GABRIELLE EVANS

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A small-town girl from southern Oklahoma—we are talking one red light that may or may not work depending on the day of the week—Siren-exclusive author Gabrielle Evans believes in taking chances and pushing boundaries.

Gabrielle’s best-selling series are driven by her belief that everyone has a happy ending waiting to happen, even if it’s found in a seemingly unconventional way. When she’s not busy writing her next anxiously awaited book, she’s living her own happily ever after, married to her high school sweetheart. For now, she parks her car in central Indiana, but who knows what tomorrow will bring.

HAVEN 8: FOUR-LETTER WORDS

Coming May 16^th from Siren-BookStrand

Zasha Gershwin lives a rigidly controlled life. He doesn’t see anything wrong with being prepare

 d and organized, and he certainly doesn’t have time for such frivolous things as

love. He cares for Thane, and he’s certainly attracted to the witch, but that’s just how the mating bond works.

While his mate may not remember their previous life together, Thane Braddock has no trouble recalling every moment, right up to their tragic end. Now, he has a second chance to make everything right. Unfortunately, he’s making all new mistakes this time around.

Evil lurks to the west, spreading its shadow across the desert, and the races hover on the verge of war. When the Braddocks are called to answer the rising threat, Thane and Zasha’s turbulent relationship will be pushed to its breaking point. Can they rekindle the old flame before it’s too late? Or is history destined to repeat itself?

My Darling Raven

“Raven looked between Galen and Bannon before rolling his eyes. “I don’t know what you did to him, but he’s a mouthy little thing now. You’ll want to nip that in the bud before it gets out of hand.”

“Excuse me?” Galen’s mouth dropped open, and his eyebrows arched in disbelief. Surely he’d heard that wrong. Not even Raven was dumb enough to say something like that out loud.

“See, the thing with mates is this.” Raven completely ignored his indignation as he began pacing the room and waving his hands around idiotically. To be fair, everything the man said or did at that point, Galen found it stupid as hell. “You have to let them know who’s in charge. If you don’t establish yourself as the alpha early on, then they’ll just walk all over you.”

Galen glanced up to see what Bannon thought of the sewage spewing from Raven’s mouth. While he didn’t think Bannon agreed with all that bullshit, he was a little surprised to find the man had turned a brilliant shade of red, and he was biting his lip so hard to keep from laughing, Galen was afraid it would start bleeding at any moment.

Personally, he didn’t see a damn thing funny about the situation.

“You give them an inch, and they’ll take over the world,” Raven continued. “So, you have to assert yourself. Feisty is all well and good when you’ve got your cock inside something warm, but not where other people can actually see it. They’ll think you can’t handle your mate, and that looks bad on you, see?”

“That’s it.” Before Bannon could stop him, Galen jumped to his feet, bent his knees, and launched himself off the bed to land on Raven’s back.” –Haven 4: Back Roads

Talk to any Haven fan, and Raven’s name is sure to come up. Readers love him. The one question I am asked more than any other is when I will write his story. But why do readers love him so much?

Raven is arrogant. He can be a bit selfish. He sometimes sticks his foot in his mouth, and you can always count on him to be inappropriate. His sarcasm often runs away with him, and what he means to be humorous, only comes off as insensitive.

“Jory closed his eyes and sighed. “Will you please make up your mind? Either you want to be with him or you don’t. You can’t have it both ways, honey.”

“I want to be with him. I just don’t want him to know what I am.”

“And what are you?”

Kendall whirled around and glared at Raven as he entered his room. “Don’t you knock?”

Raven just shrugged and bit into the apple he was holding. “Door was open. Raina is looking for Jory. I figured he was here.” He shifted his attention to Jory. “She wants to know if you can babysit the ankle biters during the full moon.”

Jory clapped his hands together and squealed as he hurried out of the room.

“So, are you going to Spain as well?”

“Who’s going to Spain?”

Kendall tilted his head to the side and frowned. “I thought Stavion was going to Barcelona to talk some vamp into joining The Council.”

“Well, yeah, but he left a couple of hours ago.”

Kendall’s stomach lurched painfully. Raven probably didn’t know Cassius was Kendall’s mate. He couldn’t realize how much pain his words caused. “So, he didn’t take any guards with him?”

Raven took another bite of his apple and chewed slowly as he shook his head. “Hey, have you seen Cassius? I need to talk to him before he leaves to meet with Kieran and I start patrol duty.”

“The werewolf?” Cassius had already replaced him?

“Yep, that one. Anyway, I gotta find him before he takes off.” Raven turned and strolled toward the still-open door. “Later, Kendall.” – Haven 2: Faith, Trust, and Stardust

So, why do we like him? Why do we root for him and long to see him find his happy ending?

Simply, it’s because he doesn’t mean to be a prick. There’s a soft center people rarely get to see, and while Raven often talks out of his ass, he is never intentionally hurtful. There is a certain devil-may-care attitude that draws us in and leaves us hungry for more. Raven says the things we wish we could say. He doesn’t worry about what people think or how they perceive him. If he has something to say, he’s going to say it.

There is a certain appeal to living life on your own terms and not caring what other’s think about you. But then, we get these tiny glimpses into his core that tell us maybe he really does care.

“To his relief, and a little surprise, the door opened almost immediately, and Raven stepped out into the hallway. He looked like he hadn’t slept all day, and Stavion wondered what burdened the Enforcer’s mind.

     “You okay, man?”

Raven nodded curtly. “Yeah. I’m good. I hope to hell you have a plan, because I don’t know what to do about this.”

The largest of the Enforcers, a smart-ass, and just as often a troublemaker, Raven secretly held a tender heart. Stavion knew it had to be bleeding after finding those men beneath the cabin. Part of him regretted that it was Raven to find them. The rest of him was just glad that he could count on the man. No one was better suited for the task at hand.” – Haven 1: Caution: Contents Under Pressure

So, which is it? Is he a smart-ass dick? Or is Stavion right? Does Raven have a heart of gold and a desire to save the world?

Only time will tell…

I’m just coming in from RT, so I will keep this brief. I just had to share my good news with you. Dragon’s Eye will be finally getting a sequel! Right now it has a working title of Dragon’s Heart and I’m not certain when it will be coming out. I do know it will be with Total-E-Bound. Here is the very, very, very unedited blurb:

Lester has always been only half good enough, half a sorcerer, half a dragon, but all a bastard, he was shunned and unwanted as a child. So, the first thing he does when he can is move away to the human world and never looks back. But the supernatural world is coming back for him. The war between the Dragons and the sorcerers is at its climax and both sides want Lester on their side.
Dragon shifter Mick, grew up watching his best friend Lester being abused and shunned, now that he’s back Mick is more determined than ever to protect him than ever before. As the two find themselves falling in love will they be able to overcome all their obstacles, or will war win over love?

From steamy to sweet—an anthology that tells sequential stories of three fox shifter brothers who work together to heal the Leash that has been under the hands of a ruthless Alpha.

When Leash Alpha Joe Fields turns feral everyone in the clan suffers, but none more so than his son Landon and LeashOmega Scotty Stephens. After months of abuse in private, Landon escapes and Joe finally snaps, making Scotty an example in public. When Joe crosses the line from cruel to psychotic, Leash Beta Alexander Axe Ashe knows he has to do something. In a desperate attempt to keep Axe from unforgivable violence, his brother Ben steps in and challenges Joe, ultimately becoming the Leash’s reluctant new Alpha. It will take the love of unexpected Omega foster to heal the new Alpha and the Leash, and the love of Axe and the youngest Ashe brother Chase to heal Joe’s two most broken victims.

Excerpt:

Benjamin stopped and tucked his fingers under Foster’s chin, trying to ignore how good it felt to be touching the other fox. “You have sanctuary here. So, long as I breathe, nobody will harm you. You have my word as an Alpha on that.”

“Really?” For the first time, there was a glimmer of hope in those green eyes.

“I swear it.”

Before he was even aware that he was doing it, Benjamin leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Foster’s forehead. “I swear it to you. Now, go shower. I’ll fix you something to eat. You must be starved.”

“Why are you being so kind to me?”

Because I have a feeling that you belong to me. I don’t know how, but I’m drawn to you like no other.

“Because it’s the right thing to do,” Benjamin replied simply.

He then left the room before he said or did something that would send him scampering for the hills. After all Foster had been through, the last thing he needed was the Alpha he turned to for protection making the moves on him. And if Benjamin spent any more time with Foster within five feet of an available bed, that was exactly what would happen.

Since Benjamin wasn’t exactly the Paula Dean in the family, he opened up a couple of cans of soup, poured them in a pot, and began to warm them up. They were just reaching the right temperature when Foster came downstairs.

Even though Chase wasn’t exactly a giant, his clothes still hung on Foster, making the fox look even smaller than he really was. Foster’s hair was slicked back, but Chase could still detect hints of red in the harsh lights of the kitchen. The cut in his cheek had been cleaned. Had he been human, he would have needed stiches, but as a shifter, it would heal okay on its own without leaving a scar.

“It smells good,” Foster said.

“Yes, it does,” Benjamin agreed.

Only he wasn’t talking about the soup. He was speaking of Foster. The fox smelled of pine needles and earth, like the deep forest right after a refreshing rain. It made Benjamin want to go over and rub his body against the other man until he was drenched in the scent. Just as he wanted to cover Foster in his scent, that way any fox who came near would know that Foster was his and to back the fuck away.

Clearing his throat, Benjamin motioned to a chair. “Sit down, and I’ll bring you over some food.”

“Isn’t it the Gamma’s duty to serve the Alpha?” Foster asked.

Benjamin sighed, as he’d put it off long enough. It was time to finally tell Foster the truth. Setting the bowl in front of Foster, Benjamin sat across from him. “There is something you need to know, and you may not like it.”

“What? Does Alpha Glass know where I am?” A look of panic came over Foster’s face.

“No, it’s nothing like that. It has to do with you being a Gamma.”

“I know I’m not that good, but I’m sure you can find some use for me.”

“Foster, you’re not a Gamma.”

“Of course I am.”

“You’re an Omega.”

There was a long silence while Foster just blinked at him a few times. Finally, Foster grinned and gave him a dismissive wave of his hand. “No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. Alphas know these things. As soon as I saw you, I sensed it.”

“Then why didn’t Alpha Glass know?”

“Because he’s an idiot.”

“Well, you’ll get no argument there. But you’re still wrong about me being an Omega. I would have known by now.”

“You’re wrong, Foster. You’re an Omega. And that’s not all. You’re my Omega.”

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Sometimes it just takes one fresh spark to rekindle old desires

After being a paramedic for over ten years, Grif is burned out. He has seen all the worst society has to offer and then some. He’s tired and ready to hang up his uniform for good. The thrill of the job has long left him, and his life is going nowhere fast.

Then along comes his new partner, a green-behind-the-ears kid name Kevin. Not only does Kevin have zero in the way of experience, but he’s a brat to boot. A brat who actually is excited about his job. So why is it that Grif finds the kid so damn attractive?

Will Kevin be able to bring back the spark of excitement in Grif’s life? Or is Grif too far gone to be saved?

Blurb:

Grif let out a sigh. “And with that, I’m going to the bathroom.”

Kevin scooted out so Grif could get up then counted to thirty before he said, “You know, I think I need to go, too.”

He then went back to the bathroom, taking his time so Grif could take care of his business before Kevin got there. Kevin’s timing was perfect because when he walked in, Grif was washing his hands. They were the only ones in there. Peeeerrrrrrrrrrrrfect.

Grif let out a sigh. “What do you want?”

“Maybe I just need to go to the bathroom.”

“I can tell by the look on your face that it’s not that.”

“Okay, so maybe I just wanted to talk.”

“You could have easily done that back at the table.”

Kevin took several steps closer until he was standing directly in front of Grif. “Why do you keep trying to push me away?”

“I told you, you’re too young for me.”

Kevin stood on tiptoe and brushed their lips together. “Hmmm…that felt just right to me.”

Letting out a muttered curse, Grif grabbed Kevin by the wrist and dragged him from the bathroom. Kevin expected him to take him back to the table, so when he pulled him outside, he was a bit perplexed.

That still didn’t stop him from cracking, “Lookie, we’re holding hands.”

“Do me a favor and shut up for once,” Grif growled.

So Kevin clamped his trap shut and just followed along. Grif led him to an SUV and all but threw him into the backseat. Kevin liked how things were going until Grif followed him in, slammed the door then got right into his face.

Pointing a finger right at Kevin’s chest, Grif said, “I don’t know how many times I have to spell this out to you, but nothing is going to happen between me and you. So you can just give it up now.”

Since Kevin didn’t know how to reply to that, he threw all caution to the wind, clamped both hands on either side of Grif’s face, and gave him a hard kiss. At first, Grif tensed. Then he let out a curse and took control.

“Damn us both to hell,” Grif said as he lowered Kevin back on the seat.

He slanted his lips over Kevin’s and deepened the kiss, his tongue plundering Kevin’s mouth. Kevin let out a whimper of delight as desire shot through his body, going straight to his ****.

Kevin shifted his hands so they were on Grif’s shoulders, his fingers digging into Grif’s dark t-shirt. Grif settled so the weight of his hard body pressed against Kevin, trapping Kevin, and damned if Kevin didn’t love it.

Grif grabbed Kevin by the hair so he tilted his head in the direction Grif preferred, and Kevin obeyed the silent command, more than happy to let him take the lead. Grif could have asked him to do summersaults and he would have, just so long as he kept kissing him.

Kevin’s aching **** demanded some attention, so he began to grind it against Grif. At first just a little bit, but more as the kissing became more frenzied. Then just as things were starting to get good and Kevin was about to cream his pants, Grif abruptly pulled away.

“We can’t do this. Not here. Not now. Not ever,” he said.