in frustration when Zach pulled back.
“Answer me. How many points?”
He tipped his head back to rest it against the wall, all kinds of turned on by Zach’s commanding tone. “I get it, all right? Points are stupid. But can we just play the game like it’s supposed to be played? Please?”
“It’s none of their business what goes on between us, Seb.”
He recognized stubborn when he saw it. Zach wouldn’t budge on this. But neither would he, because he wasn’t about to risk getting fined for flouting the rules.
“A foot race,” he said. “I win, we forget this conversation ever happened. You win, we quit claiming sex points.”
Zach cocked his head. “You’re challenging me?”
“Yes, I am.”
Zach’s eyes flashed, his smile wolfish. “Challenge accepted.”
His own wolf stirred at the flashing eyes: tread carefully. But there was no risk involved here, was there? He could break free of Zach’s grip on his hips any time he wanted.
What he wanted were more kisses.
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