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Finding Luna
Pride
Book 1
by
Becca Fanning
Genre:
RH Paranormal Romance
What
happens when three Lion Shifters have to share one Mate?
Maryellen
was born into a life, if given the chance, she would gladly give
away. Though she is probably one of the wealthiest people in the
country, Maryellen has never wanted her wealth. Nor her family who is
constantly trying to find ways to steal her wealth from her. After
being the sole heir to her grandfather’s fortune, everyone has been
out to get her ever since. After countless kidnapping attempts and
always being afraid to fall asleep, El is finally taking the step to
date someone and perhaps find true love.
But
when she meets Ryan on a blind date, her world changes forever. She
is plunged into the world of the paranormal as Ryan reveals his true
identity; that he is the leader of the local Pride of Lions. And more
than that is the fact that Ryan knows El is her mate. And to make
matters more complicated, Ryan is part of a Triad of brothers.
Meaning, El has three mates. As El tries to comprehend this crazy new
life she is a part of, she can’t deny how right this all feels. She
now has the protection of shifters and three men who will love her
and keep her safe.
But,
even after accepting her new life, she can’t let go of the past.
She will have to find the truth behind why she is always targeted and
come to understand that it’s not just for her money. She will have
to make tough decisions, but at least now she knows she will never be
alone again.
USA
Today Bestselling Author Becca Fanning brings you a compelling and
steamy Reverse Harem Shifter Romance!
Most
people hate first dates. The
truth was, Maryellen Forsythe-Drew, or El to her friends, hated them
too. But on this particular occasion, she had a gut feeling. And
that gut feeling was telling her that this date was going to be epic. Sure,
it wasn’t the first time the gut feeling had made an appearance,
and had, ultimately, let her down. Like the time she’d been certain
she’d be allowed more leeway with her campaigns on one of her
charities when instead the head of project development had come on to
her. Filing
for sexual harassment, and inadvertently getting the flexibility
she’d wanted as a result, wasn’t how she figured gut feelings
should work, but … “Wow,
way to blow your good mood, El,” she grumbled under her breath as
she took a seat at the swanky restaurant where she’d arranged to
meet with her blind date. He
wasn’t late. El was just insanely early. The need to get here, to
get the ball rolling as it were, had been driving her since they’d
made the damn arrangements on Thursday. The
anticipation of waiting for Saturday had practically killed her. But
she’d already had arrangements with her parents on Friday night,
and though she’d have loved to have skipped that particular session
in torture, the misery from breaking that date wasn’t worth it. Even
for a date that had more potential than any other she’d had this
year. She
blew out a breath as the server appeared. It was a woman, and praying
for female solidarity instead of sisterly bitchiness, she asked, “Do
I look flustered?” The
woman, a young blonde barely out of high school, blinked at her.
“Ma’am?” “I’m
about to have a first date,” El explained, her stomach rumbling
with more nerves. “I was just hoping I don’t look as bright pink
as I feel.” The
server, Diana from her badge, smiled at her. “No, you don’t look
pink. You look quite cute.” El
blinked. “Really?” “Yeah.”
Diana grinned. “I bat for your team, so you can trust me when I say
that.” El’s
mouth dropped open. Feeling more flustered now, her hands rose and
fell several times on her lap before they settled on digging into her
upper thighs. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to
impose.” Could
she have messed that up more royally? Diana
snorted. “Don’t be silly. I only mentioned it so you’d know
when I say cute, I mean it. I can tell, you’re very nervous
though.” “I
am,” El confessed, and it felt weird to have a confessor who was at
least ten years younger than her, but damn, she’d take anything she
could get. “I met him on that new dating site, Pride in Love. My
friends dared me to go on it and I thought it was just stupid, but
then I met Ryan, and…” She blew out a long breath. “He’s
like the whole package, you know?” Diana’s
smile was warm. “I’m glad. So why if he’s the ‘whole package’
are you nervous? You should be excited!” “Because
I’m a dork, and I don’t want to screw things up,” El admitted.
“I’m already here forty minutes early … ” Diana
blinked in surprise. “Wow! That’s definitely early. Can I get you
something to drink or eat to settle your nerves?” “I
don’t normally drink,” El confessed again. “But on this
occasion, I’ll have a white wine spritzer. Maybe that will calm me
down. I really don’t want to mess this up.” “Well,
you look beautiful, and you’re nice and friendly, El. I don’t see
why you should be any different when Ryan comes by.” Something
about Diana’s words before she bustled off had El sitting up
straighter. The server was right. She
was a nice woman. Easy to talk to, friendly and caring. On the
outside, she wasn’t bad to look at. Her friends said she was
beautiful but El knew they were just being kind—if she dropped
thirty pounds, she’d be beautiful.
As
El’s mom often said, “You have such a pretty face, darling.”
That wonderful compliment often came when El arrived at the family
home, dressed formally as her mother required, and always feeling
wanting in comparison to her stick thin sisters-in-law—a feeling
her mother encouraged. El
shrugged off the thought because if she had her parents on her mind
she’d never charm Ryan. Even
thinking about her family was enough to subdue her, and El knew that
wasn’t the woman Ryan had come to know. Within
the anonymity of the dating site, she’d allowed her natural
vivacity to flow free when they’d chatted, and she wanted Ryan to
meet that side of her. The uninhibited woman who could and would
appear when she wasn’t being cowed by her mommy and daddy. Irritation
flared, and she embraced it. Embraced the heat because it burned that
inner core of cold that she’d created over the years as a defense
mechanism. Spying
Diana coming with her drink, El took a look around the restaurant and
smiled. It was a fancy place, that was for sure. Bright
white, it should have been cold, but huge golden orbs were suspended
from the ceiling in different heights, creating a wave of sorts. The
orbs were like miniature moons. All of them in assorted sizes. They
swirled about the room, even appearing on the floor; in corners or
over on the dancefloor in the center of the restaurant, which was
bordered by the bright orbs. Tables
were sectioned off for privacy with low frosted glass partitions, but
the bright cerulean blue tablecloths were a spark of color in the
otherwise white restaurant. Even the waitstaff wore all white. She
looked at the doorway where the maître d’ stood. The woman was
tall, close to six feet, and she was the only staff member that El
could see who wore color—the same bright blue as the tablecloths.
Her white starched blouse was tucked into high waist trousers, and
the result was a tailored dream.
El
wished like hell she had the figure to pull off something so simple,
but she was way too round for that. A
pear when she needed to be a ruler. Feeling
Diana’s approach, she was about to turn when she saw
Ryan—immediately recognizing him from his pictures online. He
didn’t come from the front door, but from a back room behind the
maître d’. He stopped to talk to the woman, smiled at her as he
bent over the stand, and studied the plans she
kept on there. Just
as El was wondering whether Ryan managed the restaurant or something,
he kissed the maître d’s cheek. Bile
tried and failed to gurgle around her insides, but jealousy did. It
hadn’t been a sexual kiss, El tried to reason with herself.
Still,
seeing it hurt. The
thought had her stiffening in her seat because she didn’t own the
damn man. It
had been a kiss on the cheek, not an all-out make out session in the
doorway. Friends kissed friends, right? It could be perfectly
natural. Innocent, she thought frantically. Before
the tension from her date kissing another woman could flood her,
Diana appeared and popped her drink down in front of her. The server
must have seen where she was looking because she half-turned and saw
Ryan. El
frowned at Diana’s reaction—the other woman dropped her tray to
her side and declared, “You’re the Ryan?” El
flushed. “Excuse me?” Mortification succeeded in turning her
bright pink. What the hell was going on? Ryan
approached the table, and now he was nearer, and not kissing cheeks
with beautiful members of staff, she had to admit he was better
looking in person.
God,
talk about a total understatement. Better looking? That was like
saying he was handsome. Ryan
was … Well,
handsome wasn’t the word. He
was a god. That
was it. No
other way of describing him. Taller
than the maître d’, she knew from his profile he was six-seven.
But he wore it well. He wasn’t thin and lean, but lithe and strong.
His muscles were evident through his brutally tailored navy suit. It
clung in all the right places and displayed a soupcon of a white silk
shirt that lay flat against abs so delineated,
she could see them through the fabric. He wore no tie, but he had a
little pocket handkerchief … the lack of one and the presence of the
other equalizing the semi-formal look. His
hair was a blond any woman would have killed for. So many shades of
gold, her own hands longed to touch the silky locks. He was tanned
and bronze, and his eyes were a bright blue that seemed to scan the
situation with ease. He
had a strong Roman nose, a wide brow, lips made for kissing, and a
jaw so hulking she knew from looks alone how stubborn he was. All
in all, she felt totally underdressed and overwhelmed. Who
was this god and why had he elected to date her? She
gulped when he shot her a smile that made her melt. Just like that. Jesus. His
nostrils flared a second, but before she could freak out over whether
he could smell her arousal—who could do that? No one, she
desperately reassured herself—he turned to Diana and wrapped an arm
around her. Wow,
this guy was tactile.
USA Today Bestselling Author Becca is interested in one thing: big alpha male Shifters who know when to be tough and when to be sensitive. She didn't think there were enough of those, so she's been writing about them for the past three years! Her books are steamy with deep characters, suspense and authentic relationships.
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