Posted on February 6, 2015 by Nadene @ Totally Addicted to Reading in Reviews / 2 Comments

Craved by an
Alpha, the fifth book in New York Times
best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Eternal Mates, is
now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a
FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website and sharing sneak peeks of the book.

Find out how to enter the Craved by an Alpha international
giveaway (ends February 8th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25
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about Craved by an Alpha, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance

Felicity Heaton

Having turned his
back on his snow leopard pride, Cavanaugh has been counting the days until he’s
free of a role he never wanted—one that separated him from his fated female and
stands between him and the future he craves with her.

Just days from the
night he will finally be free to be with the low-ranking beauty who stole his
heart, she walks back into his life and threatens to destroy everything he’s
worked towards in the five long years they’ve been apart.
Eloise has travelled
across continents searching for the male who was once her best friend and so
much more to her, but was now her pride’s true alpha. Desperate to fulfil a
promise to her kin to save them from the tyrant he left in charge, she
convinces Cavanaugh to return to his pride, but as they journey to Bhutan,
doubts bloom and old feelings resurface, tearing her between duty and her
deepest desires and impossible dreams.
Will Eloise be able to
resist the burning need that Cavanaugh reignites in her and remember her place
in the pride? And can Cavanaugh find a way to save his kin and claim the future
craves with the woman he loves?
Craved by an
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Craved by an Alpha – Excerpt
Eloise stood in an expansive pale-walled
room in the presence of her alpha, fighting to stop herself from looking at him
and drinking in the sight of him as she wanted to. She had thought that she
would be ready to see Cavanaugh again when she had heard that he worked at this
nightclub in the heart of London.
She had been wrong.
He was as handsome as she remembered, maybe
even more so now. The angular strong line of his cut jaw framed a face with
intense stormy eyes and sculpted cheekbones, and the most profane mouth she had
ever seen on a male. His sensual lips curved wickedly beneath his straight
nose. The sight of him had her heart pounding and her palms sweating, and she
had to keep reminding herself that he was the alpha of their pride.
A male far above her now.
He had been her friend once. Her best
He had been more than that too.
They had been close for her entire life,
and nearly eighty years into that friendship, around a decade ago, they had
become more than friends. He had started visiting more often and had started
looking at her differently, with hungry eyes that had awakened the true depths
of her feelings for him.
She had been deeply aware of him whenever
he had been around her, every stolen glance and smile, every innocent brush of
their bodies. He had been approaching one hundred, the time of sexual maturity
for snow leopard shifters, and she had known it was affecting him, because
being around him had affected her. It had lured her to him and she had been
powerless to resist.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, it hadn’t
ended well for her.
She wasn’t sure now that it had ended well
for him either.
She had been angry when he had left, but
she had understood his motivation for doing it. He had tired of the constant
fight to hold on to the pride.
Stellan had returned three years into
Cavanaugh’s reign as alpha and had constantly challenged him. They had come to
blows several times but Cavanaugh had always won, and the battles had never
been as drawn out and brutal as the night Stellan had driven Cavanaugh from the
Cavanaugh hadn’t returned, and even though
it had hurt her, she understood why he had remained away. He had thought the
pride was in better hands, but he was wrong.
His gaze bore into her but she kept her
eyes on her worn boots.
They were about to fall apart. She felt as
if she might join them. She was weary, bone-deep tired. All she really wanted
to do was curl up somewhere and sleep, to rest as he had offered. It would be
nice to sleep somewhere safe for once, without having to try to rest with one
part of her alert and ready for anything.
She couldn’t stop now though. She had been
scouring the world for him for two years, driven by a need to find him and
bring him back to the pride. Her promise had kept her going through every cold
night when she had been too afraid to sleep and every day when she had been so
hungry she had wanted to cry.
Her promise and the thought of seeing him
The moment she had set eyes on him,
standing behind the bar of the nightclub, his white shirt and wild silver hair
him stand out beneath the coloured lights, all of her strength had
She had found herself on the brink of
collapse, suddenly aware of how tired, hungry and weak she was.
Suddenly, painfully, aware of everything
she had been through since leaving the pride, and everything that she had
endured before that, when she had been in the village.
She wanted to give in to him and collapse
into his arms and let him be strong for her, ached with a need to feel them
around her and breathe him in, to feel him against her and know that he was
real. It really was Cavanaugh standing before her, looking at her with concern
in his beautiful stormy eyes.
She needed him to hold her and hold her
together at the same time until she had found her feet.
But she couldn’t.
She was weak right now and she wouldn’t be
able to find the strength to place the necessary distance between them
She had to hold herself back and deny the
deep needs running through her.
She wasn’t here for only her sake and she
had to remember that. People were counting on her to bring Cavanaugh back to
the pride. She had promised the others that she would. She had sworn that she
knew him well enough that she could find him, and she had. They believed in
her, were depending on her and on Cavanaugh, and she wouldn’t fail them, even
though part of her didn’t want him to return to the role of alpha.
She had missed him.
She had been missing him for ten years.
She had thought about leaving the pride to
find him before, but her mother had been there. Her friends too. Leaving had
been a frightening prospect, until Stellan had begun abusing his rights and had
announced his plans. Then, staying had become frightening and leaving had been
her only hope of helping her kin, and saving herself.
Eloise risked a glance at Cavanaugh. He
smiled at her and she realised that he was more handsome now. She hadn’t seen
him smile like that, the warmth of it filling his dark grey eyes, for almost a
decade. It made her feel awful. He had found his smile again in this place, far
from their homeland and free from the pride and the struggles of being an
Here she was trying to force him to come
back with her, when he was close to being free of his position.
His attempts to delay her had confirmed her
Pride rules stated that if an alpha
remained out of the boundaries of the village for five years, their role would
pass to another. Stellan had challenged Cavanaugh, had defeated him, but had
failed to kill him. Cavanaugh still held the status of pride alpha. Stellan could
only call himself their alpha, and he had ensured no one would dare stand up to
him by killing the first three males who had tried.
“Will you return with me?” she said,
needing an answer, because she was wasting precious time.
After discovering where he was, she had
checked the flights out of London in an internet café. There was a flight
tomorrow to New Delhi that would connect with a flight to Paro International
Airport in Bhutan.
They needed to be on those flights.
She hated what she was doing, but she
didn’t want Cavanaugh to fight. She needed to convince him to come with her now
and not allow him to delay her. The part of her that didn’t want to hurt him by
forcing him to return to the pride before it passed to Stellan warred with the
part that couldn’t bear the thought of seeing him fight again. If Stellan
became the alpha, Cavanaugh would have to fight and kill Stellan to free the
pride from his tyranny.
If she could convince Cavanaugh to return
now, while he was still their alpha, Stellan would have to stand down because
Cavanaugh would have the entire pride on his side.
“I will go back with you,” he said and
relief beat through her, lasting only as long as it took for him to speak
again. “I have a few things I have to tie up here, and I need to get leave to
go. You can stay here while I take care of them and maybe I can show you around
London? You’ve always wanted to see it.”
Her hope faded again and she frowned down
at her boots, fighting the anger rising swiftly within her. He was stalling
her. He meant to make her wait until the five years were up and then he would
have to fight. Her gut clenched, churning as she thought about him locked in
battle with Stellan, and her blood turned to ice but burned like an inferno at
the same time. Every instinct she possessed, every feeling she had for him,
demanded she keep pushing him until he agreed to go back with her.
“It’ll be like old times.” Those five words
were a temptation that she found difficult to resist.
She wanted things to be like old times, but
she couldn’t have it happen at the expense of the pride and everyone waiting
for her.
For him.
She couldn’t have it happen at the expense
of Cavanaugh’s safety.
The thought of him fighting turned her
stomach over again and she fought the memories that bombarded her, a bloody
replay of his last battle against Stellan.
She had to make him listen to her, and make
him understand what was happening, and that meant she had to tell him something
that she had hoped to avoid mentioning. She didn’t want to hurt him by telling
him everything that had been happening, because she knew he would feel
responsible, but she could no longer avoid it. Her only chance of convincing
him to leave on the next available flight was to say things straight, no matter
how much they hurt him.
“I’m going without you then.” She spoke to
her boots at first, but the fire burning in her veins became too hot for her to
deny and she lifted her head and looked him in the eye, because she needed to
see her words striking their mark and know he would save the pride. “Cavanaugh…
your pride needs you… if you don’t return… he has been making full use of the
pride rules. When he ascends to the role of alpha, when you hand it to him, he
intends to take every unmated female in the pride, whether they are willing or
His dark stormy eyes slowly widened and
then narrowed, his silver-white eyebrows dropping low above them.
“Including me.” She looked away from him
when he snarled, baring sharp fangs, and the centres of his irises turned
She closed her eyes.
“If you don’t help me… I’m not sure what
will happen to me or the others.”
His hands clamped down on her shoulders,
his grip firm and speaking of his strength, and she wanted to step into his
arms and have him hold her again, as he used to, back before her entire world
had crumbled around her.
“Eloise,” he husked and she refused to look
at him.
She couldn’t when her mind was locked on
the things that Stellan had in store for her and the other females, things that
made her skin crawl and made her want to do something drastic.
Something terrible.
Taking her own life would be favourable
over having that vile male touching her and using her body against her will.
“Eloise?” Cavanaugh’s deep voice curled
around her, the warmth of it chasing back her dark thoughts, and she tensed as
he tried to draw her into his arms.
She couldn’t.
No matter how much she wanted to be in
He growled, released her and paced away.
She opened her eyes and tracked him as he took swift strides across the
concrete floor, scrubbing his hand over the soft spikes of his silver-white
hair. Silver shone in his eyes as he muttered to himself, his agitation clear
to her in his scent.
“Please, Cavanaugh… it has to be now.”
He stopped and looked across at her, a
myriad of emotions playing out in his grey eyes, feelings that conflicted and
collided with each other. She was tearing him apart with what she was asking,
and she hated herself for it, but she couldn’t leave the other females and the
pride to fend for itself. She never wanted to cause him pain, because it hurt
her too, made her ache when she saw it in his eyes, but she couldn’t give up
until he had agreed and they were heading for Bhutan.
“Wait here,” he said and strode back
towards the door they had entered through.
Where was he going?
She debated it and then disobeyed him,
bending his order a little to accommodate her curiosity. She would remain in
the room, interpreting it as the here he had mentioned. He yanked the door open
and she caught it before it closed and scanned the dark club for him. The music
was obnoxiously loud and the colourful lights blinded her. She couldn’t
understand how he could work in this place, but he did seem to like it here.
This place had become his home.
She spotted him directly to her left,
talking to the sandy-haired male behind the bar. They were almost the same
height, and wore the same white shirt with their trousers, but the other male
seemed gloomy. He slid his golden eyes towards her and said something to
Cavanaugh. Cavanaugh looked back at her over his wide shoulders and huffed.
She ducked back into the room where she was
meant to be waiting. What was he doing? Gaining permission to leave? It seemed
odd that he had to do such a thing. He was a pride alpha, but here he was
nothing more than serving staff.
Was this the sort of life he had wanted for
He had always seemed happiest during the
years when his father had ruled and he’d had few responsibilities. He had been
as happy with that simple life as she had been.
She could see the appeal of this place for
him. Serving people drinks. Meeting people. Exchanging stories. He had little
responsibility here. It was a world away from the pride village and his life
It took her back to those happier years
they had shared, when all they had done was complete their tasks for the day
before meeting up and hiking in the mountains, climbing, or just lazing by the
fire and talking about the world beyond the village.
She had loved those days the most, when the
snow swirled thickly outside the windows of his home and he had laid close to
her on the furs in front of his fireplace, his back against the couch, his grey
eyes filled with light and a sparkle as he recounted his tales of his travels.
He had smiled constantly, but there had been times when he had looked into her
eyes and it had faded, and she had been deeply aware of him.
As a male.
A beautiful and powerful man.
She closed her eyes and could almost smell
the smoke of the fire. She could almost hear the rich timbre of his laughter
whenever she had leaned closer to him, amusing him with her eagerness to hear
more about the places he had been. She could almost feel the intensity of his
gaze during those times when they would both fall silent and look into each
other’s eyes, the world around them dropping away.
She could almost feel the soft whisper of
his fingers across her cheek and the electric thrill of the first time his lips
had brushed hers.
The door opened again, a brief blast of
noise assaulting her just as she had grown used to the muted sounds of the club
beyond the thick door. She turned on her heel to face Cavanaugh, a wave of heat
scalding her cheeks and heart pounding from the sudden intrusion into her
fantasy and the sight of him standing before her.
A dangerously alluring male.
One who made her want to forget all her
pain and her sorrow, shed all of the bad memories and cling to the good ones,
and step into his arms and surrender to him.
Eloise trembled on the brink, filled with a
need to give in to temptation. His grey gaze narrowed on her, a curious but
confused edge to it. She managed to drag her eyes away from him before he could
figure her out and see through her to the conflict that raged inside her.
He huffed and shoved his fingers through
his silver-white hair again.
“All set. Come on.” He grabbed her hand
before she could protest, pulling her along behind him.
His hand was warm on hers. Big. It easily
encompassed her one, making her feel small and a little weak, even though she
was far from that. He had told her countless times that she was a strong
It had made her believe that she was one
worthy of him.
She shoved that memory aside and followed
him up a metal staircase to another floor. He pushed open the first dark wooden
door in the long corridor and held it for her. She passed him, her gaze taking
in the small blue bedroom.
He had somehow managed to squeeze a double
bed into the space on her left, but it hadn’t left much room for his other
furniture. Against the wall to her right stood a wardrobe, a chest of drawers
and then another door. The gap between the furniture and the bed was so narrow
that Cavanaugh had to shuffle sideways through it to reach the small space in
front of that door.
He stopped there, began unbuttoning his
white shirt and had pulled it off over his head before she could look away. Her
mouth went dry as she stared at his back and his powerful arms. He had always
had a fine physique but it was even more breathtaking now, muscular and
defined, speaking to the most feminine part of her that purred in appreciation
of his masculinity before she could get control over it.
He tossed the shirt into an overflowing
basket in the corner of the room beside him, paused and suddenly frowned over
his bare shoulder at her. She pinned her eyes on the dark blue covers of the
bed and fought to stifle the blush that burned up her cheeks. What the hell was
she doing? Besides setting herself up for another broken heart.
“Sit.” He jerked his chin towards the bed
and she obeyed, perching on the edge of the mattress opposite the wardrobe.
“I’ll grab some stuff and hit the shower, and you can use it after me.”
“There’s a flight tomorrow for New Delhi.
It will get us there in time for the connecting flight.” Talking business
seemed like the best way to get her mind off the fact that he was half-naked
and tempting her all over again. She couldn’t give in. No matter how much she
wanted to surrender to the desire for him that had never died.
He paused in the doorway to what she
presumed was the bathroom and looked back at her, his cheeks a little paler
than she remembered. “We’re flying into Paro?”
She nodded and almost smiled when he
grabbed the doorframe to steady himself. She had forgotten how little he liked
the only international airport in Bhutan. Apparently, landings and take-offs
were often a rather hair-raising affair. The strip was short and surrounded by
mountains on all sides. He had told her about it countless times, whenever he
had returned from a trip outside of the country, but she had never seen it
herself. She had used the roads to cross over into India when she had come
looking for him.
He shuddered and disappeared into the
Eloise stared at the door he had left open
when the shower switched on, extremely aware of where she was—in his room, on
his bed.
Alone with him.
Her heart pounded, her awareness of him
increasing as she heard the rustle of his clothes hitting the floor. She idly
stroked her hands over the bed covers, unable to stop herself as she listened
to him. His scent was strong on them, encompassing her. Weakening her. It
filled her senses, a touch of wood smoke, snow and spice. She had missed that
smell. She drew a deep breath of it, pulling it over her teeth to savour it,
and closed her eyes as she listened to him showering.
Each sudden splash of water had her
imagining how it would sluice off his powerful body, cascading over his honed
muscles, rippling down every peak and valley of his torso, and his back. She
shivered and heated inside, losing herself in fantasising about him, the world
around her fading away once more.
Only the feel of his gaze on her brought
her crashing back to Earth.
Her eyes shot open, immediately leaping
straight to him where he stood in the doorway, a white towel slung around his
waist, riding low on his lean hips. Her gaze drank in the delicious sight of
his naked torso and her cheeks heated as she swiftly directed it back to the
He heaved a sigh and she screwed her eyes
shut and tried not to picture him walking around the room, moving so close to
her that they almost touched as he pulled items from his wardrobe. What was she
doing? He had broken her heart once already.
No. He had broken it a thousand times.
It had broken every day that she’d had to
watch him as the pride’s alpha, witnessing the way all the women of status
fawned over him, and how he didn’t turn them away.
It had broken every time he hadn’t looked
at her when she had found the courage to look at him.
It had shattered completely when he had
disappeared into the night, leaving her afraid that he would die from his
injuries somewhere or she would never see him again.
The journey to find him had been long and
treacherous, but she had a feeling that the short journey back to the pride
would feel a hundred times longer and a million times more dangerous.
Here, she felt as if she was in a different
world. Was this how he felt? Did he feel that here the rules didn’t exist? Did
he feel as free as they had been once, long ago?
It was already a struggle to remember that
he was the pride alpha and she was a female without standing, one far beneath
She wasn’t sure how she was going to
survive the next eight days with him, resisting the old feelings that were
coming back to life inside her.
She had to do it though, even if it pained
Even though she knew that each step she
took that brought them closer to the pride was a step further away from what
she truly wanted.
It was a step further away from having him.
Craved by an
Alpha is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple
iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.
Find all the
links, a fantastic 5 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also how to
enter the giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift
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Books in the Eternal Mates paranormal romance series:
About Felicity

Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today
international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books.
In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action,
intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from
dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful
angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara
Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then
you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and
wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong,
powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her
stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that
are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic
Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded
alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and
angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
If you want to know more about Felicity,
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  1. Really loving The Eternal Mates Series, I don't know how Felicity comes up with these stores but glad she does, bring on the next book!