Title: HOUNDED (Going to the Dogs 3)
Author: Zoe Dawson
Release date: June 17, 2013
Age Group: Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Blue Moon Creative, LLC
Tour organized by: AToMR Tours
Links to the book:
Barnes and Noble –http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/zoe-dawson
Leashed (Book #1) - novella, Groomed for
Murder (Book #2), Hounded (book #3)
Leashed is currently free on Amazon and Barnes and Noble at the time of this posting.
Book Description:
I’ll get you and your little dogs, too!
Veterinarian Poe Madigan enters The Fur Ball with her Jack Russell terriers (aka The Terrible Two) to compete for a substantial cash prize that will keep her mother from losing her home. But when her fabulous partner sprains his ankle, Poe must trade him and his talented Bichon for a sexy, muscle-bound hunk who can't dance and his Basset Hound, Lazy Daisy. If that's not enough to make her despair, it seems The Terrible Two have angered someone and they're receiving death threats!
Security specialist Jared Taylor promises one of Poe's friends that he will go undercover as her dog dancing partner to protect her from danger. He didn't expect to find his staid, traditional life would be turned all topsy-turvy and he would find a soft spot for a neglected hound and fall for a Goth princess. But when he reveals who he really is and why he is in Poe’s life destroy the foundation of trust they’ve built? Could he lose the real prize - Poe?
Hounded Excerpt #3
“I’m so sorry I saw you half-naked.”
“Look on the bright side, darlin’. I could have been all nekkid.
“Oh shit! Next time lock the door! Save me from getting this…”
“Turned on?”
She whipped around. “What makes you think I was turned on?”
“Aren’t you? I’m freaking vibrating.”
It was too early in the day for this. She couldn’t handle this kind of full-out assault on her senses. Or on her mind. Or…hell, what part of her didn’t he affect? He muddled her up far too easily. Muddled was definitely not what she needed to be right now.
But when he lifted his hand, barely brushing the underside of her chin with his fingertips, and tipped her head back a bit further…she let him.
“I think about you,” he said, his voice nothing more than a rough whisper.
Her skin tingled as if the words themselves had brushed against her.
“All the effing time. You in those damn crazy shoes, delicate and unusual dresses, tight shorts, and baring-midriff tops. I spent half the night thinking about how you’d look in that unmentionable ensemble and the other half wondering what you have piercing your belly button.” He smiled softly.
“It’s a dragon.”
His smile broadened as his mouth lowered slowly toward hers. “Fuck,” he whispered. He closed his eyes and his hand trailed down her body to the skin of her waist, and she gasped at the warm tingle of his fingertips as he traced over the ring. His lips brushed across hers.
She was frozen for a second. The sensation was amazing, mind-shattering.
His arms tightened around her. Her lips parted, his tongue slipped inside, and she fell straight into heaven.
She couldn’t believe this was happening, heat washing through her, a sweet ache coming to life again between her legs. She’d never felt like this before, ever, with any man. The sheer primal force of him swamped her senses.
She opened her mouth wider, wanting more. No man could possibly taste this delicious, feel this delicious. She hardly believed that anyone this amazing would want her so physically. She was the smart one, the brainy one. He was responding to her with every breath, with every touch, opening himself to her, practically begging her to explore. There was nothing she wanted to do more than feel the hard warmth of him, the lean toughness, to sink herself into the exquisite reality of his body.
Dangerous ground, but so incredibly yummy. Groaning softly, she pressed against his mouth, drawing him deeper in to her kiss, and he slid his other hand down around the curve of her waist, pressing her into his hips, growling a little.
Her arms traveled up around his neck. His skin so soft and moist against her forearms she wanted to linger, but her hands itched to get into his thick, dark hair.
She cupped his damp nape, the movement releasing that just-showered smell. He groaned softly, his mouth moving harder on hers as her fingers slipped into his wet hair.
Soft like feathers, like down. She cradled his head in her hands, and the sensation was like she was coming apart and being put back together one molecule at the time. How could a man this tough, this hard, have any softness to him at all?
Then her hands slipped down and she palmed his chest, the hard contours, rubbing over his flat nipples.
“Poe,” he said softly, “You’re so beautiful.”
About the Author
Zoe Dawson is the alter ego of Karen Anders, award winning, multi-published author. Her writing journey started with poetry and branched out into fiction. With a couple of college English courses under her belt, she penned a historical, then moved onto contemporary romance fiction. Today, she is happy producing romantic suspense, romantic mystery, urban fantasy and paranormal novels. The words feed her soul and the happily ever afters feed her heart.
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