Excerpt From “Damon” in Moonscape Book 10 of the Insatiable Werewolf series


This is chapter 1 of “Damon.” It’s a work in progress and there will be changes made before it’s published. Since you signed up for my email, I thought you would like to read what I’m working on next. Look for it in January, 2017. Remember most of my books are for adults 18 and over. If you have comments, suggestions, or inquirers, you can contact me at:  rachelerice04@gmail.com

I’m always interested in your comments concerning my books. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

  “You can’t treat Saadia like your bitch. She deserves a better man than you.”

“I’m not a man. I’m a werewolf. Or have you forgotten dear brother,” Tracker said as he stepped closer to Damon looking him in the eyes trying to provoke him, reminding him of his status in the family as a beta.

“You’re not even a good werewolf. Look at you,” Damon snapped. “No amount of riding that motorcycle and dressing in those black leathers will make you a man or werewolf.” He flung Tracker’s leather jacket across the room where it rested on the limestone floor.

Tracker’s eyes followed the jacket. He loved that jacket. When Damon touched his jacket it was as if he laid hands on him. Tracker took that as an insult. Damon wanted it to be just that.

“If you’re searching for something you’ve missed it,” Damon said with loud emphasis. “You had your chance with Saadia. Now I want a chance to make her happy.”

Damon stepped back realizing he’s wrong. Not seeking a confrontation but he was just pissed. Damon was never one to run from an argument or fight, however, this is different. They are full grown werewolves. When they were pups, the only thing that might have occurred would be a wounded ego or torn ear.

“What?” Tracker replied in a threatening stance. His legs wide his eyes steely blue.  He stepped up to Damon meeting him eye to eye with a furrowed brow. This time Damon didn’t give ground.

Tracker’s eyes boiling with anger. His nostrils flaring. Damon could hear Tracker grit his teeth and smell Tracker’s breath.

“You want to fuck Saadia?” Tracker said laughing. “That’s what you want little brother. You want to fuck her. Have her bend over so you can take her from behind. The way no human female will give it to you. The way I can get it from her? ”

Damon shuddered with contempt. He flexed his hands. His breathing grew loud.

Turning his back still laughing at Damon, Tracker strode to the fridge, opened it, and looked around for something to eat. He found fresh lamb. Picking up a leg, he took a large bite. The blood dripped on the counter. He reached for a paper towel and wiped his mouth and then the counter. Then he watched at Damon as sweat dropped from his nose. It was a sign that he was angry. Downright pissed at Tracker and Tracker knew it and shot him a wide grin and chuckle.

“Did you get a boner every time you got near her thinking about putting your cock in her? Well dream on little brother. You’ll never get a chance to smell her. She’s mine.”

Damon stood glaring at Tracker wanting to walk away but his pride wouldn’t let him.  Would he admit to Tracker something that had been obvious to everyone but Saadia? No he wouldn’t be pulled into Tracker’s game. He calmed and took a deep breath. Tracker would enjoy him admitting he wished he could sleep with her, and make love to her outside under the stars and in listening distance of Tracker.

Damon wished Saadia would give him a chance where he could punish Tracker for his arrogance and ill treatment of her. Make Tracker work for Saadia for once.

“I see it in your eyes. You don’t have to admit it,” Tracker said breaking into another round of laughter. “You can’t fuck her because she won’t let you,” Tracker said his voice energetic and every time he took a bite of food he let out a chuckle and watched at Damon squirming.

“I don’t want to fuck her. I want to make love to her.” Tracker stopped chewing on the lamb.

“You would. Have you used that brain for anything other than to interfere in everyone’s life?” Tracker laid the half eaten leg on the counter, leaned forward and peered at Damon.

“Unlike you, I don’t use my dick for my brain,” Damon said. And Damon stepped away from Tracker.

1 month Free Subscription at Scribd and Oyster, and read on your Kindle Fire, IPad, Nook, IPhone

Discover Rachel E Rice’s  books on Scribd  for free for one month, start reading them now. If you like the service, you pay $8.95  the next month for the subscription fee. The books can be read on most EReaders or from your computers. For example, Kindle Fire, IPad, Android, IPhone, or  Nook.

Try my recent published Insatiable Series  book 1 2 3, and my standalone novel One Desire.

You have a choice of my books because I write in different genres, from contemporary romance, to historical romance, to erotic romance, to science fiction. You can discover different  worlds with my books, or the world of other authors. Read free for a month and you decide. Happy Holidays.

Furthermore, Oyster is offering a free trial for a month, afterwards you pay $9.95. Sign up with name and email address or with Facebook.

Book 1, 2, 3,  Paranormal Romance Available where all eBooks are sold.


New Adult


Amazon  Scribd   Barnes and Noble    


Chapter 1 from: “A Werewolf’s Wedding” by Rachel E Rice

Insatiable 3

Available now on Amazon   Scribd

If you want to be notified of my latest books go to my blog at: http://www.rachel-e-rice.com or sign up for my newsletter this is book # 3 in the Insatiable Series. Book #1 Insatiable: The Lone Werewolf Finds His Mate Book #2 Insatiable: A Werewolf’s Hunger Book # 3 A Werewolf’s Wedding


Chapter 1

The sun rose and set, a month passed, and the snow still fell hard and soft, preventing Adrienne, her babies and Lycell from returning to the ranch. The twin pups were strong now and well fed with the help of Lycell. Adrienne didn’t recognize him. The once demanding, indifferent, and excessively sexual Lycell had materialized into a loving and caring uncle if not a potential mate. He fought a fierce werewolf who threatened to make her his sexual slave. He came to Adrienne’s rescue when she needed him the most.

Where was Wilder? Where was the lone werewolf? The father to her pups, who had convinced her that she could do this. That she could love his brothers and birth all their pups. Had he abandoned her when he realized that he didn’t want to share her?

Adrienne finally convinced herself it was like being a surrogate, but more intimate. Now she was committed to this life.

“I think they are strong enough to travel to the ranch. Spring is approaching and it’s time to go,” Lycell said placing the pups in the bed and covering them with soft fur pelts. He walked and lay beside Adrienne to keep her warm, holding her in his arms, gazing at her, his love deepened and intensified with each movement of her body.

“Why can’t we just stay here a little longer?” Adrienne said looking into his deep brown eyes. “I’m not ready to go.” She never imagined she would want to remain in that cave, and with Lycell. Adrienne glanced at him lying near her with her head laying on his warm strong chest. Moving closer, the fire ignited in Adrienne, her mind conflicted. How did she come to feel this way? She questioned herself.

Lycell’s movement in the bed excited her skin causing chills to rise. His chiseled face, hard and beautiful. His body cut with muscles in his arms and chest, the likes of Wilder, yet her body received a different signal from Lycell. A raw, rough sensual presence, which could break erotic barriers and cross all sexual boundaries.

Time passed and both she and Lycell changed. Once a callous young girl thinking of makeup, her next boyfriend, and now look at her. A woman with children or pups. It didn’t matter what they were, she loved them and she loved the father and uncle to the pups. Lycell turned facing Adrienne drawing her closer into his strong muscular warm arms. Eyeing her every movement and her body, thinking about what will be. Adrienne’s fingers trailed along his chest. Their mouths came together like magnets. One positive, one negative.

“We can’t, we have to get back. Drayton must be catching hell with Wilder. I left the ranch without explanation because I was crazed, out of my mind because that werewolf abducted you, and I was afraid he would do things to you before I caught up with him. I didn’t have time to tell Drayton where I was going,” Lycell said, passing his hand over Adrienne’s flowing hair pushing it to the side, then holding her face in his hands tentatively gazing in her eyes.

“He had to have known that you were looking for me,” Adrienne said stretching and hoping the pups would still sleep until she and Lycell talked. All they did that day was smile and kiss. This was something new to Lycell. He didn’t know how to act. He wasn’t himself. Hell he didn’t know who he was anymore.

A human, a werewolf?

Pressing his body to Adrienne, Lycell made a sigh. Then gazing at her he said, “I want you. Is it safe to be with you? I don’t know about such things. I don’t want to impregnate you before you have a chance to know me. I want to take you places and show you my world.”

Who is this person? Adrienne found herself wondering and thinking. She was afraid when they left the confines of the cave, her whole world would change, and she would lose him as she had felt the loss of Wilder. She was eager to see her beloved lone wolf again but she was also enthralled with Lycell. Who would have guessed that this could happen? Certainly not Lycell.

“We had better get started now before the twins wake,” Lycell said preparing to stand. Adrienne reached for his arms and drew him to her, where he felt the warmth and softness of her. His manhood throbbed from the need and desire to claim her. She felt him eager and erratic as a summer storm thundering and overpowering everything in its path.

He eased over her and placed his hands between her legs. The softness of her skin excited him and she slowly opened her legs, exposing herself to him, exposing her need for him. He explored her opening with his gentle strong hands and fingers. He felt the heat and wetness. The feel of her insides hardened his manhood and it pulsed. Adrienne felt all of him.

She reached unapologetic, taking it in her hand. He questioned with his eyes, but she guided it and he penetrated her deep until she felt full. His large manhood, hard, excruciatingly painful gave her intense pleasure. His gentle movements, belied who Lycell is on the outside. It was their first time. But it wouldn’t be their last. He knew it and she knew it as their bodies crashed together.

Lycell’s moans of pleasure, echoed from the cave, passed the mountain range, and settled in Wilder’s ears.