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
Hi! I'm Milly Taiden (AKA April
Angel). I love to write sexy stories. They're usually either paranormal or
contemporary with a large dose of heat. My paranormal stories can be anything
from wolf-shifters (my favorites) to witches, demons and anything in between.
My contemporaries are usually anything from soldiers to corporate romances.
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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coffee.
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