Hi guys, we have Kari Gregg stopping by with her newest release from Riptide Publishing Tame A Wild Human, we have an fantastic excerpt and a fantastic giveaway so enjoy the post and then leave a comment! <3 ~Pixie~ 

 Tame A Wild Human

Kari Gregg

Drugged, bound, and left as bait on the cusp of the lunar cycle, Wyatt Redding is faced with a terrifying set of no-win scenarios. Best case: he survives the coming days as a werewolf pack’s plaything and returns to the city as a second-class citizen with the mark—and protection—of the pack. Worst case: the wolves sate their lusts with Wyatt’s body, then send him home without their protection, condemning him to live out the rest of his short life as a slave to the worst of humanity’s scorn and abuse.

Wyatt’s only chance is to swallow every ounce of pride, bury his fear, and meekly comply with every wicked desire and carnal demand the wolf pack makes of him. He expects three days of sex and humiliation. What he doesn’t expect is to start enjoying it. Or to grow attached to his captor and pack Alpha, Cole.

As the lunar cycle ends, Wyatt begins to realize that the only thing to fear more than being sent home without the pack’s protection is being sent home at all.

Excerpt

Three days. Everyone in the city locked themselves behind fortified doors for the three days the wolves ran freely under the sway of their cursed full moon. Seventy-two hours. Wyatt just had to hold on that long.

Cold sweat slicked him at the snap of twigs and the steady cadence of breathing marking someone’s approach. He froze, still as a statue, hoping Andrew hadn’t left him in an open area, vulnerable to whatever wolf happened to be nearby, but knowing his brother had. The sooner his deflowering and humiliation began, the better from Andrew’s perspective.

He told himself not to panic, not to flinch, to take whatever they dished out to him, to survive, but he shuddered at the brush of hands up his chest, the press of a thankfully still-human nose in the crook of his neck. The stranger sucked in Wyatt’s scent, his touch turning rough as it skated across his shoulder. Wyatt froze, heart pounding madly. Waiting to see what the wolf would do. Then he yelped at the first slash of claws.

The wolf was careful. Wyatt had to give him that much credit, but stoned and ruled by mindless fear, he cried out at the rip of fabric and cringed from scratches as the wolf efficiently shredded Wyatt’s clothing.

“Be still and I won’t hurt you,” the wolf said with a low growl, and slowed to take greater care slicing the cloth. That the beast was preserving the bindings that immobilized Wyatt’s wrists and ankles didn’t occur to him for terrifying minutes. He squirmed a little more, earning a few nicks and cuts when his writhing fouled the wolf’s precise slashes that freed the remains of Wyatt’s trousers.

“Be still!”

Gasping in great gulps of air, Wyatt froze. The wolf removed the rest of Wyatt’s pants and then his underwear by strips. He tugged to pull loose tattered cloth under Wyatt’s bared backside.

He tried not to think about how vulnerable he was, his ass naked in the stony dirt. Just a nudge. That was all it would take. Push Wyatt onto his side and the wolf could shove his cock deep into his untried hole. No action Wyatt could take would prevent that from happening now. Or ever again.

The wolf didn’t rape him, though. Wyatt couldn’t see through the blindfold—God, Andrew was a vicious bastard—but he knew the wolf couldn’t have left him, wouldn’t have gone far. Was he staring at his prize? Reveling in Wyatt’s helplessness? Or deciding how to hurt and humiliate him first?

That question was answered when the wolf pushed him more firmly onto his back, the position uncomfortable with his bound arms stuck underneath. When the wolf had maneuvered Wyatt as he wanted, his touch—ripping claws now retracted—moved to Wyatt’s hips, pressing his ass into the rocks beneath him. A nudge on his thighs spread his legs, presenting his limp cock for the wolf’s inspection. Wyatt whined piteously through the gag. He couldn’t help it, but the wolf didn’t seem to pay that any mind. He held Wyatt splayed and wanton for moments that felt like lifetimes, until Wyatt’s noisy distress quieted.

When Wyatt’s tense muscles relaxed, then—only then—did the wolf react. “Good boy.”

A shiver of dread shot up Wyatt’s spine at the wicked sin in those two words.

Apparently satisfied with his new toy, the wolf lifted off Wyatt, but his relief was short-lived. Wyatt screamed as his doped senses took a chaotic tumble. The wolf heaved him into the air and slung him over what felt like the wolf’s shoulder, barren of fur, thank God. Wyatt’s blood rushed to his head. A fireman’s carry? He shrieked again at the crack of the wolf’s hand on his tender skin and the sudden sting in his ass cheek. “Settle down,” the wolf ordered.

Wyatt wanted to live. Very much. But it still took two more swats on his ass to convince him that wriggling and yelling would only result in displeasing the wolf, who would do what he liked with Wyatt anyway. Frustration burned his eyes behind the blindfold in odd juxtaposition to the burning from the smacks the wolf had landed on his upended ass, but Wyatt wrestled control over his terror. Somehow. He shut up, and when he stopped fighting the wolf, the hand that had abused his ass patted it instead. “Good boy,” the wolf said again.

They sprang forward. Behind his back, Wyatt’s hands clenched. He couldn’t see. The wild tang of the wolf’s scent flooded his nostrils. Leaves and thin twigs whipped his skin as the wolf raced through the woods. Wyatt concentrated on not throwing up or hyperventilating. He focused on doing whatever it took to stay alive.

He wished to God he’d surrendered to Andrew’s demands for more money.

He hoped, when they raped him, that it wouldn’t hurt too much, that he wouldn’t cry or beg.

The wolf finally slowed. The crackle of a campfire blended with the low murmur of others. Wyatt tried to count the voices so he’d at least know how many would fuck him, but he was too quickly distracted by the wolf stroking his ass. The wolf halted and dumped him, unceremoniously, to the ground. For the second time today, he landed on the earth, but this time his fall was cushioned by a thick carpet of grass. The background hum of voices didn’t falter or come closer as the wolf who’d captured him fisted Wyatt’s hair to pull him awkwardly to his knees. The wolf’s claws sliced a corner of the gag near his ear, drawing only a little wet blood. The foul twist of fabric finally fell away.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Wyatt tried to say, but the words came out in a slur, roughened by the dryness of his mouth and the remnants of the sedatives. He worked his jaw to try to relieve some of the ache and tried again. “Please. I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t hurt me.”

“Prove it,” the wolf said. “Lick.”

About Kari

Kari Gregg lives in the mountains of Wild and Wonderful West Virginia with her Wonderful husband and three very Wild children. When Kari’s not writing, she enjoys reading, coffee, zombie flicks, coffee, naked mud-wrestling (not really), and . . . coffee!

• Website: KariGregg.com
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Giveaway

Review

Title: Tame A Wild Human

Author: Kari Gregg

Genre: Paranormal, Alternative World

Length: Novella (80pgs)

ISBN: 978-1-62649-232-5

Publisher: Riptide Publishing (19^th January 2015)

Heat Level: Explicit

Heart Rating: ♥♥♥♥ 4 Hearts

Reviewer: Pixie

Blurb: Drugged, bound, and left as bait on the cusp of the lunar cycle, Wyatt Redding is faced with a terrifying set of no-win scenarios. Best case: he survives the coming days as a werewolf pack’s plaything and returns to the city as a second-class citizen with the mark—and protection—of the pack. Worst case: the wolves sate their lusts with Wyatt’s body, then send him home without their protection, condemning him to live out the rest of his short life as a slave to the worst of humanity’s scorn and abuse.

Wyatt’s only chance is to swallow every ounce of pride, bury his fear, and meekly comply with every wicked desire and carnal demand the wolf pack makes of him. He expects three days of sex and humiliation. What he doesn’t expect is to start enjoying it. Or to grow attached to his captor and pack Alpha, Cole.

As the lunar cycle ends, Wyatt begins to realize that the only thing to fear more than being sent home without the pack’s protection is being sent home at all.

Purchase Link: http://riptidepublishing.com/titles/tame-a-wild-human

Review: Wyatt never thought his brother would be as greedy as to drug him and leave him for the wolves but when he finds himself drugged, bound and left outside the city on the cusp of the lunar cycle he finds out just how unscrupulous his brother really is. Wyatt’s life as he knew it is over, his one chance now for any semblance of life is to earn a rare token from the wolves, returning to the city without one is tantamount to a death sentence. Wyatt has to swallow his pride and submit to the wolves’ lusts, all the wolves’ lusts, and hope that the wolves will be pleased with him. What Wyatt doesn’t expect is to begin to yearn for the touch of one wolf in particular, Cole, the alpha of the pack. Now Wyatt’s fear isn’t of not earning a token, his fear is that he will be sent away from the alpha who has mastered his body.

Well, Kari Gregg has written another story that pushes the boundaries of how we view the paranormal world of wolf shifters, its dark yearning, it’s forbidden and carnal pleasures of the wolves’ natures brought to the forefront to tempt our own dark natures. Wyatt lives in a world where wolf shifters are well known, there’s laws in place for if a person is caught by the wolves and those laws aren’t favourable. Wyatt knows that the life he enjoyed will no longer be his now that his brother has betrayed him for Wyatt’s assets and future wages, his only choice now is to suppress his fear and pride and earn a token that will help to protect him when he returns to the city. The wolves have the three days of the full moon where their lusts run wild, any human they find is theirs to do with as they please for all three days and they can choose to offer their protection or to discard to be treated worse than a slave by the humans.

This is an amazing story that takes shifters back to their natural instincts on every full moon, their needs are met by any human they find and few humans will be protected by the pack. The world we find ourselves in has set rules if a human returns to the city after being caught by wolves, those with a token will be allowed to work but all assets and wages goes to their family and they will be used sexually by a select few. Those who return without a token will be used and abused by anyone who wants to, their lives are effectively over. The wolves use the full moon to find humans who might be suitable to their needs, and only a special few humans meet that need. This isn’t a romance story but it does become a love story of sorts, there’s plenty of hot sex but there is also forced sex and coerced sex, it’s primal, it’s explosive and it’s hot!

Wyatt is a straight guy who falls for his wolf captor, the things the alpha wolf makes him feel overtakes the fear and Wyatt embraces those feelings, welcomes the attention and begins to yearn for more than being returned to the city. Cole, we don’t get to know well, in fact not at all except that he finds that Wyatt meets his needs, we discover that even though the actions of the wolves is primal they are much better than the actions of the humans. I really did like this story, it shows us the natural nature of both the wolves and the humans, Wyatt might have at first worked to earn a token to make his return easier but by the end of the book he wanted that token to prove that he was worthy of Cole.

I recommend this to those who like a more tough type of love story, where human ideals are discarded for natural instincts, where the sex is hot, explicit and just a touch dark and where hope gleams bright through the despair of hopelessness. 

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