The Billionaire
Shifter’s Secret Baby
Howls Romance #4 / Billionaire Shifters #4
Diana
Seere
Release date: April
4, 2017
A masquerade ball in Malibu led to a single night
of passion under the stars… and set the wheels of fate in motion.
Three years ago, waitress Kara Jablonski gave in to
her wilder side with a fellow weretiger, the rock star billionaire Lars Jensen,
a sun-kissed blond drummer with a viking's build. Six weeks later, the
pregnancy test came back positive.
Knowing Lars' powerful, overbearing mother would be
able to take the baby away, Kara did what she had to do.
She hid him.
Now chance has brought Lars back into her life, his
touch making her pulse beat like the old legends. So strong, so loud, so bold.
So right.
But can she trust him to want more than another
night under the stars? Can she trust him to claim his son as his heir... and
Kara as his mate?
Fate responds with a roar...
The Billionaire Shifter's Secret Baby is a novella
that stars Lars Jensen, a member of a shifter family with viking blood featured
in earlier books in the series, and is part of the Howls Romance series as
well: http://howlsromance.com
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Lars Jensen ate up the
ground beneath his feet, the shiny marble of the lobby gleaming. He strode with
purpose, here for a meeting with Gavin Stanton and other shifters, convened for
a very specific reason: the preservation of the shifter world.
His mind whirling with
thoughts of finding the man who seemed hell-bent on destroying their species
and way of life, he didn’t notice the headache that began in his chest,
migrating up his neck to behind one eye, the pulsing a strangely pressured
feeling. Not quite pain.
Certainly not pleasure.
It came with a sudden
flush, one that curled his fists and tensed all his muscles at once. Thick
thighs expanded with muscle as blood roared through him, his cock turned on
like a light switch, his heart hammering in his chest.
He’d felt this way once
before.
And only once.
She’s here, he thought.
Eyes narrowing, his gaze darted around the enormous, high-ceilinged lobby, neck
turning slowly, searching, scanning, pattern matching like a—
Like a tiger on the hunt
for prey.
His nostrils widened, and
he smelled her, the intoxicating scent going straight to the root of him,
making him drunk and dizzy, vision blurring as he began to breathe heavily.
Control it, he told
himself. Pausing before the elevator door, he saw a blur of greenery out of the
corner of his eye.
Ding!
Called by technology and
disoriented, he climbed into the mouth of the metal beast with a group of
humans, all headed upstairs. As the doors closed, the abrupt withdrawal of her
scent made it easy to restrain himself, composure returning as quickly as he’d
lost it.
“Lars. Good to see you,”
said a familiar voice, the silky strands of elegant femininity filling the air
as he turned to catch the eye of Eva Nagy, the manager of the Platinum Club.
She was so much more in the shifter world, but given the abundance of humans
surrounding them, he couldn’t very well comment on that.
“And you as well, Eva,” he
said. “Always a joy. How is business?”
“Our members are pleased.
That is all that matters,” she said smoothly, her voice like warm caramel. Some
of the human men in the elevator released a mating scent.
So did some of the women.
“You’re here for work?” she
asked, making chitchat, knowing damn well why he was here.
“Mmm,” he said,
noncommittal on purpose. A young woman, barely out of adolescence, made eyes at
him, the flirting unmistakable. Under any other circumstance, he would take the
bait, though by the looks of her—leggy blonde, overpainted with makeup, tongue
rubbing against her lip suggestively—she was more like jailbait.
That was not the only
reason why he gave her a polite nod and turned away.
“I know you,” said the
blonde, triggering a running line of memory in Lars. Had he slept with her the
last time he’d been in Boston?
“Hello,” he said, stalling
for time.
“You’re Lars Jensen! From
The Fates. The drummer.” She looked at his hands. “You have some of the finest
moves in the music world.”
All eyes turned on him. The
men were scornful and dismissive.
The women released more
mating scents.
“Thank you,” he said,
trying to ease out of the conversation.
Her gaze met his, wide and
open, clearly interested in what his hands could do for her. “Are you here to
play?” Wink.
“I am here on business,” he
said coldly, anger gratefully replacing whatever feeling he’d encountered in
the lobby. He reached into his pocket and pretended to answer a text. The
blonde got the message, her face twisting into the nastiness of the rejected.
He knew her type.
He despised her type.
The pounding of his heart
slowed as each floor dinged, taking them farther away from the lobby. The
mystery woman’s scent was gone within three deep breaths.
By the time the doors to the
Platinum Club opened, he found it easy to convince himself he’d been mistaken.
The mysterious woman he’d shared a night of passion with nearly three years
ago, who had disappeared without a trace, was not here.
Pulse returning to normal,
he walked slowly—achingly slowly—to the room where Gavin and his brother,
Derry, were waiting for him.
Foolish hope had reignited
in him, whimsy he could ill afford right now.
He had smelled a ghost. The
stress of the shifter world’s problems had created mixed signals in his mind.
She was not here.
His cock, on the other
hand, refused to accept the truth.
Diana Seere was raised by
wolves in the forests outside Boston and San Francisco. The only time she
spends in packs these days is at romance writing conventions. In truth, Diana
is two New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors who
decided to write shifter romance and have more fun.
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