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A scorching after-dark anthology featuring Alpha males so hot, so wild, and so bad, they may just be the best you've ever had. . .

Shelly Laurenston
Miss Congeniality

I'm young, good looking, and one day I'll be Alpha Male of my family's Pack. But Professor Irene Conridge acts like I don't even exist. Now ...

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A scorching after-dark anthology featuring Alpha males so hot, so wild, and so bad, they may just be the best you've ever had. . .

Shelly Laurenston
Miss Congeniality

I'm young, good looking, and one day I'll be Alpha Male of my family's Pack. But Professor Irene Conridge acts like I don't even exist. Now she's got enemies coming out of the woodwork and I have to protect her. Of course, it doesn't hurt that while I work to secure her safety, she'll be hanging out at my house--right where I want her.

Cynthia Eden
Wicked Ways

When I hear my sexy new neighbor scream one night, the absolute last thing I expect to see is Miranda Shaw--star of my hottest fantasies--being attacked by a vampire. Too bad for him I'm a badass shifter ready to fight for my fantasies. And Miranda, well, she's so busy watching out for him that she won't see me closing in on her. . .

"Laurenston's characters shine with wit and depth." --Publishers Weekly

"Eden's unsurpassed creativity shines once again!" --Larissa Ione

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  • ISBN-13: 9780758227270
  • Publisher: Kensington
  • Publication date: 4/1/2014
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 478,880
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Originally from Long Island, New York, Shelly Laurenston has resigned herself to West Coast living, which involves healthy food, mostly sunny days, and lots of guys not wearing shirts when they really should be. These days Shelly spends most of her time writing, reading, and, like her heroines, trying to avoid any prison time.

Cynthia Eden is the author of paranormal suspense tales-sensual stories with dark twists. Cynthia has always been intrigued by the supernatural, and she loves to answer "What if" questions in her books. In college, she worked for the school newspaper while she completed her studies in sociology and communication. She freely admits to being a bit of a Lois Lane wannabe. Cynthia lives in the Deep South with her husband and son.

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When He Was Bad

Copyright © 2008 Kensington Publishing Corp.
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ISBN: 978-0-7582-2726-3

Chapter One

"Where do you get those stockings from, doc?" growled Niles Van Holtz, Van to his friends and family. Those stockings, with that one sexy line up the back of each leg, were like something out of a 1940s movie. He bet she wore garters too. Man, the woman drove him absolutely crazy and she didn't even notice.

Cold, brutally pale blue eyes turned and locked on Van. "Ah, yes," she sighed out. "Niles Van Holtz. My night at these charity functions wouldn't be complete without your biting wit and continual obsession with my underclothes."

"Why else do you think I'd drag myself to the science building, of all places, except to see you?"

Van had known a lot of mean women in his time. Coming from a wealthy background filled with lethal predators, he was more surprised to find a nice female than a mean one. But Irene Conridge, PhD several times over and Rhodes Scholar by the time she was fifteen, made mincemeat of them all.

Irene Conridge was what one would call a child prodigy. At least she had been. But at a luscious twenty-five she'd left her "child" anything long behind.

From the time Irene had walked onto the university campus, Van had locked onto her scent and had hunted her relentlessly ever since. She'd been eighteen at the time and Vantwenty. He'd thought she was just another freshman. Or, as his buds had liked to call them, freshmeat. But he'd found out quick enough-when she'd coldly laid into him, leaving him standing speechless in the middle of the Square-that she was actually a guest professor. And a big deal. Ivy League universities all over the country and Europe had fought for her. But, for some unknown reason, she'd taken the job at this small but elite university on the border of Seattle, Washington. She'd turned down Harvard, Yale, MIT, Berkley, Oxford ... all of them.

No one understood it, but Van did. Why go to a big university with a bunch of other former prodigies when you can go to a smaller one and be Head Shit in Charge? Because Irene had gone "small," she ruled. They denied her nothing, gave her whatever she needed, and strove hard to keep her happy. In return, Irene kept the university's name alive in academic circles, had students begging to get into the school so they could enroll in her class-until they actually had to get through one of her classes-and kept the money flowing in. The woman wasn't charming but somehow she dragged money from some of the richest families in the Northwest. His included.

"Besides, I'm only obsessed with your underclothes, doc." He knew she hated when he called her that. "Tell me, do you wear garters under those clothes?"

"Yes," she replied plainly. "I don't like pantyhose. I find them too binding."

Van couldn't help himself; he growled again. Enough that she turned and looked at him directly. "Did you just growl at me?"

"It was much more of a purr."


"Am I?"

"No. You're not. But the fact that a grown man would growl over garter belts is fascinating. I'm sure the psychology department would find you a fascinating test study."

"Sweet talker."

She frowned, and it wasn't a frown of annoyance or concern, but one of deep thought. "Am I? I've been told I'm cold and quite removed."

Van had to try really hard not to laugh. To be honest, he didn't know a colder woman on the planet. Female cavewomen who had been frozen in blocks of ice for millions of years were warmer than Irene. And yet ... he simply couldn't leave her alone.

His sister, who currently floated around the party avoiding anyone who annoyed her, didn't understand his obsession over that "plain girl," as she often called Irene. He'd heard it before. Irene called "plain" or, his personal favorite, "not hideous." But Van didn't know what they were talking about. The woman was absolutely adorable. Black shoulder-length hair that had an out-of-control curl thing going that made him, for some unknown reason, think constantly of sweaty, rough sex. Full lips he'd seen in more than one wet dream over the years and a regal nose. A long, curvy body she constantly hid behind boring prim and proper power suits in the dullest colors, but she always wore those sexy stockings and killer shoes. It was the eyes that did him in though. He saw eyes like hers on arctic wolves. So pale blue he didn't really even think of them as blue at all. He'd heard more than a few people call her eyes freakish or disturbing, but he could stare into those eyes forever.

"I bet you're not really cold, doc. Not underneath it all."

"Actually, I am. Oh. And Jackie and I have a bet going." She motioned to her roommate, Jaqueline Jean-Louis, a former child music prodigy. The two women had known each other for years and Jean-Louis taught in the university's prestigious music department. What Van found fascinating about the whole relationship was the fact that Jean-Louis was a shifter. A jackal, specifically. He always wondered if Irene knew. If she did, she absolutely never showed it. But it wouldn't be unusual for her not to know. Many shifters went through their entire lives successfully hiding who they really were from the full-humans close to them. It was important to their kind to hide who they were. In fact, hard choices were sometimes made in order to keep their secret.

"Is that right?" he asked, taking a glass of champagne from the tray passing by.

"Yes. I'm convinced you believe I'm a virgin and all this time you've been hoping to defile me."

No matter what he did, he couldn't keep from choking that champagne right back up.

She simply didn't understand. For nearly seven years now, the man had sought her out. At every charity event. Every university function. Anything she had to go to in order to fulfill her responsibilities to the university, Niles Van Holtz was there. He wouldn't pounce right away. He'd wait until she'd finally entertained the thought that he'd decided not to attend and then boom. He'd be there. Usually easing up behind her and asking her something rather inappropriate in her ear. You could almost say she'd come to expect it.

Irene looked up into Van Holtz's handsome face. And he was handsome. Gorgeous, in fact, if you followed the normal societal standards. Dark brown hair that had streaks of white, black, and gray nearly covered those oddly colored eyes of his. Kind of a gold amber or something. She wasn't really a color person; she left those sorts of decisions to Jackie. Even now the gown Irene wore-a pale silver ... thing-her friend had picked out for her.

Van Holtz also had a rather square jaw and a nose she bet once had a deviated septum, based on the way it went crooked right below his brows, and a rather abnormally large neck.

Yes, a very handsome man. And, perhaps, one of the most arrogant beings she'd ever come across. Truly, if she had any emotional investment in this man, she'd be forced to have him wiped from the planet. But Irene had very little emotional investment in anyone. Jackie and Jackie's boyfriend, Paul, pretty much covered her emotional investment. And she was quite okay with that.

More than okay.

Van Holtz cleared his throat. "Um ... and why do you think it would matter to me if you're a virgin?"

Irene shrugged. "You have that demeanor. I imagine you probably like it when the virgin tells you, 'Ow! You're too big. Please, we have to stop!' And you say"-she lowered her voice several octaves to match Van Holtz's-"'Don't worry. I'll make it good for you, sweet little virgin girl.'"

Van Holtz stared at her for at least a full minute and Irene began to wonder where Jackie had wandered off to. She brought the woman with her to stop Irene from doing things like this. Saying something that would cause huge repercussions financially. The Van Holtz family gave the university a lot of money and with a stupid attempt at honesty, Irene may have caused that money supply to dry up.

But then Van Holtz threw his head back and laughed, shocking Irene and causing everyone in the room to turn around and stare at them. Not surprisingly, Jackie suddenly appeared at her side.

"What's going on?" she immediately asked, a lovely fake smile on her face.

"I'm unclear as to whether I'm being laughed at or laughed with," Irene told her friend.

"Laughed with, doc," he finally managed. "I promise. You just never fail to amuse me."

"Knowing that, my life is now complete."

Jackie tugged a lock of her hair. A signal that she needed to shut up now.

As it happened any time Irene found herself in a conversation with Niles Van Holtz, two people always showed up if they were around. His older sister, the less than pleasant Carrie Van Holtz. And Farica Bader. A woman clearly interested in Van Holtz for herself. The two women surrounded them while eyeing each other cautiously.

"Did I miss something?" Carrie asked her brother.

"Yeah. But I'll tell you later." Those amber-colored eyes glanced at Irene. "I was just spending some time with my favorite biophysicist."

"Why?" his sister asked, and Irene had to appreciate her honesty. Of course, Jackie didn't. And she gave a little warning snarl that almost made Irene smile. Except Irene didn't smile. When she did it felt weird and uncomfortable. So she never bothered unless caught off-guard.

"Van," Farica breathed huskily, going up on her toes to kiss him on the cheek, "I missed you at last week's get-together."

"Sorry, Farica." Van Holtz swiped a quick kiss across the back of her knuckles, but his eyes stayed focused on Irene. "I had to go to San Francisco to check on the new restaurant."

"I thought your father handled that sort of thing."

"Normally he does," he murmured, his eyes traveling down Irene's dress and back up again. "But lately he's become quite the demanding prick."

"Perhaps he's considering retirement." And even Irene could hear the hopefulness in that cold, cultured voice. The Baders were a small family but clearly had hopes of becoming more powerful among the Seattle elite. Connections with the Van Holtzes would ensure that. Especially marriage. Although from what Irene had heard these past seven years, getting Niles Van Holtz down the aisle would take a team of oxen and many chains. The man never stayed with one woman for any length of time, although he may go back and forth between his favorites.

Sex. It all had to do with sexual intercourse. Something Irene actively avoided if at all possible. As she'd told Van Holtz, she wasn't a virgin. Two years at MIT ensured that. But she'd never enjoyed it and she'd tried it with several different partners. She found the whole process rather revolting. She had the distinct feeling she'd one day have to explain that to Niles Van Holtz so he could stop looking at her like his next conquest. As handsome as he was, the idea of getting naked with him and writhing around did nothing but make her feel slightly ill. It wasn't him per se. It was the physical act itself.

Irene shuddered a bit merely thinking about it.

Van Holtz stepped closer, invading her personal space. "Are you cold?"

"No," she answered plainly. "Just disgusted."

"Why? Did you look in a mirror recently?" Farica commented.

Irene didn't even blink. She'd been insulted by Farica before and she never worried about it. The woman had her own painful insecurities to deal with, lashing out at Irene gave her little satisfaction, and Irene refused to be baited. But Van Holtz turned on Farica Bader so fast, the woman took several steps away from him only to crash into his sister. The unholy smile on that woman's face made it clear Carrie Van Holtz would happily throw Farica into a pool of sharks if the opportunity presented itself.

But Jaqueline, Irene's self-appointed protector, moved forward, her hands curled into ready-to-fight fists.

With a sigh, Irene grabbed her friend's arm and dragged her back. "Come on, Jack. I want to show you my new computer. In my office." Irene walked off, Jackie stomping behind her.

She didn't bother to turn around and look at Van Holtz or his sister. As with most human beings, she'd already forgotten about them as soon as she stepped out into the hallway and headed up the stairs to her office.

"Don't ever speak to her that way again," Van snarled. If they were on a hunt, he'd have Farica Bader on her back, belly exposed, with his jaw wrapped around her throat.

If she thought knocking down Irene would somehow endear her and her tiny Pack to Van, she was sadly mistaken.

"I didn't realize you were so attached, Van."

"I'm not attached. It was mean. Unnecessarily so. Do you beat up kittens, too?"

"How dare-"

Carrie stepped between the two of them. "Go away, Farica. My brother is not interested in you. And I'd hate for us to have to wipe out your Pack for, ya know, amusement."

With a last glare, Farica turned on her overpriced shoes and stormed away to lick her wounds.

"Tell me you never slept with her."

"Are you high?" Van slammed his now-empty champagne glass on another tray moving by. The fact that those trays were attached to actual human beings, he rarely noticed. "That woman wants one thing. And that's to be marked and mated to a Van Holtz. I'd rather chew off my own arm."

"I'm glad to hear that. But"-and Van knew he was about to have one of those painful conversations with his big sister-"I want to see you mated and happy one day to someone. Like I am. But preferably not to Irene Conridge."

Van snorted. "Mated? With Irene? Wait. Let me rephrase that. Mated? With anyone? Not going to happen, big sister."

"You have no intention of marking anyone as your own?"

"Christ, what a load of shit Mom and Dad handed you. And you've bought into it. I thought you were smarter than that." The idea that biting a female made her yours forever to the exclusion of every other pussy available seemed beyond ridiculous. Van didn't believe any of those old She-wolves' tales. He simply had too much sense. Not only that, but he'd never give up having access to an array of females. Why should he? If they were there, wet and ready, he would fuck them. He kind of saw it as his civic duty ... yes, he was that good.

"To answer your question, no. I don't plan to mark anyone"-he used air quotes here-"'as my own.' I have way too much sense to do that to myself."

"Okay. But you'd get Dad off your back if you mated with somebody."

Both siblings had noticed their father had been much less pleasant in the past year. Grouchy didn't do his recent temperament a lick of justice. Constantly the man pushed Van, and Van didn't know why. Maybe the old wolf wanted to retire. And that would be fine. Just hand over the business and the Pack and Van would be more than happy to take over. But life was too short and insane to start playing these barbarian games of the young wolf taking down the old. They were Van Holtzes, goddamnit. They were civilized, cultured, and damn good-looking. If the old man wanted a fight, go hang with the Magnus Pack or, even better, the Smiths. That Pack only breed Alpha Males and, not surprisingly, in-fighting went on constantly.

Van, however, liked his life just as it was. A wonderful business, the ability to shift into wolf whenever the mood struck him, the opportunity to travel whenever he wanted, and a plethora of available females at his disposal. Why would he change that for anything or anyone?

Actually, he wouldn't change it.

"Well, whatever you do, maybe you should stay away from Conridge. She doesn't exactly seem interested."

"True, she's resisting me. But I'll wear her down. Like the time we ran down that elk in Canada. Took us two days but we did it."

His sister sighed. "I'm starting to become concerned about your taste, little brother. She's ... odd."

"She's odd because she's brilliant." He motioned to the exit where the female had disappeared. "At this moment, she's discussing things you and I could never even comprehend."

"I absolutely could create a lightsaber."

"You could not create a lightsaber."

"I could too. It's all science."

"I thought being a Jedi was mystical?"

Irene snorted. "Mystical, my butt. It's all about science."

Unlocking the door to her office, Irene walked inside with Jackie following. She walked around her desk and threw herself into her office chair, feet up on the wood. Her friend sat in the chair opposite.

"Sorry about that, sweets." Jackie sighed.

Irene blinked. "Sorry about what?"


Excerpted from When He Was Bad by SHELLY LAURENSTON CYNTHIA EDEN Copyright © 2008 by Kensington Publishing Corp.. Excerpted by permission.
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Miss Congeniality by Shelly Laurenston....................1
Wicked Ways by Cynthia Eden....................157

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  • Posted April 22, 2011

    If you have not read it, YOU SHOULD

    I finally got to read When He Was Bad, and let me tell you it was worth it. Now I just wish she would tie the Magnus Pack with the Van Holtz Pack together some how!!!!! Shelly know's how to write a book.

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  • Posted November 27, 2011

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    MUST READ!!!!

    Shelly never fails to deliver a "can't put down book"! I loved that Dr. Conridge gets her own story. Shelly knows how to tie all her books together and again she doesn't fail to produce a awesome book. I love reading all her books, they're a MUST READ, ALWAYS!!! I like that Dr. Conridge appears in Big Bad Beast (Pride #6) book featuring DeeAnn and Ric.. If you haven't read it yet then hurry and do. You won't be disappointed, Shelly knows how to write a great book that you'll forever reread over and over again.

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    Posted September 28, 2011


    I bought this for Shelly and ended up loving both stories! I hope Shelly Laurenston continues writing amazing stories like this one.

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    hot !

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    Hot read

    This is a great series that offers humor as well as steamy reads with an actual plot line that you can follow.

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    Love Both Books

    Read the second book, & always C. Eden is a delight to read. Loved that Cain was a jaguar shifter. Any book by Eden about the supernatural I have loved. This author has a great way of putting all types of supernatural creatures together in a way that fits perfectly.


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    Loved it!

    The first story was so funny and I laughed out loud more then once! LOVED both characters. Story two was good too. Worth the read.

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