Three Bonds

Emily's ordinary human life gets complicated by three chance encounters with a human billionaire, wolf shifter and vampire King. It soon becomes apparent that they are all her soulmates and she's destined to be with them all. While juggling three men, a job and her love of painting becomes increasingly difficult they work together to make Emily's life easier. Having three fated mates causes an unknown danger to creep into Emily's life having a devastating repercussion.
Can their love overcome it all?  Includes two bonus stories: The Art Gallery and Forever Entwined. Three Bonds is a funny, sweet and spicy romantic fantasy book. If you love cute nicknames, dangerously handsome vampires, cheeky wolves and chivalrous billionaires then this book is for you. --'I'll have to think of a nickname for you.' I smiled wickedly at him, Lance raised a brow at me before he spoke.'Hopefully it's better than wolfie, that's just awful.' His lips curled slightly as he stood with his hands in his suit pockets.
He was the most dangerously handsome man I've ever seen. His whole aura screamed run yet when he looked at me it was as though I was the most important thing in the world. He softened when he looked at me. 'How about pointy?' I giggled. He looked genuinely shocked, his eye brows raised so high it was comical. 'Pointy?' His dreamy voice asked.'Because of your teeth.' I stated with a wicked grin.'Oh Emily, that's worse than wolfie.
You're really no good at names.' Lance flashed me his fangs and ran his tongue over them. I should have been scared, every human instinct was that this was life threatening yet my body was aroused, all I wanted was him. I stood from the bed and walked slowly to him, Lance matched my steps. 'Mea amor, are you sure you want to do this?' Lance's dreamy voice only solidified my decision. I definitely was doing this.
My palms rested on his chest, it was firm underneath, no doubt as toned as my other men. Fuck what did I do to get these muscular men? I slowly moved them up to his neck until finally they were entwined in his hair. The whole time I didn't take my eyes off his, we were locked in an intense gaze. One filled with a longing and a craving so deep I was certain my body would combust. My hands in his hair gently pulled him towards me and our lips met.
It was still slow and deliberate like before, yet he was also holding my waist to him firmly. His hands weren't exploring or being rough, just holding me firm. Yet it sent my body into overdrive, the tingles even through the fabric were almost too much and we were only kissing.