"4 Angels!...An extremely HOT, erotic short story! The passion is intense and the sex sizzling. The emotional connection between Treynor and Rainna is powerful. Adrianna Dane weaves a tale of suspense, intrigue and sexual chemistry that will leave you breathless. It is a story that contains dynamic alpha men and a woman that knows how to handle them. If you like it intense and hot, Vampyre Falls: Animal Heat is the book for you."--Kara T., Fallen Angel Reviews
"5 Hearts!...Adrianna Dane has written a scorcher that will curl the toes and have the reader running for a cold shower. Add to that, a really good plot that is unique and different, characters to care for and a menagé a trois, a bit of voyeurism and a tad of exhibitionism thrown in for good measure and we have a story that any lover of shapeshifter romance will enjoy to the fullest. Ms. Dane knows how to turn the tension up higher and higher in each chapter. She knows how to keep the story believable and real. She also knows how to give the reader a feast for the senses. This reviewer loved the characters and loved the plot. This reviewer will be looking forward to reading more stories from this talented author."--Valerie, Love Romances And More
"4 1/2 Lips!...A highly erotic story that had me fanning myself throughout the entire book. Rainna is a strong heroine who learns a few things about herself and does what she has to do for the man she loves. I hope Adrianna Dane turns this story into a series..."--Julianne, TwoLips Reviews
...Gazing out the window, regretfully she encountered the first wisps of dawn through the window. He would leave soon and whenever he left it was like ripping out a part of herself. It was an odd feeling she didn’t quite understand.
His departure shouldn’t affect her so acutely. She hadn’t known him long enough to feel a deeper emotion beyond liking and enjoyment of his company.
Of his body.
She slid up and down, coating his rigid shaft with her juices. He reached up and cupped her heavy breasts, kneading them rhythmically as she rode him like a belly dancer swirling her lush hips to seductive music.
Almost from the moment he’d entered her cabin last night, he’d barely closed the door before they’d been down on the floor, tearing at each other’s clothing as though they were about to be separated forever and time was running out. The intensity of her response to him was like being swept up in a tornado with little ability to control her actions. He’d pushed into her hard, fucked her deep. It was fierce and ravenous, as though they hadn’t seen each other for months, rather than hours. There was little sense of reality or their surroundings, it was all about the sensations, the tangle of bodies melded in the driving heat of lust with no relief in sight even as she orgasmed time and time again.
Sleep was hardly a glimmer in her mind. It rarely was when they were together. Some primal urgency seemed to overtake them as they imbibed deeply with lusty thirst. Their combined scents filled the air in the cabin. Sex and sweat, earthy and hot.
She loved the scent of him—it filled her with the desire to mate—regularly and often. It was hot and male and clean, yet primal. It obliterated every other thought in her head, as though she was drenched in primitive heat and nothing mattered beyond fucking him.
He reached up and wound his hand in her long, brown hair. Drawing her down, he fastened his lips over hers. Her fingers curled, digging into his chest, as he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. The purr of satisfaction that coiled in her throat, erupted into muffled sound, swallowed by his kiss. He lifted her away.
“I have to go, Rainna. It’s almost light.”
That sense of panic she always experienced at those words, threaded through her and she felt her pussy grip his cock tighter as though trying to imprison him there. It wasn’t a need to orgasm, it was simply a need to keep him with her, locked inside her. Forever.
He shuddered beneath her and then groaned. “Dammit, woman. If I could cart you off into the woods and fuck you forever, it wouldn’t be enough.”
Surprisingly, his words alone sent her over the edge one more time. They mirrored the thoughts spiraling through her head. She bucked and ground her hips, driving him deeper. He thrust upward and spurted his hot semen inside her.
How had she become so addicted to him so quickly?
Once the tremors had lessened, she rose up and fell to the side of the bed, gasping for air. He twisted around, leaned down, and kissed her. He was preparing to leave. It was that kind of kiss.
She lifted her arms to curl them around his neck.
“Why, Trey? Why can’t you stay?” She didn’t want to beg. She didn’t want to whine. It wasn’t like her to play the simpering little woman.
She’d always been a bit of a player, a flirt. Never engaging her emotions too deeply.
She loved sex. Loved the adventure of fucking and foreplay. But she’d never fallen in love, never felt quite this same sort of intimacy. The thought that it might be happening now, when she could least afford it, scared her to death.
The springs on the bed creaked as Trey left it to dress. Rainna sat up, pulling the white sheet up to cover herself. Suddenly, she was cold. Without his fierce, burning body pressed against her, it was like an ice-cold downdraft from the mountain flayed across her. Her pussy was still sopping wet, feeling abandoned and empty...