Release Blitz: Prowl by Cara Dee
Prowl | Cara Dee
The Game #12
Release Date: March 28th, 2023
Blurb
The vacation is over for the four men you met in Apex Predator, and now it’s time for Ty and Walker to be on the prowl to secure their happily ever afters.
What do you do when you come home from a vacation that changed your life?
Walker McKenna was finally back with his husband and beloved submissive, Macklin. They had their work cut out for them, and they were ready. Walker had spent four years trying to get over the love of his life, and it just wasn’t happening. He couldn’t go back to that life-sucking void of an existence.
But that didn’t mean his new path was paved with roses and unwavering confidence. When the ghosts of past hurt and insecurities grabbed hold of both men, Walker had to go on a hunt once more—and this time was different. This time, he found support in a new friend. A man with a fresh take on life, devilish charm, and a mission of his own.
Ty Madison returned home to DC and the blizzard of the year. He had one goal. To make Lane his—permanently. Ty couldn’t just write off the insane week they’d shared down south as a vacation fling. They belonged together.
But before he went after the young man, who had his reasons for avoiding attachments at all costs, they had a storm to weather, and Ty found himself alone in his house with Walker. A man with insight, incredible charisma, and troubles of his own.
Maybe some missions were best executed as a team.
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The Game Series is a BDSM series where romance meets the reality of kink. Sometimes we fall for someone we don’t match with, sometimes vanilla business gets in the way of kinky pleasure, and sometimes we have to compromise and push ourselves to overcome trauma and insecurities. No matter what, one thing is certain. This is not a perfect world—and maybe that’s why the happily ever after feels so good.
Excerpt
Walker McKenna
“Let’s not buy Macklin’s false confidence either,” Ty murmured. “We’re coming for them.”
A shudder ran through me, and I nodded once.
“I’m gonna give Macklin the day to think things over,” I decided. “If he doesn’t fess up about what’s wrong, I’ll show him tomorrow.”
“It’s a plan.” He kissed my cheek, and when he backed away again, the devil seeped into his eyes. “You grew up in the South, so you must’ve seen your share of snakes in your day.”
My eyebrows flew up. “Uh, sure. Yeah.”
“Well, plenty of them have their ways of attracting prey…”
Okay, he had my attention. “I’m listenin’.”
He smirked. “It’s time to drop some bait for the boys and see what sticks.”
Macklin McKenna
Walker grinned faintly and adjusted his cuff links. “You’re going to make this as difficult for me as you can, aren’t you?”
I smiled innocently and shrugged. “You can’t blame me for wanting you close when everything’s so unsettled.”
Sympathy bled into his expression, and he closed the distance between us and kissed my forehead. “How can I ease your worries?”
His question was genuine, so I didn’t respond with a joke. I didn’t tell him to make my home his for the next month either. That was what I wanted, not necessarily what I needed. Or we needed.
I peered up at him and kissed his chin. “You’re already doing it. I’m just being neurotic.”
Since we’d split up, I’d run in the opposite direction of rules and boundaries. But with him, I craved them. I missed the framework of a relationship.
Something was missing.
Ty Madison
“You okay, darlin’?”
Lane fired a quick smirk, but it was too forced. “Don’t ask me that.” A beat later, his eyes welled up, and he looked away again.
I didn’t know what to fucking do. I didn’t understand why this had to be so difficult. It pained me to see him torture himself that way—and it fucked with my head because he didn’t strike me as someone who put himself down for kicks. He was so strong and confident in other ventures in his life.
Had someone pushed him to close himself off? Had he been hurt? Had someone he’d loved shown too little patience about his mental health issues?
Back in my day, these conditions hadn’t had names. And I wasn’t that old. I just thought…while we had a ways to go in the awareness department, we’d still made incredible strides in the past ten, fifteen years. ADHD wasn’t a rare disorder nobody had heard of anymore.
“Get over here, Lane.” I took another swig of my coffee before I set it down on the desk.
He shuffled closer with reluctance rolling off him. I didn’t care. The second he was within reach, I grabbed him by his shirt and hauled him in for a tight hug. I finally got my arms around him good and proper, and I pressed my lips to the side of his head.
He sniffled and hugged my midsection loosely.
Lane Sawyer
“Ty and I aren’t a thing.” I furrowed my brow. “We hooked up in Florida. That’s all. And now that Macklin is back with Walker, our dynamic will change a little bit. We’re each other’s secondary, I guess you can say.”
We hooked up in Florida. That’s all.
Listen to my bullshit.
No need to mention that Ty invaded my dreams at night and made me wake up in a whole bondage setup of grief and longing.
Also no need to mention that I had no choice in the matter. Ty still didn’t know I’d once dated his daughter.
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About The Author
I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.
There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly.
Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve.
I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.
Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.
I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, cooking, baking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and family, too. But mostly, I just love to write.
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