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Arynn's Chosen Mate by Elle Boon

Title: Arynn's Chosen Mate
Series: Iron Wolves MC #8
Author: Elle Boon
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: April 15, 2018


They say blood is thicker than water, but a bond that’s chosen is stronger than steel. Nothing and nobody can sever those that are forged between ones chosen family.

They say love hurts. For a shifter who thinks he’s lost it all, it’s more than just a saying, it’s a reality. When Arynn is finally reunited with his daughter and finds the one woman created just for him, he swears love does hurt, but it’s a feeling he would give his life to experience.

Family is supposed to love and cherish one another. Sheila never had that growing up. When she became a mother of not just her own child, but her twin sister’s as well, she vows to love them like she’d never been.

When you find love that’s worth fighting for, you grab it and hold on tight. Families don’t always have to be blood, sometimes ones that are chosen are even more special as they are forged in love, instead of duty.

Can Arynn and Sheila along with their two girls finally find peace as a family, or will the darkness from their past destroy the goodness they’re creating?

Warning: Contains a sexy hero who feels EVERYTHING and a heroine who loves him even more. Lots of growly men, a crazy Fey Queen and her wolpires. Oh and HELLBOY. #DONTLOOKDOWN

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If his kid and the woman who raised her along with her sister wasn’t staring at him with fear in their eyes, he’d shift and take out as many of the assholes who thought to come into their home. “Back up is on the way.”
“Arynn, we don’t have that kind of time.”
“Yoohoo, did someone call for a Feywolf and her Wolpires?”
He closed his eyes and then opened them before turning to face Jenna and sure enough, her mates, who didn’t look happy to have been interrupted. “Nice shorts,” he said waving at the short shorts the twins were wearing.
He had two men wearing tiny shorts flipping him the bird.
“Mom, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Rebel asked.
“Listen, children, once I spank some dark beo…I mean, once I go teach an old lady some manners, while my handsome husbands teach some silly boys with their toys a few things, we’ll talk. Mkay?” Jenna waved her fingers, then slapped Damien followed by Lucas on the ass as she stepped away then disappeared.
“Is she like a Jedi, or a Sith?” Rebel asked.
“Don’t give her any freaking ideas, kid.”
Arynn looked at the one who spoke. “Damien, what do you need from us?” He moved closer to his three girls. Whether they knew it or not, they were his.
“How bout you stay with your family here while we take care of the, less than stellar ones outside. Oh, by the way, nice pet.” Damien scratched Gizmo between the ears.
Rebel growled. “Nice protection he is. How’s he know y’all aren’t enemy number fifty or something?”
Lucas grinned, flashing a bit of fang for the girl’s benefit Arynn was sure. “Gizzy is a very smart boy, besides, he knows who’s top dog in the house. Ain’t that right boy.” He gave one more scratch, then turned to follow Damien who’d already replaced the shorts with a pair of jeans, shocking Arynn as he’d only seen the prince of vampires in suits.
“We’ve entered the twilight zone, haven’t we?” Romie asked.
Sheila pulled both girls next to her, wrapping an arm around each. “Are they—friends of yours?”
Arynn nodded. “Trust me, we couldn’t ask for anyone better to be here. Well, there’s Creed, but he’s another ballgame altogether. Do you have everything you’ll need in those bags?” He nodded toward Rebel’s feet, still amazed at the show of strength his girl had.
“You should grab your purse, mom, that way we don’t have to worry about replacing some of your information.” Rebel’s voice was calm as if they’d planned for such an exit.
The sound of metal being smashed, and a male scream followed by several more had Arynn looking up at the ceiling. “It’ll be over soon.” Staying inside and not fighting went against the grain, but leaving the females unprotected wasn’t an option.
Several minutes passed before finally the tense moments were broken.
“Alright my lovelies, that didn’t go quite as expected, but rest assured, your resident Feywolf and her sidekicks totally kicked—bum and didn’t bother with names. Um, there was a dark presence that lingered, but the female was gone when I went out. Do you know who or what I’m talking about?” Jenna stood in an outfit straight out of a scifi movie carrying an honest to goodness glowing sword.
“Are you like an…an alien?” Romie asked with awe in her voice.
Jenna moved to stand in front of the girls, the glowing sword looking ominous in her right hand. “Oops, let me just take care of this.” She bumped it against her hip, making the blue light appear to shrink into the handle. “Well, if an alien is someone not from Earth, then in your definition, yes, I’m an alien. However, that means all of us in this room are aliens by that description, including you, young Romie Brielle.”
Rebel held up her hand, the other she had clenched on Gizmo’s collar. “What exactly are you and what are we?”
Jenna looked to Arynn, a raise of her blonde brows. “I’m gonna leave that to your father to tell you. For now, you are safe. By the way, where are my two hunky mates?”
Sheot! Arynn pinched the bridge of his nose as Rebel and Romie turned their intent stares on him. He could see the accusation in both girls’ eyes. “Listen, I know you have questions, which your mother and I most definitely owe you both. While I want to spill it all right here and now, I’m not sure it’s the safest, especially knowing the wicked grandmother could return and who knows what or who she’ll bring with her. And, if my senses are correct, you are with young my queen.” Arynn held his hand near Jenna’s stomach, wishing he’d been allowed to feel his own child growing inside all those years ago.
The Fey Queen’s face lit up with happiness. “Yes, we are. Oh, and those randy twins of your alpha has already laid claim to my little nuggets, much to my mates’ dismay. I can’t wait to watch those fireworks.”
“That’s it. I’ve clearly got a concussion. That idiot today hit me harder than I thought and my brain is bruised.” Rebel rubbed her head.
Jenna growled. “Who hit you?”
“Easy, il mio cuore, I do believe the young female took care of the little bastard and good on her I say. When our young are born we’ll make sure she and her sister teach our girls’ how to handle little porchdicks like she did.” Lucas strolled in through the kitchen, brushing his hands together like he was dusting them off.
“Where’s your brother?” Jenna asked, turquoise eyes narrowed.
“I do believe he’s handling a little mess in the backyard. Seemed he did a little rolling of landscaping and wanted to make sure it looked just as it had when we walked out. Oh, he also wanted me to inform you that you needed to teach your overly large pet some manners about going number two outside where unsuspecting visitors might walk.” Lucas grinned.
Romie groaned while Rebel pretended great interest in fixing said large pet.
“Thank you for the tip. I’ll make sure they’re properly trained,” Sheila agreed.

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Author Bio

Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, since she’s athletically challenged. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her.

She writes what she loves to read, and that is romance, whether it’s erotic, Navy SEALs, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.

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