Blog Tour ~ A Chance With His Alpha by Ava Beringer ~ Excerpt, Teasers, Giveaway!
A paranormal welcome to the Blog Tour for A Chance With His Alpha by Ava Beringer~ I am delighted to be part of the tour, this book sounds very cute and adorable and I would love to check it out.
For today’s post I got a ton of fun things for you. Like teasers, an excerpt, a giveaway, and of course book/author information!
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I’m having a baby with my best friend to save the family business. He’s NOT in love with me. Is he?
Channarong Saithong, omega tiger shifter, only has time for two things; running his family’s restaurant, and pining after his best friend since the third grade, hot and playful alpha wolf Tristan Bolder. Pine is all he can do; Tristan wants them to be together for life, but only as best friends and bachelors. When a tragedy befalls the family, Channarong’s conniving uncle resurrects an ancient law to steal the business for himself. The only way to stop him is to…have a baby? There’s only one person Channarong wants this baby with. Tris agrees to help, but in saving his family’s business, will Channarong sacrifice his heart?
Tristan Bolder is a carefree, fun-loving alpha wolf, content to goof off forever with his best friend Channarong by his side. Who needs a mate, right? But when Channarong comes to him desperate for help, with a proposition that will turn Tristan’s world upside down, he can’t say no. Now he’s got a baby on the way, an evil uncle to ward off, and no way to tell his best friend about the new-found feelings for him. What’s an alpha to do?
Can Channarong save the family business? Can Tristan step up to protect what he loves? Can making a family bring out the truth of their love, and bring them together once and for all?
This is the second book in the Seven Corner Shifters series. Reading book one isn’t necessary to enjoy this story, but it is strongly recommended. This book has a HEA and contains occasional strong language, MPREG, and hot, spicy grownup stuff. The omegas are heating up and the alphas are very knotty boys.
Ava Beringer is a major-league nerd who started off writing fanfiction and fell in love with mpreg and omegaverse. She loves to heat up a slick omega and a knotty alpha. By day she’s a good thirty-something midwestern girl, but she has a dark side. Okay, not really. She’s as bubbly as champagne but she can be pretty darn cheeky when you get her going.
She’s an aspiring digital nomad who’s traveled to thirty-two countries and counting. If she’s lucky, a cat will adopt her along the way.
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“You said you’d do whatever it took to help me. You promised.” Channarong stroked my hair softly with his free hand. I groaned. I did promise. I told him I’d fix it, no matter what it took. His shoulders drooped. His face crumpled with heartbreak and I couldn’t stand it. “I’m sorry. It’s wrong for me to pressure you into this kind of help. Should I find somebody else, then?”
Channarong having a baby by some unknown alpha? Tied to them forever? Tied to them, like, knotted?
“I said, hell no!” I barked. He’s mine. I checked myself, calmed my racing heart and flaring temper. “No,” I said softer, trying for a teasing smile. “If you need a sperm donor, hot stuff, it might as well be me.”
He lit up, shuffling on my desk, making his quads tighten and flex and his thyme scent stronger. “So we’re having a baby together. And we’ll still be bros? Bachelors together forever, like you said? Just with a cute mini-me.”
“Damn. That sounds really good, actually.” Better than it should for such a crazy idea, but I was about to hit the big three-oh. I wanted to settle down and have a couple of sprouts at some point. Why not have a little one with my best friend? We knew each other better than anybody and we’d make a great team.
His scent was overwhelming. Every ounce the Channarong I’d always known, laced with hints of receptivity.
“So, uh,” I chuckled nervously. We were still all up in each other’s bubbles, still holding hands. Channarong still had no pants on and my brain was fuzzy, struggling to process logical thoughts. “You got a turkey baster ready?”
Channarong bit his lip, looking down at the floor, waving a hand in front of himself, as if I needed to be reminded of his beautiful body right there and how he wanted to give it to me. At least for the moment. “I was thinking we could do it the old-fashioned way. Fast. Convenient. Free.”