Her eyelids fluttered, flew open, her gaze bemused and dazed. With a noticeable effort she focused on him, and her body stiffened. Her eyes narrowed, flashing searing emerald-green fire. “Get. Your. Hands. Off. Me.”
He sat up, still idly stroking her clit as he watched and analyzed the expressions flitting across her features.
He read her intentions in the tensing of her muscles. He allowed her to launch herself at him, delighting in her sass even though his hands were abruptly full of spitting, clawing, altogether far-too-desirable female. He caught her hands before she could blood him with her sharp nails, hauled her to her feet and backed her against the trunk of the nearest tree.
She loosed a shriek worthy of a Banshee and tried to knee him in the balls.
Unsuccessfully, of course. She was a rank amateur when it came to combat and telegraphed her every move. Before she could even squeak, he had her right where he wanted her, arms stretched above her head with her wrists shackled by his hand, thighs spread wide to accommodate his big body. “Mmmmm. Feisty. I do like my females lively. They taste so much better that way.” He pressed his groin to the juncture of her thighs.
“Go on,” he purred, leaning in to sniff her neck and lick the delicate skin beneath her ear.
“Fight me some more.”
Her eyes widened as the truth of her situation smacked her. Her body was pinned by his, her feet dangling off the ground. He’d imprisoned her hands with one of his, but the other cupped her ass. If she so much as twitched her hips, he would be inside her.
She struggled to control her breathing, shivering as his lips moved lower to trace her collarbones before dipping to her breasts…
Her scent flared, intensifying as he licked her nipple.
His own scent poured from him in waves, mingling with hers, goosing their naked skin with the fierce command to slake their desires.
And he knew she desired him. He smelled it, tasted it beading on her skin. He heard it in the abrupt hitch of her panting breaths as he drew her nipple fully into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue, teasing it until it swelled and engorged like a ripe cherry. He noted it in the sweetly pink blush of arousal painting her pale skin as he turned his attention to her other breast. He felt it in the heat of her cleft, in the creamy wetness of her feminine flesh against his skin. He grinned, knowing he was Prime, knowing no female in her right mind could resist him.
He left off suckling to gaze at her, expecting to see her features glazed with desire and lust.
She huffed a breath through her nostrils. “Hurry up then. Fuck me already! I’ve got important things to be getting on with.”
He blinked at this unlikely response. “Like what?”
“Like figuring out how I got here and where the hell I am.”
Somehow, Brennan reversed the blood flow from his cock and re-circulated it round his brain cells. “You don’t know where you are or how you got here?”
She impaled him with a glare his mother would be proud to call her own. “Duh. Isn’t that what I just said? Add to that, I haven’t a clue where my clothes are or why you think you have the right to pounce on me. Where I come from we…” She caught her lower lip in her teeth. “Where I come from—oh, hell! I can’t seem to remember where I come from.” She laughed, but it was a forced, uneasy sound. “Wherever, we don’t pounce on each other without an invitation. Okay?” She tried a fierce frown on for size and thrust out her lower lip, reminding him so much of a young cub trying to make like a big bad cat that he had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.
“Okay.” Yeah. Riiight. Didn’t matter where she came from. So long as there were horny males and sexy little feminine packages like her, there would be pouncing going on. It was the nature of the male beast. “And just so you know, you’re in the Lycan Realm.”
She barely reacted at all, like mention of the Lycan Realm didn’t mean anything to her. He would pretty much bet his tail she hadn’t a clue what Lycans were either. Lucky she hadn’t come to when he’d tasted her in Beast-form, or she would have freaked!
“So what’s with the whole running round naked thing?” she asked. “You guys get off on flaunting your bits, huh?”
“Yep. See anything you like in particular? I’m more than happy to let you get up close and personal.”
A crimson flush bloomed on her neck, creeping up to paint her cheekbones. But given the mixed signals she gave off, whether the blush was embarrassment or lust was hard to tell.
“What’s your name?” he asked, genuinely intrigued.
“It’s—” Her brows kit in a perplexed frown. “I can’t seem to remember that rather pertinent fact, either. Guess I must have knocked myself silly or something.”
Oh yeah? Like that explained anything. “My name’s Brennan,” he said.
“Oh. Thanks… I guess.” She ducked her head, but not before he’d seen that lickable lower lip wobble and detected the tiny sniff of a female obviously trying not to cry.
And just like that, all Brennan’s protective male instincts grabbed him by the balls and started yammering in his ear.
Shit. With a heartfelt sigh, he eased away from her so that he could set her on her feet. He was Prime. No way could he fuck a female in trouble—a vulnerable female who couldn’t even remember her own name. His painfully hard cock-stand was gonna have to take a temporary vacation until he got this sorted. “Don’t cry, Kitten. We’ll figure out who you are and where you came from, and then I’ll get you back where you belong. I promise.”
Her chin lifted. Her green eyes, luminous with tears, peered up at him through the curtain of her hair. “You’re not going to fuck me?”
He grinned. “I wouldn’t say that. I’m just not going to fuck you right now.”
Description: A leonine Lycan, finds a naked, unconscious female. He analyzes her scent and discovers she’s not Lycan but a clever fake. She’s quite luscious, so he’ll enjoy her regardless. Felinoid Demon, Naamah, is bait for a trap. Her King has altered her genetic makeup, stripped her powers and her memory. She believes she’s human and isn’t aware non-humans exist. The man who licks her awake is damnably sexy… but sex isn’t exactly a priority when she can’t remember her own name! When Brennan realizes the female has amnesia, his protective instincts grab him by the balls. He nick-names her Kitten and suggests finding a safe haven before nightfall. Kitten’s so exhausted she finally lets Brennan carry her. When she drifts off, he shifts to his Were-Lion form. He’s carrying Kitten into his lair when she stirs, and before he completes his shift, she opens her eyes. She freaks but eventually convinces herself she had a nightmare. Mention of Demon King, Asmodeus, leaves Kitten paralytic with fear. Brennan’s touch banishes her private hell and replaces fear with lust. Now she’s safe, she’ll indulge in her desires. Kitten’s irresistible. During sex, Brennan nips her neck and shockingly, the love-bite becomes a mating mark. Kitten isn’t Lycan, and hadn’t agreed to a mating. Brennan needs to consider the ramifications without distractions. He takes off, leaving Kitten locked inside. Kitten eventually escapes and wanders off, unaware she’s being stalked by hyena-like monsters. Their alpha female, Cass, plans a gang-bang then a tasty Kitten-style snack. Kitten’s rescued by Brennan’s grandmother, who’s gotta be one scary-ass woman to browbeat those fucked-up things! There could be more beasties lurking, so Kitten agrees to be taken to the Lycan court. Brennan’s mother, the Queen, is hosting a toad-Demon Councilor. Brennan’s obliged to attend, but can’t concentrate on politics when he’s obsessing over Kitten.
The Queen had already selected a suitable mate for her son. When her mother turns up with Kitten, the Queen’s livid and plans Kitten’s demise. Brennan’s touch causes Kitten’s mark to blaze and she faints. He needs advice on how to help her, but first he must confirm what she is. He has his suspicions and hopes the toad-Demon will corroborate them. The Councilor identifies Kitten as Naamah, a Felinoid Demon. And because Asmodeus is secretly messing with him, he then assaults her. Brennan rips the toad-Demon apart, unwittingly reacting exactly as Asmodeus hoped. The Demon’s blood is corrosive. Brennan’s Were-Lion hide resists its effects as he wipes the stuff from Naamah’s skin with his paws. Naamah’s torn from unconsciousness by burning pain and thinks a monster is about to devour her. Hang on, the monster is Brennan? She doesn’t know if she will ever accept his Were. Or that she’s supposedly a demonic seductress! Brennan and Naamah are darted with tranquilizers.
The Queen’s arranged for the Hyenas to take Naamah but they take Brennan, too. By screwing with Naamah, Asmodeus flouted a shit-fuck-ton of rules, provoking an omnipotent Sentinel to intervene by restoring Naamah’s memories and demonic abilities. Naamah comes to in a cave. Brennan’s barely conscious, and shackled with be-spelled silver cuffs to prevent him shifting. She hears Cass approaching. She’s sick with fear because she now remembers her litter-mates being devoured by a Were. Her only weapon is seduction so she assumes her Felinoid form. She whips Cass into an orgasmic frenzy. While the Were-Hyena is at her most vulnerable, Naamah shreds her heart. She frees Brennan—will he despise her now she’s revealed her true self? Brennan shifts to Were and embraces her. Naamah realizes there’s nothing to fear. His Were-Lion is a part of him, just like his Beast, and he loves her despite what she is. Her mark morphs to a lion’s paw-print, proof she’s confronted her demons and accepted Brennan. And when Brennan learns she’s pregnant, he puts his long leonine tongue to very good use indeed.
To My Readers: While writing Even Demons Get The Blues, the first novella in my Demons series, it wasn’t easy convincing a certain stroppy Felinoid Demon to back off and let the actual hero and heroine take center stage. I knew that I would eventually have to give her her own story. And I knew that she needed a very special hero, too—a man who wasn’t going to take any bullshit from her, a man who would ultimately teach her that what she thinks is love, is merely a pale imitation of the real thing. She takes a heckuva lot of convincing, though, and I hope that you will enjoy her struggle as she finds her happy ever after with her shape-shifting Lion prince. Kitty vs Lion…. Watch the fur fly in Let Sleeping Demons Lie!
Let Sleeping Demons Lie by Maree Anderson Publisher: Red Sage Publishing Genre: Action/Adventure, Contemporary, Paranormal, Sci-Fi/Fantasy Length: Short Story (123 pgs) Other: M/F, F/F, Multiple Partners, Anal Play, Fetish, Toys, Fisting, Spanking Rating: 4 cherries Reviewed by Wisteria
A leonine Lycan, finds a naked, unconscious female. He analyzes her scent and discovers she’s not Lycan but a clever fake. She’s quite luscious, so he’ll enjoy her regardless. Felinoid Demon, Naamah, is bait for a trap. Her King has altered her genetic makeup, stripped her powers and her memory. She believes she’s human and isn’t aware non-humans exist. The man who licks her awake is damnably sexy… but sex isn’t exactly a priority when she can’t remember her own name! When Brennan realizes the female has amnesia, his protective instincts grab him by the balls. He nick-names her Kitten and suggests finding a safe haven before nightfall. Kitten’s so exhausted she finally lets Brennan carry her. When she drifts off, he shifts to his Were-Lion form. He’s carrying Kitten into his lair when she stirs, and before he completes his shift, she opens her eyes. She freaks but eventually convinces herself she had a nightmare.
Lycans, and Demons, and Lions… OH MY! Draped in fiction, magic, and intrigue--
Let Sleeping Demons Lie
is a seductively designed package, just waiting to be ripped apart for your pleasure.
A scheming Demon King has decided to kill the proverbial “two birds with one stone” when he sends his toady demon, Belphagor and a Beguiler, Naamah, into the Lycan world to stop the co-mingling of the two species. Or, so he says. Unbeknownst to Belphagor, he’s being sent on a suicide mission, and Naamah — terrified of were-forms — is cast down, helpless and stripped of her memories and her powers.
This story jumps right in with a devilishly sinful, captivating prologue that will have you saying ‘just one more page’ through the whole story. Admittedly, I intended on only reading the first few pages to get a feel for the book, but found myself moving onto the next chapter and the next, until my son is telling me he is tired and wants to go to bed… and he hasn’t had dinner yet! (eek!)
The Prime of the Lycans, Brennan, is lustfully sinful, with a primal, carnal desire that makes you find ways to relate to him. His sex appeal jumps off the page and makes you want more of his animal instinct and possessive nature. The scenes of lust and love between Brennan and Naamah, his "Kitten", vary between species - humanoid, felinoid, and lion alike - but it’s always well-written and well-scripted. The enemies in this novel are well-written and take on a whole life of their own. The creepy main she/he Hyena, Cass, jumps off the page and I’m sure I’ll have nightmares of that sinister beast tonight.
The best part about this story is that there IS a story. One laced with equal parts of need, desire, lust, passion and real conflict between the characters. There is an underlying age-old undertone of the characters “wants” versus their “destiny” at play. You want Brennan and “Kitten” to be together, but the obligations and risks are high if both give into their desires. Even though the story is short, it is enjoyable nonetheless, and in this case — size really doesn’t matter. I give this book four cherries and I’d highly recommend it to anyone that loves paranormal romances with some torridly good, beastly interludes mixed in.
Brennan’s animal nature takes over when he smells a lioness in heat. In the Lycan Realm, the first male to reach her has the right to claim her. He intends to be that male. What he finds isn’t what he expects. It’s not the fact she’s in human form; he has no problem pleasing her in whatever manner she prefers. No, it’s something deeper, something he can’t quite pinpoint.
When the woman wakes up, he’s even more convinced something isn’t right. She has no knowledge of whom she is, where she is, or what fate awaited her had a lion less in control of himself found her. The pair embarks on a journey full of passion, pain, and discovery that leads to a traitor in their midst and a disturbing secret that may tear them apart.
Anytime I find myself waffling on a book rating, I pretend I’m watching Russell Crowe, wearing the latest in Gladiator fashion, brandishing a weapon as he screams, “Are you not entertained?” What happens next stays between me and Russ, but the intended outcome is simple: if the story entertained me, I give it a higher rating, copy-editing errors be damned.
My initial hesitation in bestowing 4 tombstones (rather than the original 3.5 tombstones) lied in the slightly disturbing character known as Cass. She added the right amount of evilness to the story, but her depravity almost went too far. I could have gone without the last scene she was in. It didn’t seem it was necessary—she could have been defeated in a less disturbing manner. The scene didn’t ruin the story for me, just left a nasty taste in my mouth. Then again, that was likely the intention.
Overall, I was thoroughly entertained by Let Sleeping Demons Lie by Maree Anderson. Her writing style is informal and hilarious, including much Valley Girl verbiage. Hearing a lion shapeshifter talk of his utter awesomeness is, well, awesome. I love it. Naamah and Brennan fit together, physically and mentally. Their interactions are sweet, if not bizarre, and I instantly liked them.
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Let Sleeping Demons Lie
Reviewer Score: (4.5 out of 5)
Genre(s): Paranormal Romance
Brennan, a prime lion, finds a sleeping naked woman under a tree. He tries to wake her up and he finally does get her to wake-up. She has lost her memory so he calls her Kitten. Brennan takes Kitten back to his den and since they are both attractive to each other, they make love. What happens next in the story will either have you laughing or crying throughout the work.
Let Sleeping Demons Lie is a very passionate and very entertaining tale. It is also only 135 pages long so you wish the story would go on and on but it does not. The author gives you a well-resolved ending for being the second book in a series.
LET SLEEPING DEMONS LIE
LET SLEEPING DEMONS LIE is the second offering from Maree Anderson’s Demon series. It is a stand-alone title and was fun to read. Brennanis the Prime Lion in the Lycan Realm. That means in a land of strong shapshifters, he is the top of the food chain. What he wants, he
takes. So when he sees a naked shifter female smelling as if she is in heat, he wants her. Staking his claim, he takes his kitten back tohis lair to keep her.
Kitten, wakes up to find this gorgeous male making love to her. While that might get some women horny, she jumps back and tries to figureout what is going on. Unfortunately, her memory is gone (has been forcefully taken) and she’s been left in unknown territory. She’s
attracted to Brennan, but feels like she can take care of herself. No one is going to tell her what to do. These two find themselves atopposite sides and doing a lot of fighting, but you know what they say, love and hate are the opposite sides of the same coin.
Ms. Anderson writes a story with witty dialogue, where all the protagonists seem to always have a sassy comeback for whateverhappens. This is obviously a world which has been previously set up, but is well detailed in this story. I just want to give a brief headsup that these are shifters/were creatures and sex comes in all kinds of forms – literally and figuratively. So if you are at allsqueamish in the sex scenes you like to read, this offering might not be for you.