Publisher: Mischief Corner Books
Author: Toni Griffin
Cover Artist: Freddy MacKay
Length: 84,651 words
Release Date: 19th October 2016
“You need to go to Atherton,” they said. Easy for them. The higher-ups at headquarters don’t have their whole world on the line. When Detective Damon Kelly’s bosses send him across the state on a “simple” cyber fraud case, he never thinks he’d meet his mate, then risk losing Kieran by doing his job. No matter what other possible angles Damon works, his partner Grant Davis is sure Kieran’s best friend Corey’s their guy, and Grant is bent on bringing him in.
After the birth of their Alpha’s son, the Atherton Pack needs another beta. Kieran Baxter couldn’t be happier to accept. What Kieran doesn’t expect is for all hell to break loose his first week on the job. Clashing with his mate at every turn, and fighting a human cop who wants to arrest Corey for hacking a government database, wasn’t part of the plan either.
As more evidence piles up, a bigger, scarier picture comes into focus that could threaten not only the Atherton Pack, but everything the world knows.
The Atherton Pack, Book Four
The Atherton Pack
Book 1: Liam
Book 2: Ben
Book 3: Corey
Thank you so much Charlie for having me on your blog today! I’m here to share with you an exclusive excerpt from my latest release Kieran, book 4 in the Atherton Pack series.
Damon finished his gander around the room and turned back to Grant to carry on their conversation. Not thirty seconds later, Damon could feel eyes on the back of his head. His shoulders stiffened as soon as he caught the scent of the local pack. Shit, he swore internally. This was just what he needed. He picked up his beer and took a long swallow, casually glancing around the room as he did so.
Sure enough, Ben, his mate, and their son, along with Corey and a group of other men, all were making their way to one of the long tables. Damon closed his eyes and prayed his partner would ignore them all.
There was one seat left at the table when they’d all sat down, and Damon absently wondered if anyone was missing. He finished his beer and stood abruptly, grabbing his menu up off the table. His nice relaxing dinner had just gone out the window.
“So, what are you having?” he asked Grant, hoping the man had made up his damn mind.
“I’ll take the grazier’s stockman’s pie.”
“Great. You want another beer?” Damon nodded to the still three-quarters-full glass.
“Nah, this one will do me for a little longer.”
Damon nodded, then grabbed his empty beer glass along with the menus before he headed to the bar to place their orders.
Just as Damon picked up his third beer for the night, his body was thrown into utter chaos. Heat spread through him, his mind raced, and his dick hardened. He breathed deeply, and the most intoxicating scent invaded his senses.
He stood at the bar for a moment, closed his eyes, tried to get his body back under control, and breathed deeply. That didn’t help. All he could smell was his mate. Damon opened his eyes and turned around, wanting to see the man.
Their eyes connected instantly. Standing across the room, statue-still amongst all the tables, was a man who held an expression like he’d been hit upside the head.
Damon liked what he saw.
His mate wasn’t some little wallflower, standing nearly as tall as Damon’s own six-four. His body was thick with muscles, while tattoos peeked out from under the tight t-shirt. Denim jeans hugged his meaty thighs, and Damon had never wanted to be an article of clothing more in his life.
His imagination went into overdrive.
Between his mate’s short hair—maybe a number two or three all over—a dark, five o’clock shadow gracing his face, and totally kissable lips, Damon wanted to know what his mate’s mouth felt like wrapped around his cock, sucking him deep.
What would it be like to have those legs wrapped around him as he pounded into the man? To take his mate’s cock in his mouth and taste him for the first time? Or to cover his mate’s naked body with his own as he sank deep inside him as they made love? Damon groaned and tried to discreetly reach down and adjust himself. Not an easy task, considering he was facing the entire dining room.
Strength radiated off his mate, matching what he’d felt on Corey earlier, and Damon realised with a thrill he hadn’t met all of the Alpha’s Betas.
Damon couldn’t wait to get the man under him.
His mate took a couple of steps in Damon’s direction but was stopped by a hand reaching out and grabbing him. Ben, the Pennaeth Alpha of all the Australian packs, quickly talked into Damon’s mate’s ear. Ben’s eyes, though, were locked on Damon.
Damon swallowed the lump in his throat and made his way back to the table with uncertain steps. Grant had obviously seen who had come in and was staring at the group like he wanted to go over there and arrest the lot of them. Which he probably did.
“What was all that about?” Grant asked as Damon sat back down again.
“What was what?” he replied. How the hell was he supposed to tell his human partner that he’d just found his mate after years of wanting one, and he couldn’t do shit about it, as they were here investigating said mate’s entire pack?
Grant waved in the general direction of the table of shifters. Damon’s mate was taking the empty seat between Tommy and Liam, his back stiff and his eyes firmly focused on his own group.
“No idea.” Damon breathed a sigh of relief when he realised his partner hadn’t meant the exchange between him and his mate, but the one with Ben and the man. “They’re entitled to go out to dinner with friends as much as the next person.”
Grant grunted, then took a drink of his beer, his eyes never leaving the other table.
Damon sighed, and resigning himself to a pretty shitty night, he picked up his beer and drank. If his eyes strayed back to the other table once or twice, he couldn’t really be blamed. Right?
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Toni Griffin lives in Darwin, the smallest of Australia’s capital cities. Born and raised in the state she’s a Territorian through and through. Growing up Toni hated english with a passion (as her editors can probably attest to) and found her strength lies with numbers.
Now, though, she loves escaping to the worlds she creates and hopes to continue to do so for many years to come. She’s a single mother of one and works full time. When she’s not writing you can just about guarantee that she will be reading one of the many MM authors she loves.
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