Alpha's Heir: A BBW Paranormal Romance E-Book

AJ Tipton

• Herausgeber: AJ Tipton
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

A sexy billionaire controlled by his clan. A voluptuous chef who’s never felt good enough. Will they find the freedom that only love can bring?Handsome billionaire shifter Orson has everything a man could want -- money, looks, respect -- except the power to control his own life. His father, the clan’s alpha, has arranged for Orson to marry a woman from another clan for strategic purposes, leaving him trapped in a life without passion. That is, until he meets the curvy woman of his dreams… Casey is a talented chef who dreams of having her own catering business. But the only real passion she’s been able to find is in giving people pleasure through the food she cooks. When Orson invites Casey to his home, a misunderstanding gives way to life-changing passion that could change both their lives. His freedom comes at a high price… but has Orson finally found a love that’s worth the cost?Alpha’s Heir is a BBW paranormal romance novella in the “Bear Shifter Billionaire” series, a set of stand-alone stories that sizzle and satisfy. If you like steamy romance, drool-worthy cooking, and harrowing shifter battles, then you’ll love AJ Tipton’s breathtaking book. Buy Alpha’s Heir to start feeling the heat today!

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Alpha’s Heir

A BBW Paranormal Romance

AJ Tipton

Illustrated byPadrón

Copyright © 2017 by AJ Tipton

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This book is for sale to adult audiences only. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and incidents appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is purely coincidental.

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The mahogany desk smashed through the window in a rain of glass shards.

I just got that window fixed, Orson thought, clenching his fists around the sheet wrapped around his waist. Cold air from the broken window blew across his bare pecs and his nipples pebbled to hard points.

"Calm down, Dad," he said through gritted teeth.

His inner bear stirred in his chest, trying to force itself to the surface in response to the growing threat. Not now, not yet. Not here, he told the bear, pushing it back down again. Not while she's in danger.

"How dare you disobey me! You are a disgrace to your clan!" Nikolai bellowed, grabbing Orson's favorite armchair and throwing it against a bookshelf. The shelves rattled and broke, sending Orson's books on various programming languages cascading to the floor. The globe-shaped award Orson won for outstanding achievement in innovative software rolled across the hardwood floor.

"Please, I didn't know." The source of today's trouble whimpered in the corner. Sarah was shakily putting on her clothes, her delicious curves disappearing under her voluminous sweater.

They'd been dating a few days and Orson had known it wouldn't last--the bear inside had never liked her--but only a few hours ago he'd finally coaxed her to take off all her clothes when they had sex. When she'd finally realized how much he needed the sight of her large breasts heaving as he roughly plunged into her folds, the rush was exquisite. The awed look on her face in that moment didn't make up for the terrified expression etched there now. He'd barely had time to finish before his father smashed his front door to kindling.

"You are my son!" Nikolai roared. "I am the Alpha. You will do what is good for your clan, or I will kill you." He stopped pacing for a second. "Or, better yet, I will send for Cleo. She will put a stop to this ridiculous behavior."

Because I need another reminder that you think Cleo will be a better Alpha for our clan than your own son, Orson thought, taking deep breaths. He ran his hand through his short black hair and reminded himself, again, that he must respect his father.

Nikolai's flannel shirt was beginning to tear as his inner bear stretched beneath his skin, layers of fur and sinew ripping the red and black-checked fabric to pieces. Through the tearing shirt, Orson could see his father's overlapping scars criss-crossing his chest, each one a reminder of how differently they viewed what was "right for the clan."

"Cleo has her own business to worry about," Orson said.

Moving slowly, he picked Sarah's purse off the floor and walked it over to her, keeping his body protectively between her and his stalking father.

"Cleo has no business more important than making sure her fiancé stays faithful," Nikolai said. He picked up the rolling globe and smashed it through the next unbroken window.

I'm sure Cleo's Fortune 500 company would disagree with you there, Orson bit his tongue to stop himself from saying. Orson eyed the destroyed living room. So long as his father kept his rage vented on his furniture and awards, Sarah would stay breathing.

"Who's Cleo?" Sarah whispered, as she took the purse from him and held it close to her chest.

"Arranged marriage. Trust me, it doesn't mean anything," he told her. He could smell her, the cologne she'd dumped on her skin not quite hiding the acrid fear wafting off her skin. "I'll call you tomorrow." He kept an eye on his father, but put down a hand to help her to her feet.

"No, he will not!" Nikolai yelled, kicking at the scattered books so they sailed through the air. "My son will not have associations with any human scum!"

Sarah leaned away from Orson's hand and used the wall to haul herself to her feet. "I'm sorry, Orson. You've been great, but I really don't have time to deal with…" she looked between him and his father, "All of this."

Orson nodded, keeping his face carefully still. He hadn't loved her, but her rejection still stung. He'd made her come three times; surely she wasn't going to give up on him that fast.

Sarah scrambled to her feet, clutching her purse in front of her.

Apparently she really is going to give up that fast. He nodded that he'd understood her, and turned back to his father.