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    Sex, Wolves and Rock & Roll: Lyric Hounds, #3
    Sex, Wolves and Rock & Roll: Lyric Hounds, #3
    Sex, Wolves and Rock & Roll: Lyric Hounds, #3
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    Sex, Wolves and Rock & Roll: Lyric Hounds, #3

    By Mina Carter

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    Rockstar. Sex God. Werewolf.

    Trent Savage has it all… apart from the one thing he really wants. His mate. The trouble is, the man Sav wants, the one who smells like home to him is none other than his band-mate, Karlan Rixx. The epitome of the playboy rocker, he's sexy and gorgeous with the feral edge of a werewolf that gets Sav's motor running every single time.

    And he's straight, a new woman in his bed every night. And it's tearing Sav apart.

    Unable to bear it anymore, he leaves the band, even though music is the one thing that keeps him sane. But anything's better than seeing the man he loves — his mate — and not being able to touch. Ever. He's loved Karlan since they were young. Now he must face forever without him…

    Lyric hound. Pretend womaniser. Defective wolf.

    K loves being a Lyric Hound. The only time he truly feels alive is on stage, a guitar in his hand and the beat of Sav's drums flowing through his veins. He may be a womanizer, but it's the other wolf who makes his heart pound and his body ache. He knows Sav has a thing for men, pretty boys usually, nothing like K…

    But before K can decided enough's enough and admit how he feels, Sav leaves. The band, their world… him… When nothing and no one seems to be able to track him down, K has to resort to extreme measures to forget the unforgettable. To forget Trent Savage.

    But fate might have other ideas. Throw in a dating service and a log cabin, and these two stubborn wolves might just have a chance at their happily ever after…

    PLEASE NOTE: This title was previously released by another publisher under the same title. It has been re-edited but not extended.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMina Carter
    Release dateJul 24, 2018
    ISBN9781386435396
    Sex, Wolves and Rock & Roll: Lyric Hounds, #3
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    Mina Carter

    Mina Carter was born and raised in Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England). After a slew of careers ranging from logistics to land-surveying she can now be found in the wilds of Leicestershire with her husband, daughter and a cat who moved in and never left. Suffering the curse of eternal curiosity, Mina never tires of learning new skills which has led to Aromatherapy, Corsetry, Chain-maille making, Welding, Canoeing, Shooting, and pole-dancing to name but a few. A full-time author and cover artist, Mina can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before they drive her mad. She's addicted to coffee and Dairy-lea cheese triangles.

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    Sex, Wolves and Rock & Roll - Mina Carter

    CHAPTER 1

    The event organizers had outdone themselves. Again. A packed room. Again.

    No surprise. The Lyric Hounds, the most famous werewolf rock band in the world, were the hosts and everyone wanted a pass to one of their parties.

    Sav, drummer with the Hounds, grimaced, snagged a bottle of beer from one of the circulating waiters and wove his way through the throng. Everyone wanted to be there, except him.

    He flopped onto one of the many couches dotted around the room and surveyed his surroundings. Lord knew how management had found the place. All steel and glass, it had an industrial edge suiting the style of their latest album, down to the ground. But two floors were filled with people, their chatter and accompanying scents clogging his sensitive sense of smell. Great.

    Yet another wrap party he had to endure, loaded to the brim with starlets, wannabes and hangers-on, all intent on hooking up with one of the Lyric Hounds. Some for career advancement, others seeking the validation of being seen with the rich and famous, and the gold diggers trying to feather their nests.

    On the whole, he preferred the gold diggers. Male or female, he knew what he was getting with them. A simple transaction. Sex in exchange for money made the world go around. Bless their little hearts. He lifted the bottle and saluted a raven-haired chick on the opposite side of the room at random. Poured into a leather corset, she’d been making eyes at Aaron all night, despite the fact the guy was married with a newborn.

    Snorting with amusement, Sav took a deep swallow. That little campaign would last right up to the point either Barr or Sax, the couple who led the band’s security detail, spotted her. Given they were related to Aaron by marriage, neither took kindly to groupies trying to get into the guy’s pants.

    Sure enough, Saxon swooped in. Short, with masses of blonde curls, she resembled a china doll. Until she turned around, and the bright amber of her eyes revealed her true nature—that of a fully paid-up member of the furry club, like the rest of the band. He slugged more of the drink as the cutie in the leather corset was removed from the room at a fast march, squawking like a chicken.

    The noise didn’t stop the party, or even gain much attention other than a shrug from the rest of gold-digging sisterhood. Nothing like a bit of loyalty. If anything, the others seemed happy to have less competition.

    Even now, a quick glance across the room revealed K, the band’s guitarist, surrounded by simpering blondes, two of whom were fighting over who got to sit in his lap. Since Aaron, K’s twin, had gotten married, and everyone knew Sav preferred dudes, K had become the sole focus of female fan attention.

    Sav grimaced and knocked back the remainder of his drink, sucking in a breath as the alcohol burned a path to his stomach. It sickened him how they squabbled and fought over K. Not that he seemed to be that bothered by it, laughing when one fell off his lap and another slid into his lap. Instead, he transferred his attention to the victor.

    His be-ringed hand slid up her thigh, stopping just shy of cupping her ass. Her delighted, if a little tipsy, laugh rang out over the music and she clung to the rocker like a second skin, pressing her fake breasts close against his chest. He didn’t object, only shoved a hand into her hair, tugged her head back and grazed his lips across her exposed throat. Hunched over he lifted his head and speared Sav with a look, his eyes bright with his wolf.

    Fuck.

    Lust and jealousy hit Sav broadside, a raging conflagration of need and feral power that stole his breath. Locked in place, he couldn’t look away. Couldn’t tear his gaze from K’s. The male smiled, darkness rising in his eyes. His lips parted, the tip of his tongue brushing across them and wetting them until they glistened in the overhead lights. The music and hum of conversation around Sav fell away as he saw the wolf he wanted, the man he’d lusted after for years, hold a woman in his arms with an expression of pure sex on his face.

    Sav growled. Heat hit his spine, rolled down to his pelvis and punched through to his groin. Fire wrapped around his balls, drawing them tight as his cock punched to full mast right there in his leathers. Thank god they were tight, the leather thick enough to provide some kind of constraint. If not he’d have to grab one of the throw cushions scattered on the sofa to pull across his lap in the world-wide signal for I’ve got a boner and I’m trying to hide it. Screw that. He was Sav, a Lyric Hound, and known to be out and proud. He didn’t hide for anyone.

    Ever.

    Before the moment could stretch out, someone stepped between them and just like that, the spell broke. Sav sagged against the back of the couch and took another fortifying swallow of his beer.

    What the hell… K had never looked at him like that before. The wolf was as straight as they came. More than. He was the absolute stereotype of a playboy rocker. If anyone wanted a description of a bad-boy rock star, they just had

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