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Book Spotlight: Twice the Growl by Milly Taiden
Twice
the Growl
Paranormal
Dating Agency
©
Milly Taiden
Talia
Barca needs a date. Badly. She uses the services of the Paranormal
Dating Agency hoping for a decent guy to take to a family wedding. A
wedding her ex-husband has wormed his way into as a guest.
Connor
and Theron want Tally to complete their Alpha triad. She's sexy,
curvy and funny. But she's human. And they're not sure she'll go for
a relationship with two men at the same time.
As if
deciding to give two men a shot wasn’t difficult enough, Tally will
also need to deal with a threat from the pack. She'll either prove
she's strong enough to be an Alpha mate or find herself at the mercy
of a vicious opponent.
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Excerpt
Property
of Milly Taiden
Talia
Barca stared gloomily at her drink. How would she ever survive the
next time she saw her ex-husband? The rat bastard.
“So
what are you going to do?” her cousin, Nita Islas asked. The soft
question broke through Tally’s misery.
“I
don’t know,” she muttered and lifted her amaretto sour to her
lips. She gripped the cold glass tightly so the shaking of her hand
wouldn’t cause her to let it drop. Stupid nerves. There was no real
reason to be nervous and yet she was. So what that she hadn’t seen
her ex in years. Her entire family had been invited to her cousin’s
upcoming wedding, a wedding he’d also attend. That meant nothing.
Okay, it did mean she had to see his dumbass again. To make matters
worse, if she didn’t attend she’d look like she hadn’t gotten
over him. How stupid was that when she’d been the one to put in for
the divorce in the first place.
“Stop
thinking so hard, babe.” Nita shrugged her shoulders. Her black,
wide-neck top dove to the side and showed off a sparkly bra strap
over golden brown skin. “I mean our entire family should know at
this point that he was a jerk to you.”
“You
already know they think it was miscommunication. Makes shit worse
that he’s been great to most of them. That’s why they never
really pushed him out of their circle.” She swallowed a gulp of her
drink, draining what was left in the glass.
“If
my parents weren’t traveling most of the year they’d support you
too. This isn’t fair if you ask me. I mean the guy was a dick to
you.”
A
dick with a small dick. That’s what she’d called him once she’d
given up on trying to make shit work. She sighed. An entire week near
Paul of wedding festivities was not what she was looking forward to.
He had a god-complex the size of Texas. It made no sense since he
didn’t have the body or equipment to back that up. Not even
something a person should be proud of. He was an all-star asshole.
“I’ll
think of something.” Tally sighed. She’d better think of
something ASAP or she’d have to decline attending and that would
look even worse. She didn’t hide from shit, but Paul was one of
those people that the mere thought of him gave her a headache.
Nita
slapped her drink on the table with a thump. “What about Mrs.
Wilder?”
“Gerri?
My neighbor?”
“Yes!”
Nita leaned forward. “Didn’t she tell you as we were walking out
tonight that she’s running her business from her apartment in your
building?” Nita’s brown eyes widened with excitement. “If I
recall, she said it’s a matchmaking or dating service or something
like that.”
Tally
frowned and swept a long black curl behind her ear, trying to
remember the conversation. Mrs. Wilder was her older neighbor from
across the hall and a lot of fun. They were the only two on her floor
and so Tally visited the older woman quite often. The reason was more
so she wouldn’t feel alone than Mrs. Wilder being old. Tally didn’t
really get along with her family thanks to asshole Paul. Now her days
were either spent with Nita or Mrs. Wilder. The older neighbor always
had a ton of male visitors. She came from a huge family and she’d
mentioned some of her grandsons would be moving in to the building in
the next few weeks.
“She
did say something like that,” Tally mused.
“Well,
there you go!” Nita passed her empty glass to the waitress, grabbed
a fresh one and lifted it to her lips. “Problem solved.”
Maybe.
Or maybe she’d be in deeper shit if she allowed the elderly woman
to mess with her personal life. When it came to men, Tally had some
seriously sucky luck. She glanced around the bar that was located a
few blocks from her building. The crowd was younger than she cared to
be surrounded with, but in a college town, it was bound to happen. At
thirty-two, she’d started to feel like a miserable old lady
surrounded by hot young men. She didn’t see how her personal life
could get any better.
“You
need to talk to more men,” Nita said as if reading her mind.
“I’m
too old for dating,” she grumbled but smiled at the waitress who’d
given her a new drink. “I’m about to get my cat lady starter kit
any day now. Men are too much work.”
Nita
laughed. “You’re insane. You’re gorgeous! What the heck would
possess you to say you’re too old? Thirty is young!”
“Thirty-two.”
Nita
rolled her eyes. “It isn’t like you’re ninety.”
“Sure
feels like it,” she whispered with the drink by her lips. She
winced at how strong it was. Apparently the waitress felt she needed
more than her usual dose of liquor. Tally had to agree. She needed a
damn miracle.
“All
you have to do is stop dating the wrong men,” Nita stated
matter-of-factly.
She
pinned Nita with a glare. “I thought that’s what I was already
doing. I mean I work at a damn lawyer’s office. I don’t date any
of those assholes. But why is it that when I meet what seems to be a
nice, decent man, he turns out to be some kind of double bastard with
a side of dickhead?”
Nita’s
brows curved up. “Wearing a suit to work doesn’t mean you should
live in one. Cut loose, woman!” She exhaled loudly and pointed a
red-tipped fingernail at Tally. “You need to get laid properly.”
“Shush!”
She glanced around the bar. A couple of the younger guys threw winks
in their direction. Flames of embarrassment heated her cheeks.
“You’re going to get us kicked out of here.”
Nita
giggled. “What I’d like is to get you hooked up.”
“I’d
settle for a date.”
Nita
shook her head. “No. We need drastic measures here. You need to get
laid.”
“Nita!”
She gasped, covering the side of her face with her hand. “Shut up!
You make me sound like a desperate cougar.”
“Aw
come on, Tally. I hate that you have to worry about a date for a
family function. You’re such a wonderful woman. This isn’t
something you should be stressing. You should be kicking men out of
your door every night.”
Right.
Because she was such a wild one. Not. With her black-framed glasses,
unruly, curly hair, larger than most women curves, and somewhat
bitchy personality, she didn’t really see herself as a femme
fatale.
“I
think you’ve had too many of those drinks.” Tally smiled and
patted Nita’s hand. “I’ll figure something out. I might ask
Mrs. Wilder for some help. Who knows? Maybe she can succeed where I
haven’t.”
“I
like Mrs. Wilder. I don’t care that she can probably chew me into
little pieces even at her old age.” Nita scrunched her nose. She
twirled the small straw in her glass in circles. “It’s a good
thing she likes you, and therefore me by default, because I have
heard some crazy stuff about those shifters.”
Tally
knew Mrs. Wilder wasn’t your regular granny, but she was such a
sweetheart. And she was someone she could share her cake addiction
with. They took turns baking different things and sharing with each
other. It’s what fed Tally’s chocolate urges and kept her with
way too many curves to count.
“Yeah.”
Tally sucked down a gulp from her new drink. “Who would’ve
thought that I’d become such good friends with a shifter granny.”
Nita
grinned. “Why wouldn’t you? She’s sorta bitchy, like you.”
“Gee,
thanks,” she said drily.
“It’s
a compliment. I’m so tired of these bubbly women that are fake
about how they feel. Feel bitchy? Be bitchy.” Nita picked up her
glass and pointed to Tally. “This world is filled with too many
fake people. You’re not trying to be a copy of anyone, Tally.
That’s why I love you. You’re always going to be an original.”
Tally
grinned. Clinked glasses with Nita and sipped her drink. “Thanks.
So far that hasn’t really brought anything good into my life.”
“It
will,” Nita assured her. “Go visit Mrs. Wilder and for once tell
her you need help. It’s not the end of the world to admit to
needing a man.”
Tally
chuckled. “I don’t need a man. Not really. I need someone to be
my date for the week from hell.”
Nita
shrugged and motioned the waitress for the check. “Maybe Mrs.
Wilder will hook you up.” She gasped. “Oh, my gosh! What if she
hooks you up with one of those scorching shifters she has visiting
her all the time?”
“Now
that would be something to celebrate.” Tally giggled. “They are
so sexy. She told me she has anything from bears, to wolves, to big
cats.”
“Wow.”
Nita sighed. “Bears and big cats. I used to have a best friend who
was a bear.”
“Really?
When?”
Nita
pursed her lips. “When we lived near the mountains for dad’s job
with the fish and wildlife department.”
“Was
this before you all came back here?”
Nita
nodded. “Yeah. We were sophomores in high school. He was so cute
with his glasses and almost too innocent face. I told him
everything.”
“What
happened?”
“My
family came back here. I loved coming back here after all the years
on the road, but that meant my bear friend was left behind. He and I
lost touch,” Nita said softly.
Tally
pulled out one of the many cards Mrs. Wilder had shoved in her hand
every time she went over to visit. “Here you go. Why don’t you
sign up and see what she can get you?”
Nita
stared at the clear business card in awe. “Do you really think she
can set me up with one of her shifters?”
“Check
out the fine print. She’s made me read it more than once. She will
set you up with whoever she deems to be the right man for you.” She
read the tiny words on the back of the card and adjusted her glasses.
“So, you’re pretty much guaranteed a man. I haven’t seen a
single bad looking one yet.”
“You
have to do it, Tally.” Nita blinked wide excited eyes at her. “I
need to know what she does. You’re in need of a date. This really
is the perfect solution.”
Tally
sighed. “At least you’re not suggesting those other websites that
find your ‘perfect’ someone.”
Nita
blinked once. Twice. Then burst into giggles. “I’m sorry. It’s
not funny after your last episode.”
Tally
clenched her teeth. She hated that her mother, of all people, had
bought her a membership to a dating site that promised to find her
soul mate. She swore that every man they sent her way had to have
been rejected by every other woman. There was no way that her soul
mate was really a forty-five year old man with seven kids, who lived
with his mother, had no teeth and worked a maximum of ten hours a
week. No way.
Author
Bio
I
was born the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican
Republic. Currently, I live in New York City with my hubby, the bossy
kiddo and our little dog "Needy Speedy". Don't ask.
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am addicted to shoe shopping, chocolate (but who isn't, right?) and
Dunkin' Donuts coffee.
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