About Bitten
by Sean Michael
223 pages / 69000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-512-7, 1-60370-512-0
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Anton has lost almost everything he holds dear: his apartment, his life in the city, and his long-time friend and butler, Jackson, who has been kidnapped by a rival pack. The one thing he still has is his lover and mate, Greg, who is learning to be a werewolf, even as they try to put their lives back to rights.
Determined to get Jackson back, Anton finally approaches the werewolf pack that’s his to lead by right, but that he’s largely ignored. They agree to help him, but Anton has to embrace his inner wolf to work with them, and to help Greg come to terms with what he is.
Meanwhile, butler Jackson is trapped - hurting and beaten - praying for rescue that looks wholly unlikely, even as his time is running out, while Greg is convinced he’s going crazy, fearing he’s hearing voices that won’t go away.
As pack Alpha, it all falls to Anton to keep his people safe, but there are forces at work that even the strongest werewolf might not be able to overcome. Can Anton keep his friends safe and save his beloved mate from the voices that call to him? Find out in this sequel to Sean Michael’s best-seller, Bite.
Review
Kiernan Kelly, author of the In Bear Country novels, writes: Anton Lupi has spent his life denying his werewolf heritage, leaving the management of his pack to his alpha bitch, Andrea.
Now, with his life mate, Greg, to protect, his former home destroyed, and his manservant, Jackson, kidnapped, it’s time for him to step up and reclaim his place as alpha of his pack.
While Anton struggles with his own aversion to all things lupine, and Greg fights to control his new shapeshifting abilities, Jackson, Anton’s lifelong servant and friend, finds himself captured by the pack of Anton’s enemy, Lars. A double-agent, Nathan, is sent by Anton’s alpha bitch, Andrea, to infiltrate Lars’ pack, and rescue Jackson.
Things only take a turn for the worse when the Northern pack, known for their use of magic, gets involved.
Bitten picks up where Sean Michael’s riveting novel, Bite, left off, immediately planting the reader feet first into lupine politics, relationships, and some of the hottest, steamiest sex to ever scald the pages of a book. I wouldn’t recommend waiting to purchase this one – it’s a fast-paced, incredibly intense, hot read!
Sample
He couldn't decide whether to lift his chin and offer his throat or pull away. He couldn't figure out why it mattered, either. Anton's lips worried a mark on his shoulder, pressing against it and making it ache.
"This is hard -- my body is changing." He wasn't used to this, to everything being new, different. Hell, somehow he'd hoped that when they'd gotten home...
"I know. And it wasn't your choice." Anton growled, baring his teeth. "But you have me. You aren't alone in this."
"Tell me. Tell me again about what's happening. When it happened to you." He had heard the story, but it made him feel more grounded, like everything wasn't helter-skelter.
"I was cursed at birth, but the change didn’t take me until puberty. I didn't have anyone to help me through it, but I survived. I learned what it meant. I learned to use it." Anton placed biting kisses over his shoulders and neck. "You can control it except for when the full moon commands you, and then the wolf has free rein."
"I want to run with you." He lay beneath Anton and his lover stretched and pressed down into him. "I want to. I feel like I can't focus."
"We can change now. All you need to do is think about it. Remember last time? You started with your tail. You change back the same way. Follow my voice." By the time he was done talking, Anton had changed into the wolf, barking for him.
Think about it. Right. He moaned, reached for Anton, fingers sliding on the soft, heavy fur. Anton growled softly, the sound happy, and pushed into his touch.
"Beautiful." He wanted to howl with pure pleasure.
Anton barked at him, calling to him.
Greg knelt down, rubbing his face against Anton's ruff. His mate. His mate. His body rippled, moaned, things inside him stretching. Anton kept barking, the sound urging him to change, to be the wolf. Help me. He tried to speak the words, but he couldn't, his lips stretching, spreading out.
Anton rubbed against him, mouth opening, holding over his muzzle for a moment. The scent of his mate flooded him and he rippled, growling deep in his throat.
Barking, Greg leapt from the bed, running around the small room. He sat and shook his head, then headed for the door.
Out.
Out.
Out.
Anton followed, running to beat him there. The door was closed; they’d locked it early, and now Anton scratched at it, setting up barking.
He answered, howling, head thrown back.