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I’d like to introduce Mayhem, pack alpha and front man for the rock band Riot. He’s sexy as hell and ready to claim his mate…if he can find her.

What is it with bad boys that we just can’t get enough of? Tough on the outside with a hidden soft center that we love to melt…on our tongues…mmmm.

They can come in many different ways (that was totally intentional ;-)) and offer up qualities that in real life might actually be quite annoying. Possessiveness for example, is a standard trait among the bad boys, especially those alpha types. They love to lay their claim whether it be in the form of a bite or some other kind of marking. They flash fang and growl, making sure all the guys and girls around know who you belong to. I love that kinda thing in my fiction; it’s some sexy stuff.

And what about the attitude problem? Stubborn as all hell, probably not really the sharing sort when it comes to admitting feelings and emotions. That’s another one of those traits that drives us deliciously crazy, especially when you’re dealing with supernatural types. It’s the heroine’s job to dig in and get to the bottom of his heart. And she usually does, right?

Mayhem is the epitome of bad boy, a werewolf and a rock star who’s had his fair share of groupies and is looking for more. His wolf demands a mate and with the rest of the guys already finding theirs, he’s even more ready to settle down. But what kind of woman would be the best partner for someone like Mayhem? Sweet and somewhat innocent, Hannah isn’t about to take all the rock star crap to heart.

She’s not star struck when she first meets Mayhem but she also can’t tear her gaze away. She knows he’s bad news for her and so not her type. But who doesn’t love the chance to play with a forbidden sex god?

Excerpt from Mayhem:

“Mayhem! Mayhem! Mayhem!”

The chant swelled momentarily as the door to his hidden sanctuary opened and closed, the muffled sound thumping at the walls, threatening his peace.

“I’m not going out there,” Mayhem growled, the deep rumble enough to warn most people to leave him the fuck alone.

“It’s your launch party, May. You’ve got to go—the record execs have thrown a lot of money into this album.” Unfortunately, the growling strategy usually didn’t work on his manager, Dave Strader. The man had balls of steel. “Seriously, Mayhem, if you fuck this up and they pull the funding, you’re done! We’re done!”

Slumping back in his chair, Mayhem blew out a long breath. “It’s just a bunch of fangirls drinking free booze and wanting autographs,” he objected. And why he’d let the record execs badger him into having the party at his private residence was beyond his understanding. His skin crawled at the invasion of his turf. “Listen to them out there!”

“Wanting your cock, more like it.” Raven, his bassist, snickered from the doorway.

Mayhem rubbed his hand over his jaw and yawned. Yeah, fucking groupies. All they seemed to want was a quick bang and the bragging rights to go with it. He’d grown out of that shit recently, no longer taking pleasure in the multiple opportunities for one-night stands.

The trouble with being a famous rock star was the rumors—his insatiable appetite in bed over the years seemed to have cultivated quite the reputation among the ladies. It meant endless numbers of loose women, but nothing that brought his life any substance. Sounded crazy, but it was true.

What he really wanted, what his wolf wanted, was a mate for life.
 Yeah, not going to happen. In his line of work, all he got were fake tits and collagen lips. “I’m not interested. I’m done with fucking groupies,” Mayhem grumbled.

“You just have to make an appearance. Shake a few hands. Have a drink,” Dave said.

His manager’s voice was beginning to grate, and Mayhem was sorely tempted to lash into him. But he couldn’t blame the man for doing his job. And Dave was right—Mayhem’s career was beginning to tank, and the time had probably come to kiss some executive ass… that or start handing out resumes. There had been too many disruptions over the past year— cancelled concerts, a six month forced hiatus—all of which were linked to the politics of being a werewolf and not something he could explain to the industry folks.

“This bullshit about waiting for your mate is fucking everything up, man!” Dave continued. “Seriously, you’ve got to tap into the old Mayhem, the one who could fuck a woman with just a look.”

“It’s my wolf,” Mayhem said. “It won’t accept anything less.”

Although Dave managed Mayhem’s band—which was really a small pack—and knew about their “wolf status” so to speak, he couldn’t truly understand the intrinsic nature of it all. It wasn’t his fault. He was simply incapable of grasping the significance of finding one’s mate.

It didn’t help matters that the rest of his pack had found their mates. Raven, Jaylon, Dyami had stumbled into blissful unions. All but Mayhem. And what were the odds of lightning striking a fourth time?

Nil as far as he was concerned.

“Well, you’re not going to meet any woman, let alone your mate, locked inside this room. Raven, help me out here, would ya? What are the ladies like out there? Any fine ones?” Dave said as he turned to pour himself something from the bar.

“Fine ones? Fuck yeah!” Raven smirked as he whipped out his cell phone and made his way over to Mayhem. “It just so happens that I snapped some pics of the ladies out there tonight. Thought we might be able to entice you out of hiding if you saw what was on display.”

Mayhem waved his hand in dismissal. “Not interested.”

“There are tons of hot babes, May, but I’ve got one just for you.” Raven swiped his finger across the screen a few times. “Ah, here she is…” Before Mayhem could say anything, Raven flashed a smile and thrust the phone into Mayhem’s face. “The tall redhead there, standing with the blonde.”

Mayhem grumbled another rough round of cursing before dropping his gaze to the phone, certain all he was going to see was another fangirl with a big rack and a short skirt. But the second he looked at the screen, he was done for.

Fuck me!”

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About Angela Addams

Author Bio:

Every day is Halloween for author Angela Addams. Enthralled by the paranormal at an early age, Angela spends most of her time thinking up new story ideas that involve supernatural creatures in everyday situations. She believes that the written word is an amazing tool for crafting the most erotic of scenarios. She is an avid tattoo collector, a total book hoarder and loves anything covered in chocolate…except for bugs. She lives in Ontario, Canada in an old, creaky house, with her husband and children.

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