Archive | December 3, 2014

On the Road WIth SCP- Raleigh Point Rescue- VIctoria Sue

Lisa was wicked.Wicked and damaged. She’s spent half her twenty
years locked away in a psychiatric facility because her uncontrollable alpha
rages are inexplicable in a human world. Orphaned when she was a baby, she doesn’t
even know what she is. All she knows is what they’ve always told her. Wicked.
At twenty-six years Mac helps his family run Raleigh Point, a group foster home for abused or
abandoned shifter babies and children. Beyond taking on an occasional tracking
job for the FBI, he never has worried about much. He likes to play hard,
usually with an attractive woman.

Never too much responsibility. Life is good.

Taking the phone call alert, Mac breezes in to
rescue her. In that grimy god-forsaken excuse for a hospital, Mac realizes life
has to change. He discovers Lisa is not only drugged and damaged, she’s his

The battle continues when a crazed rogue alpha
decides to make Lisa his queen.

Excerpt 1
Mac hunkered down in front of the shaking, curled-up form in
the corner. Humanity?
Some people didn’t know the meaning of the word.
Mac hesitated as he took her in. He couldn’t smell her as
the stench of the place was
masking it, and he wished again he had his mom or Cassie
with him. He also acknowledged that
Brett had it right. They were drugging her to move her, and
he’d only just got here in time.
His eyes fastened on the trembling figure in front of him.
Short gasps tore out of her throat.
Head hunched down, arms tightened around the knees, and
clasped against her chest. Hanging
on. Filthy sweats, worse than some he’d thrown away. Goose
bumps pricking her bare arms. The
only bright thing in muddy looking, matted hair, was red. A
drop. God, had they hit her? She hid
her face, alternated between shivering and rocking, except
with no chair. What the hell did they
do to you, honey?
Lisa? Yeah, that was what Brett said her name was. Mac
cleared his throat. He had to get her
out of here, and he didn’t have time to be gentle.
“Lisa? We need to get you out of here.”
He placed one hand on her shaking forearm. He caught the
swift arc of her arm trying to
connect with his face. Whoa, well, that was definitely an
alpha reaction. Taking me on? He’d
have laughed if it were funny—at all.
“No one’s gonna hurt you. Don’t you wanna get out of here?
Mmm? There ya go.” He
shrugged out of his sweatshirt.
Thin arms stiffened but stayed still, and her chest rose at
a slower rate when he’d gently
pulled the sweatshirt past her eyes. “So, you’re not ready
to try and take me out, huh?”
She lifted her face finally.
Oh God, now?
Of all times and in all places, stuck in some dingy shit
excuse for a hospital, with some girl
who looked like she needed far more care than he could give.
His bear clawed frantically at him
to get out, nearly bowling him over in the rush to get to
Mac growled and hung his head in despair. He hadn’t been
able to smell her because of
everything else, and it had taken brushing the side of her
arm to help her with his sweatshirt as
she lifted her face to him to know.
God, what a mess.
A soft touch pulled his gaze. Possessiveness whirled around
Mac as he struggled not to
gather her up and bury her in his arms. Need stabbed him.
Confusion chased the gold flecks in
her gorgeous eyes, and he wanted it gone. He wanted those
incredible eyes clear and focused—
on him.
He realized she would feel a connection, but her ignorance
and whatever drugs she had in
her system masked it. She lifted a shaky hand to touch the
side of his face, but still didn’t say one
word. Deep purple marks marred her neck. Mac’s body
tightened, and a shallow breath managed
to escape. He took in her pale face under the bruises and
gazed at the chipped stubs of filthy,
bitten fingernails as she lowered her hand back to her side.
Mac pulled himself together. “Lisa, we need to get you out
of here, okay?” He gently helped
her stand. She winced as he looped an arm around her side to
steady her.
He took one look around the bare room and didn’t bother to
ask if she needed to take
anything. Taking one cautious step, she tried, but her knees
buckled. Mac caught her before got
anywhere near the floor. Without thinking, he brushed one
kiss on her forehead and looked
into those big eyes that were fighting to stay open. She
blinked at him slowly, easier breaths
ghosting his face, and Mac’s arm tightened as her head
lowered. Yes.
In that small, cautious, trusting movement, Mac heard his
bear roar protectively as his arms
tightened around her. No one would ever hurt a hair on her
head again. While he still had breath
left in his body, she would be safe, she would be cared for,
and she would be loved.
Excerpt 2
Mac eased her back alongside him some more. He pushed his
thigh in between her legs and
felt her shuddering as his cock scraped her buttocks. He
kissed the soft side of her neck and
explored her shoulder blades with his tongue. His cock was
pulsing in time to his heart.
Mac knew he had to go slow. His chest had swelled so much
when she’d said he would be
her first. He’d nearly panicked. He’d shot out of the
bedroom like some scared kid. He wanted
her relaxed and ready.
Cautiously, he explored with his fingers some more and found
the little nub. He groaned as
it became swollen and desperately wanted to suck on it. With
one finger, he teased it away from
its hood and flicked gently.
Lisa jerked and gasped. Next time he wanted to feel those
muscles tighten on him. He
needed her in bed, now.
He went to pick her up, but she shimmied away, hazel eyes
locked on him, pupils wide. He
hitched a breath. One push from her hand and he was against
the tiles. She grabbed each of his
hands and lifted them, so they were above his head. “Keep
them there.”
Mac nearly shot his load there and then.
He leaned his head back against the tiles, hard. Fuck, she
was going down on him. Hot
breathy, wet kisses feathered his abs, teasing him,
promising him. Fingers that only existed to
trail his skin, tightened and snaked lower. Mac locked his
knees. His cock jumped to meet her.
Agonized— didn’t she know he was gonna die?—lips pressed his
skin. He was on fire. Mouth
seized, harsh pants filled the room, and steam rose.
Christ, a warm, wet, blissful heat enclosed his dick. He
dropped his head. He wanted to do
something unmanly, like cry. Fucking perfect. Tingles
started in his spine, and he knew wouldn’t last
long. Fuck, she’d found… His knees nearly gave way. “Oh God,
Oh God, Yessss,”
he hissed as her tongue pushed in his slit.
She paused, as if she was going to regroup, and for one
awful minute, he thought she was
going to stop. Her hand fisted around his base, and she dove
at him. Nearly his entire length went
down that gorgeous throat. He couldn’t breathe, didn’t know
how she was breathing. On and on,
pulls and sucks tugged at his inside.
“Gonna, gonna.” He tried for speech, some warning, but she
sped up. Mindless pleasure
grabbed him. He couldn’t think. Hot, hard, he was gonna
burst. Heat bloomed in his spine and
shot around to his dick. His balls lifted and tightened, and
spurts of cum jetted down her throat.
His vision whited out and pleasure so intense rocked every
cell in his body. Fuck, fuck, on and
He grabbed her face. She eased away and gently kissed the
tip, seemingly fascinated at the
little after-shocks that bobbed his dick up to meet her. Mac
straightened his spine and lifted her
up flush to his body, hard. His legs were just catching on
with having to hold him up, but damn
he wasn’t letting so much as one of her toes hit the floor.
She was his, every inch, every fucking
perfect inch.
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Has loved books for as long as she can remember. Books were always what pocket money went on and what
usually Father Christmas brought. When she ran out of her kids’ adventure stories, she would go raid her Mom’s. By the age of eight she was devouring classics like Little Women, and fell in love with love stories.
She’s still in love with them. Any size, any shape, any creature – love is love, no matter what it says on the box. In fact if her heroes and heroines don’t always fit neatly into a box, she loves them even more. She’s worked as a Mom, a nurse, and a teaching assistant.

She decided to go on an adventure with her family in 2010 and moved from England to America and now lives in Florida.

Last year in 2013, she thought it was time to stop just reading love stories and start writing them

First m/f paranormal to be released November 1st 2014. First m/m contemporary to be released early December 2014