Steel Beauty

She's everything a big bad wolf could want.

Coping with a devastating injury is hard enough for Belinda "Belle" Campbell. Forced separation from her destined mate
while she heals is almost more than she can endure. Until she is strong enough to take up her duties as Luna of the
Poconos Wolf Pack, however, the safest place for her is Halle. Now, after months of being alone, she is more than ready
to be claimed. But is the pack ready for a Puma Luna?

Rick Lowell has waited long enough to bring Belle home where she belongs. He's aware of the danger, as well--and it
isn't long before a bitch with an eye on Belle's position issues a challenge. The only way to put down the threat is for
Belle to defeat the usurper in combat.

There's only one problem. Thanks to the pins in her broken hip, Belle can't shift. Without that tactical advantage, it won't
be a fair fight. With his new mate's life on the line, Rick is forced to make a decision that will change everything.

That is, if Belle gives him the chance to make it.



Only In My Dreams

Delayed gratification has its place. This isn't it.

Gabriel Anderson has accepted a unique position in the shifter world. He’s about to become a Hunter, one of the few
trained and sanctioned to hunt down the rare rogue shifter dangerous to humans and shifters alike. There’s one catch:
until his training is complete, he must hold off on marking his mate. No problem…after all, she probably couldn’t handle
the sexual demands he dreams of making on her.

Her mate’s apparent desertion devastates Sarah. And his friendship with another woman threatens the bond they
should be sharing and building. Maybe flirting with another man will make him sit up and take notice—and finally win
Gabe’s heart. It works. Almost too well.

One touch of another man’s hand on Sarah’s tempting body brings every ounce of Gabe’s possessiveness roaring to the
surface. He wastes no time making his erotic dreams of dominating her a reality—whether she’s ready for it or not.

If she’s not, the only place he’ll ever have her is in his dreams…

Halle Pumas Books 4 & 5
Genre: Paranormal Romance
ISBN: ??
Print Anthology
Samhain Publishing
Warning: This title contains graphic language, explicit sex, deep blue eyes and spanking. The author is not
responsible for any tall, dark and handsome men who slip into your dreams.
Warning: This title contains explicit sex, graphic language, lots of doggie (or is that kitty?) style and some
songs Rick will never want to hear again. Ever.
Read an Excerpt from Steel Beauty:

Rick stepped into Lowell’s, prepared to meet Belle for lunch, and stopped cold.  

Gina was hovering over his mate, snarling at her, right in the middle of Lowell’s dining area.  Patrons, shifters all,
watched with amusement as Belle stood there, her expression one of vapid confusion.  The scooter was right behind her,
what looked like paperwork shoved willy-nilly into the basket.  Her cane rested against the seat as she stood under her
own power and faced her rival.

“Who authorized these changes?”

Belle looked innocently baffled.  “I did.”

Rick grinned at the sound of his mate’s voice.  He stepped back and prepared to be entertained, crossing his arms over
his chest and leaning back against the wall.

Gina had no idea what was about to happen, and he had no intention of enlightening her.  He’d been on the receiving
end of this mood often enough that there was no way he could not recognize it.

“You had no right.”  Gina was speaking through clenched teeth, never a good sign in a Wolf.  It made him wonder how
long his mate had been playing with the alpha bitch.

“Oh, but I did.  Rick made me not only manager, but part-owner of Lowell’s.”  She smiled sweetly.

Ah, my curious little cat.   I thought she’d find those papers.

Gina drew in a deep breath, her fury obvious.  “He had no right to give you what is mine!”

“I believe it is the Alpha’s right to gift his Luna with whatever he wishes.”

Rick’s eyes widened as Chela boldly stood beside his mate, her gaze never leaving Gina’s face.

One of Gina’s minions moved forward, but Gina held up a hand.  “Well, someone’s getting brave.”  The sneer on her face
as she stared at Chela was met by a cold glare.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.”  Belle’s gleeful sing-song words went right past Gina.

“Perhaps you need a lesson in who’s boss around here.”  Gina stepped forward, her arm lifting, her hand clenched into
a fist.

Belle’s hand shot out so fast Rick barely saw it move, grabbing Gina’s wrist and stopping Gina’s fist an inch from Chela’s
face.

The most interesting thing was, Chela didn’t even flinch.  She just kept that cold, steady gaze on Gina.  That fixed, dead
gaze was starting to give him the willies.

Gina howled in pain as Belle smiled vacuously.  “I really wouldn’t try to hit Graciela any more, okay?  That’s bad.”  She
shook her finger at Gina, who was desperately trying to get her wrist out of Belle’s curled hand.  “Bad woof-woof.”

Half the patrons of the restaurant had their faces buried in their napkins, their shoulders shaking.  The rest were openly
laughing.

Rick scented blood and realized his kitty had unsheathed her claws right into Gina’s arm.  Her pretty green eyes had
turned bright gold.  Her expression was still as vapid as she could make it.  A cheery smile graced those full lips as she
put her free hand in her pocket.

Gina managed to get her arm free of Belle’s grasp.  “Bitch.”

“Oh, silly poodle.   I’m not the bitch, you are, remember?”  Belle shook her head sadly.  “Didn’t your mommy teach you
anything?”

Rick swiped at his mouth, desperate to wipe the grin from his face as Gina shook with anger.  To be defeated by
someone she considered inferior was bad enough, but to be defeated by someone who was acting like a complete
imbecile was intolerable to someone like her.

“Why you little-” Gina lunged forward, losing what little self control she had.

Only to be brought up short by the air horn Belle pulled out of her pocket and set off right next to her ear.  The alpha
female dropped, hands over her ears.

Belle let up on the button.  “Not done yet.”  Belle’s cheery voice floated through the sudden silence, causing more than
one patron to choke out a laugh.

Mental note: take Belle’s new toy away.  Rick’s ears were ringing from halfway across the room.  He could only imagine
what Gina and her coterie felt like.  With another quickly hidden grin he realized Chela had covered her ears, muffling
some of the sound.

“So, here are the new rules, okay?”  Belle looked dementedly happy as she started ticking things off on her fingers.  “No
more trying to piddle on Rick’s carpet.  If anyone’s going to mark territory there, it’s me.”

Gina snarled up at Belle but rapidly pulled back when Belle brandished the air horn.

“No more beating up on the other women or I will take you to the vet and have you tutored.”  

“Neutered.”  Gina corrected her with a frown.

Belle leaned down and patted Gina’s cheek.  “Don’t worry, sweetie, someone would learn something.”

Rick coughed as Belle straightened.  He lost his fight with his grin as she winked saucily at him.

“And last, but not least, you will show deference to the Omega. Because if you don’t, you will regret it in a very bad, not
good, terribly awful way.”  She was really laying on the inane sincerity.  Rick wondered what she was up to, and how
much in damages he’d probably have to pay.  

Gina bared her teeth at Belle.  “Who’s the Omega?”

“Me.”  Chela’s grin was not in any way friendly.

“You?”  Gina’s laugh reminded Rick of a hyena, especially when her loyal minions joined her.

There was a gasp as Belle rapped Gina on the nose with…

Rick lost it.  His Luna had just hit the alpha female with some rolled up papers she must have grabbed from her scooter.

God I love that woman.

“Bad woof-woof.”  Belle stood up, completely ignoring Gina’s shocked expression.  The alpha covered her nose with her
hands.  “No Milk-Bone for you.”  Belle gave Gina that horrendously serene, vacuous smile, and Rick tensed.  “Now,
remember.  The Omega, that’s Graciela for those of you with two second scrolling memories, out-ranks all of you.  So,” she
clapped her hands together, setting off the air horn for a brief, shrieking moment of pain, “I want you to treat her with
respect.”

“No.”

Belle looked sad as she shook her head.  “Oh, honey, you’re just not the quickest bunny in the forest, are you?”  
Someone snickered.  “It’s not me you need to be afraid of.”


Gina stood, her sneer not nearly as pronounced as it had been.  “No?”

“Nope. Well, okay, sometimes you need to be afraid of me.  But not right now.”

“Then who do I have to be afraid of? Rick?”

“Nope.”  That scary cheer was there again.  

“Then who?”

Belle sighed, and looked at Chela.  Chela never took her eyes off of Gina.

Gina’s face went white as Chela let Gina and her friends have it with both barrels.  Rick had no idea what Chela was
doing to them, but it did not look pleasant.  Gina was soon a sobbing wreck on the floor, curled into a ball of misery, and
her friends weren’t any better.

“Now remember, poodles, the Omega outranks everyone but the Alpha, Luna, Beta and Marshall.”  Belle tapped Gina on
the head with the rolled up papers.  “That means you.  So I would treat her with respect, or this could become a daily,
perhaps an hourly, occurrence around here.”

The savagely gleeful anticipation on Chela’s face let him know that she would probably use any infraction of the Luna’s
new rules, intended or not, to inflict pain on Gina and her minions.

“Now shoo.  I have a lunch date.”  Belle waited patiently while Gina and company beat a hasty retreat.

Rick caught one glimpse of the alpha female’s face as she left, and his blood ran cold.  He pulled out his cell and called
Ben.  

“Ben here.”

“Keep an eye out on the females.  Belle just put a verbal smack-down on Gina and the woman looks like she might be
out for blood.”

“Will do.  Enjoy your lunch.”

Rick hung up and made his way over to his Luna, shaking his head at her antics.

“I really don’t like her.”

He took her hand and led her to a seat.  “Don’t worry.  No one would ever be able to tell.”  
Read an Excerpt from Only In My Dreams:

Sarah woke up, grateful that the alarm clock had kept the dream from going any further. She just knew what he’d had
in mind. Another quick, hard fuck followed by yet more rejection. With a sigh she stood and headed into the shower,
stripping as she went. She was still tired. The nap had hardly been what she’d call restful. Damn him, anyway.

She washed quickly and toweled off, pulling her underwear out of the drawer. She didn’t have much time, thanks to
Gabe’s little game. If she had her way the games would end one way or another before the end of this trip.

She wanted her hair and makeup to be perfect tonight, so she’d need to hurry. She had to do her damndest to outshine
the perky female who had her mate’s undivided attention. Dinner was in under an hour and she still needed to catch
the shuttle to Animal Kingdom.

She dressed quickly in the strappy little red sundress and matching sandals, plugged in her blow-dryer, and began
taking care of her short bob, curling the ends under to frame her face. Just as she lifted her brush she noticed the bite
mark on her neck. She turned the dryer off and leaned in closer to get a better look.

“Rat bastard.” It wasn’t the first time he’d marked her in a dream. Light hand prints had shown up more than once on
her backside, hickeys on her shoulder blades and breasts, and now this. It was nice and dark too, and right where
anyone could see it. The first time it had happened she’d been freaked out. Now, she was just annoyed.
It took her a while, but she finally got it covered with makeup. How do I explain to people a dream hickey, anyway?
Shaking her head she started the dryer up again. If she didn’t hurry she’d be late, and it would all be Gabe’s fault.



It rained of course. What else could you expect in Florida in April? Hell, at least it had helped get rid of the unfulfilled
hard-on he’d been sporting since his dream of Sarah had been interrupted. He didn’t even have the heart to be pissed
about the aborted dream; seeing her there had been more than worth it. His Puma was actually growly again, something
he hadn’t thought he’d miss until it was gone. He got to the restaurant before the worst of the rain hit, so he wasn’t too
soaked. Still, the damp clothing and the cold air conditioning was sending shivers down his spine and pulling up goose
bumps on his arms.

He thought he was the first one there until he spied Emma shopping. He smiled as he caught Max’s wince, but Emma’s
laughter pulled her mate to her like a magnet to iron.

He watched them, so happy together, and wondered if he and Sarah would ever be that happy. The dream this
afternoon had disturbed him on more than one level. Sarah’s defiance had startled him, turned him on, and hurt him,
all at the same time. Her pain had struck him deep, made him question his decisions like never before, even more than
seeing her with Jim had. The only thing he could come up with was that his Puma was bound and determined to have
him finally claim her as his own.

Even in dreams she’d never argued with him like that before. He’d been telling his dream of her the truth. He couldn't
bring himself to lie to her, even there. He hadn’t slept with Chloe. He hadn’t been with a woman in almost a year other
than her, and that was only when he was asleep! How could she think for even a second that he would betray their
bond that way? The pain in her eyes had been too much for him to bear, and when she’d told him he didn’t have her
any longer, he’d nearly broken down and ended his torment, marking her for all to see as his, if only in his own mind.

He had to stop this. He had to remember that they were only dreams, or that pain he’d seen in her would drive him mad.

Why had his dream of her accused him of infidelity? That really bothered him. Was he secretly attracted to Chloe? He
tried to picture kissing her and shuddered in revulsion.

Nope. That isn’t it. The thought of touching any female flesh but Sarah’s was revolting. So why did Dream Sarah accuse
me of that? What was his subconscious trying to tell him? Could his closeness with Chloe be the root of his problems with
Sarah? But why?

He shook his head and wondered what Sarah’s dreams were like. How did he act in them? Did he bring her flowers and
candy? Did he make sweet, gentle love to her? Did they argue constantly? One thing was for sure. He very much
doubted he spanked her until she came!

He stopped, stunned by a single, horrifying thought. What if she doesn’t dream of me at all?

He heard Sarah’s tinkling laughter and turned towards the entrance of the restaurant, compelled to catch a glimpse of
her. She was shaking water out of her hair, giggling up at the walking dead man beside her. She was soaked through,
her short red sundress clinging to her curves in a way guaranteed to raise the blood pressure of any male who wasn’t
gay, showing off legs Gabe had felt wrapped around his waist more than once. Gabe stepped forward, instinctively
looking for a way to shield his mate from other men’s eyes.

Before he could reach her Jim lead her right over to the towels and began gently drying her off. “Don’t worry about it,
sweetheart, I’ll just buy it for you.”

“Thank you, Jim.” She gazed up at the soon-to-be corpse with affection. Affection that rightfully belonged to him. When
Jim’s towel-covered hands drifted dangerously close to her cleavage Gabe snarled, unable to hold himself back a
second longer.

That’s it. Dickhead’s gonna find out what that towel tastes like.

The towel lifted just enough to reveal the side of Sarah’s neck, halting Gabe in his tracks. His entire being was focused
on the mark on her neck.

The mark he’d put there not two hours before.

He stared at it, wondering what the fuck was going on. How the hell was that possible? He hadn’t actually bitten her! It
had been a fucking dream, for God’s sake!

She caught him staring at her. Her expression turned wary, and her hand moved up to cover the mark.

He caught her gaze with his own, trapping her, mentally demanding answers she couldn’t possibly give him.
When her eyes lowered submissively, he nearly cursed out loud. His cock twitched, his erection growing to painful
proportions behind his jeans despite their cold dampness.

She’d somehow been there in his dreams, in his arms, writhing on his cock, every damn night for months. And she'd
done everything he’d asked of her.

She blushed, pulling back, away from him and closer to the man who was going to become cat chow.

Gabe felt the purr of his puma, a feral sound one that he’d become familiar with over the last few months. Oh, hell no,
baby. You can try to run, but I will hunt you down. And when I do I’m going to have a few things to say about your relationship
with Dr. Deadman.

You’re mine.
"Dana Marie Bell brings the reader into a wonderful world that you never want to leave. Full of Alpha Males and the loves of
their lives this story is a great read." Four and a half cherries, Whipped Cream Reviews.

"This short novel is a fast-paced drama that will keep my readers glued to their seats until the very end." Five Stars, Night
Time Romance Reviews.

"Whether they walk in dreams together or are burning up the sheets, car seats, restaurants heck anywhere they run into
each other Gabe and Sarah are creating a heat wave that will save you on your heating bill for sure." Five Dragons, Veiled
Secrets Reviews.
"Just when I thought the HALLE PUMA series couldn’t get any better, it does!"  5 blue ribbons, Romance Junkies

"I truly love this latest addition to the Halle Pumas Series. Ms. Bell is bringing sexy back with Rick and Belle’s story."  Five
stars, NightTime Romance Reviews

"Laugh-out-loud funny and filled with characters who never stop moving (even if it’s just their mouths) this is one paranormal
you won’t soon forget!"  Romance Reviews Today
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