My Favorite 5 Paranormal Alpha-Males
In a recent thread on the PNR NaUBA Goodreads group, members were asked to select their PNR Harem. I ended up picking a Panther, Lykae, Jaguar , Vampire, and Angel. I figured my first visit to Coffee Time Romance would be a great opportunity expound upon their merits (and show everyone how much of a fan girl I am). Iâ€™m writing this all from memory, so please be lenient on the details.
Lucas â€“ Slave to Sensation â€“ by Nalini Singh
This hot panther introduced me to my favorite author, so itâ€™s only fair he go first. Lucas meets his mate while hunting a serial killer. Even before he accepts their connection, he elevates the term â€œskin privilegesâ€ to a whole new level of sexy. Once he decides Sascha is his to protect, he does so with his life. What more can a girl want?
Lachlain â€“ A Hunger Like No Other â€“ by Kresley Cole
Lachlain is a Lykae who was imprisoned for centuries. Scenting his mate, he gnaws off a limb to escape. Once he discovers sheâ€™s half-Vampire, he tries to resist the attraction. He wasnâ€™t very nice the first third of the book, but he more than makes up for it by the end. Besides, he lets Emma go crazy online-shopping on his credit card.
Vaughn â€“ Visions of Heat â€“ by Nalini Singh
Vaughn first meets Faith in Jaguar form. During this encounter, he closes his teeth over her wrist (for a good reason). Letâ€™s just say her initial impression of the Changeling wasnâ€™t great. Once theyâ€™re properly introduced, he proceeds to push her limits. In doing so, he discovers her strength and loses his heart. His ultimate desire is to keep Faith safe, and he succeeds in doing so by being the epitome of badass.
Dmitri â€“ Archangelâ€™s Blade â€“ by Nalini Singh
I have to confessâ€”Iâ€™ve got a thing for Vampires. Sanguine fixation is usually more than enough to perk my interest. Add a spot of ruthlessness, a tortured past and a penchant for protectiveness, and youâ€™ve got one of my favorite alpha-males. Dmitri also says some really awesome lines (with an Eastern European accent), in bed and out. Did I mention he gives off the scent of â€œsex dipped in chocolate?â€
Jason â€“ Archangelâ€™s Storm â€“ by Nalini Singh
A spymaster with wings the color of the night, Jason is one of Archangel Raphaelâ€™s Seven. Sent to solve a murder within a rival Archangelâ€™s court, he is forced into a blood bond with a princess he soon respects. Able to anticipate the maneuverings of those around him, his intellect eventually wins the freedom of the one he loves. Of all my choices, Jasonâ€™s alpha-maleness is the most subtle. It makes him all the more memorable.
With all this inspiration on my Kindle, it was a matter of time before I created an alpha-male of my own. Check Duncan out in my new release, Warlockâ€™s Pawn. Iâ€™ve included a sneak peak below. Come visit my website for more about my writing. Iâ€™m also on Twitter and Facebook.
Delve into a fantastic world of political intrigue, magic, and a sword-wielding alpha male, in Book 1 of Tara Quan’s new Captive Fates series. Who will survive as two women and one man fight for the right to rule in a world of blood and sand, where becoming a warlock’s queen is a fatal curse? Inspired by The Arabian Nights, Warlock’s Pawn is romantic suspense at its best.
Foreseeing the warlock’s destiny, Alia saves the man her sister plotted to kill. He returns five years later to conquer her city. A pawn in a battle for desert waters, Alia resigns herself to a political marriage and an empty bed. But when Duncan demands more than just her name, she chances losing her heart along with her freedom.
Determined to reclaim her kingdom, Anora parlays her body to remain at Duncan’s side. From within the Helicon court she spins her web, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Alia is all that stands between her and the throne. Her sister must cease to breathe before the warlock’s affection wanes.
A master tactician, Duncan has no qualms about making Anora his courtesan and Alia his queen. But it is Alia’s eyes that haunt his dreams, and she soon becomes his only weakness. With the perils that haunt the Helicon court, caring for the fey is absolute folly. A warlock’s love is a fatal curse, and Alia’s death will be his undoing.
Content Notes: Intense Heat/Edgy Erotic Romance, Anal Play/Intercourse, Light BDSM Practices or Play, MÃ©nage
Gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger, Duncan tilted her delicate face up for better scrutiny. â€œThose fey eyes do not lie. Even with your face covered, you are as much a symbol of Dionian power as Anora. Those in the city may not bow at your feet for fear of retribution, but they know you are their princess all the same.â€
Anger flashed, turning the purple pools a darker shade. â€œI serve them, warlock, as a disciple of the goddess. I mend bones and brew elixirs. I provide those with need the knowledge they seek. Dionians respect the temple because it is they we serve, and they see me as one among the many who help tend their wounds. Very few know what the color of my eyes mean.â€
As his mind mulled over changes to strategy, he could not suppress a triumphant smile. â€œThen you are a more useful pawn than I first believed. When your bloodline is revealed, you will have already earned your peopleâ€™s loyalty. Alia. It is a name I shall never forget.â€
For reasons he could not understand, Duncan was reluctant to release her. Nonetheless, he laid her on the cold shifting sand and rose. An arduous path awaited him, and he was eager to begin the conquest he should never have attempted to avoid. Helicon needed the waters this kingdom possessed. What he failed to acquire through marriage, he would now have to take by force.
Surprising him, Alia lifted her hand in an unmistakable gesture. â€œYou need power to return to your lands,â€ she observed as their gazes met. â€œTake what your body demands.â€
â€œYou will be weakened beyond awareness,â€ he warned even as he crouched by her side. His newfound conscience and practicality warred as Duncan scrutinized her small form. She was half his weight, and standing, her head would not reach the center of his chest. She was young, her power untrained, and she was too weak to make such an offer. â€œYou have but a trickle of magic left. If you allow me to drain your life force, the act will forever tie your mind to mine.â€
Her eyes were those of one who had often faced a destiny not of her choosing. â€œThe link goes both ways. Accept what neither of us can change. You cannot wait for the sun to rise, for the princess will not be satisfied without your body. Soldiers will arrive at dawn, and the ravine takes days to traverse. Just promise you will leave me safe inside the templeâ€™s walls. I will be cared for while you spend the next half decade coating the sands in blood.â€
He took her hand and felt the uneven rhythm of her pulse. She knew what was being offered and where this choice would lead. There was a reason his kind risked their lives to possess the fey. He overlooked caution in his courtship of Anora because she was the only fey princess he believed existed. With their blood came indescribable power, enough magic to transport him back to his lands. Only a warlock could take a feyâ€™s power at will, and that very nature had once pitched the two races in a war that led to the near-extinction of both. Worshiped by humans as demigods, very few of either bloodline still lived.
â€œWhat do you ask? What is the payment you demand for saving the life of the Ruler of Helicon?â€ he questioned as he bent his head to her proffered wrist and brushed his lips against her palm.
â€œI ask that you be merciful,â€ she said as he drew in her life force, and pure white magic seeped through his body to undo all that Anoraâ€™s poison had wrought. With the bond came an understanding of words that need not be spoken, of a request made by a being who knew too well how this war would end.
Once he was sated, Duncan released the feyâ€™s hand and gazed upon her pale unconscious form. He bent to press his lips against her cheek before fastening on the veil.
â€œThe Dionian court will pay for its crime, and one day you will belong to me,â€ he whispered as he lifted the feather-light body into his arms.Â â€œBut the people you protect will be safe under my rule. To that you have my vow.â€
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