Authors: A C Warneke
Siren Song
| Siren Song |
| A C Warneke |
| CreateSpace (2012) |
For eighteen years Duncan Tremain has been able to control his
wolf, only letting the beast out to play when the moon is full. This unyielding
discipline has given him the ability to conquer whatever hardship should come
his way; until Lexi Darling appears in his life. With her joie de vivre and
innate sensuality, he is enchanted from the start but the more time he spends in
her company the more he can feel his control slipping and the chains that bind
the wolf breaking. Determined to keep her safe, he desperately tries to keep his
distance, which is a challenge since he is her new boss and Lexi is
persistent.
A Siren
A virgin in a temptress's body, Lexi wants
Duncan the first moment she lays eyes on him. Just as Duncan is determined to
keep his distance, Lexi is determined to break down his defenses and waltz with
him in the moonlight. She pursues him relentlessly, accidentally using her newly
discovered Siren gifts to lure him to his downfall.
A love that has other
plans
Giving in to temptation has never been so wonderful even as both
have their reasons to make sure the relationship doesn't get too deep. But the
wolf knows what he wants and he wants the Siren.
SIREN SONG
by
A.C. Warneke
Siren Song
Copyright©2012 by Andrea Warneke
All rights reserved
ISBN: 1477407944
ISBN-13: 978-1477407943
ASIN: B0082OGOR4
To friends and family both near and far; for those still here and those that have passed on. Words cannot express how much each of you means to me.
***
To my sons who keep me humble by telling me I am like one of the seven dwarves only shorter and my daughter who tells me it is okay to be short, mainly because she'll always be shorter than me.. And 5' 3 3/4" is not that short.
I love the three of you so much!
Glancing around the bar, Lexi Darling made note of the small camera crew setting up for the reality series of some up and coming young starlet. Lexi was hoping to be out of there before the chaos began, and with just a few more things to finish up, she was well on her way. Her scalp was starting to itch like mad beneath the long, platinum blond wig she was wearing but she refused to scratch; scratching would have ruined the effect. Instead she continued to smile widely as the bartender with sandy blond hair and warm brown eyes handed her the shot of tequila then held out his hand with the salt. With a heated look, he placed the lime wedge in his mouth and set the shot of tequila in front of her, smiling his familiar, devilish smile.
With only the slightest hesitation, she licked the fleshy mound of skin between his thumb and forefinger than slammed the tequila. As soon as her mouth was empty, she leaned over the bar and sucked the lime into her mouth, getting a touch of bartender lips in the process.
The crowd cheered as she sat back on the stool and laughed, “I need a chaser.”
“
Here ya go, my love,” the bartender grinned, setting a glass of lemon-lime soda down in front of her. His pectoral muscles flexed as he did so and nearly all of the females in the bar squealed their approval. “I’ll give you a moment before I take my shot.”
“
Thanks, Dima,” she smiled, her hazel-green eyes sparkling with amusement as she drained the sparkling soda. Glancing around the most popular bar in Minneapolis, she made a mental note of the cliental
Skin
attracted: lots of twenty-somethings, flashy, upper-middle class. Her own hooker-chic outfit, which had seemed a little bit on the risqué side when she put it on earlier, blended very nicely. In fact, with a short, leather skirt; sheer black thigh-high nylons; three-inch, platform-soled, leather knee-high boots; and a black bustier pushing up her breasts and baring her slender midriff, her outfit was almost tame. She might have to work on that a bit, maybe skipping the sheer black thigh highs next time.
When she turned back, there was another shot of tequila in front of her and Dima was holding up a lime wedge. “You ready?”
She smiled sultrily, parted her lips and leaned towards him. He put the lime between her lips, then returned her smile, upping the sex-quotient tenfold. Leaning forward, he licked her throat and as she took a sharp breath, he sprinkled salt on the wet spot. Tilting her head to the side, she studied him, the glimmer in his eyes as she took the lime out for a moment and asked him, “The cameras aren’t rolling yet, are they?”
“
Nah; they’re just setting up,” he grinned, pushing the lime back between her lips. Licking the salt from her skin, he took the tequila shot and then claimed her mouth. Oh, yeah – and the lime. The flavor of tequila was overwhelming, though she could still taste the sour lime. She almost smiled from the heat of Dima’s mouth as his tongue swirled around the citrus fruit. Once more, the crowd cheered the antics of the author of their favorite monthly column in
lavish
magazine, 'The Scene.'
Lexi laughed and pushed away from his hard body. “Dima, you’re too much.”
“
You know you love me, Lexi,” he grinned, taking a drink of water from his own glass. Leaving the rest of his customers in the very capable hands of the other bartenders, he leaned across the bar and spoke softly so only she could hear, “Is there anything else I can do for you, love?”
“
I think I got everything I need,” she answered, winking at him as she reached into her small purse and turned the microphone off. “I’ll be sure to give your bar a glowing review.”
“
Make sure you emphasize how hot the bartenders are,” he grinned, flexing his biceps to highlight his point. And once again, the female patrons squealed in delight. “By the way, I like how you look as a blond; have you ever considered something more permanent than a wig?”
“
Oh, please,” she scoffed. “Do you know how expensive upkeep is on blond? I much prefer going this route.”
“
Well, I appreciate the effort,” he shrugged, taking her glass and refilling it.
“
You know, Dima, it looks like business is already amazing,” she said, glancing around at the exuberant crowd once more. The music was thumping in the background and there were plenty of people on the dance floor, as well as crowding around the tables, just hanging out. Add in the extra exposure from the reality show, and
Skin
was going to be the hottest place to be for a very long time. “You really don’t need me to mention you or your club in my column.”
“
Don’t even say that,” he rumbled. “Besides, you owe me – all of those nights I helped you cram for finals, the myriad number of pizzas I helped you eat; Cancun….”
“
Nyuh uh,” she interrupted, holding up her hand and forestalling any further grievances. “I seem to recall a fair number of mutual cramming sessions. As for the pizzas and Cancun,” her lips curved upwards in a smile at the memory. “Well….”
“
Fine,” he conceded. Crossing his arms on the counter, he leaned in and offered her his heart breaking smile that she adored, no matter how many times she was on the receiving end. Dima was a very good-looking man with his warm brown eyes and sandy blond hair and perfect swimmer’s body. But when he smiled he was almost too attractive and he knew it. He used his looks to his advantage, hiding his intelligence with his dimples and charm, preferring to be underestimated by women and rivals alike. “Then do it because I’m your best friend.”
“
Low blow, Dima,” she paused only a moment before she shook her head and smiled, standing up to leave. “It’s not like you need my little blurb – these cameras are going to give you all of the media attention you could ask for.”
“
That’s in like two hours, when her entourage finally arrives,” he said. Lowering his voice, he added, “If the cast arrives; I’m not holding my breath.”
“
They would be fools not to show up – your club is awesome; and the bartenders are sexy as hell,” she grinned. As he continued to frown, she exhaled dramatically, her eyes dancing, “You know I will include your club.”
“
Thank you,” he beamed, looking out over the crowd, obviously pleased with the turn out. He should be; he worked like the very devil to make
Skin
the place to see and be seen.
“
I’ve got to get going so I can catch a cab.”
“
Stay and we’ll go home together when I get off,” he offered, mixing drinks as their chatter turned to more mundane topics.
“
I need to get home sometime this evening so I can start on my article; with the show being shot, it’s going to be forever before you can get out and give me a ride,” she smiled at her friend, while gathering up her stuff. “And if you plan on bringing someone home, please keep it down; I want to get up early tomorrow and maybe head in to the office for a few hours before meeting the family at the club in the afternoon.”
“
It’s Saturday tomorrow; why would you want to waste any of it at the office?” Dima asked with a disgruntled expression, letting her know exactly how he felt about her going into work on a Saturday.