Take Home a Wolf for Halloween

Just in time for Halloween, a very sexy shifter.

When Jamie Dalton moved into the mouse her grandparents left her she was just looking to reconnect with her past and settle in familiar surroundings. Digging through the attic for treasures, she found a nearly life-sized statue of a wolf and a very old, very strange book, Legends of the Werewolf. Each night after returning home from her job as the town's head librarian, she curled up in a big chair with her little black cat, Mischief, fascinated by what she read. She was shocked when her new neighbor, Mike Volka, introduced himself and the eyes watching her looked just like the wolf in the book.

 Mike Volka's ancestors once owned Jamie's house and the book that is his heritage as a wolf shifter, the one that will guide his future, is hidden somewhere inside. He sure didn't expect the intense sexual heat the erupted between them. When he sneaks into her house and sees her asleep in the big chair, the book open on her lap, the temptation to have her is too great for him. Using the hypnotic power of the shifter, he draws her into his web and they have sex so hot it nearly burns down the house.

But can a union born in stealth survive? Is she the human mate his family had told him might be waiting for him? Will Jamie succumb to his hot alpha impact and can she believe what others dismiss as a fanciful legend? On Halloween night it will come to an explosive conclusion but will the heat consume them or bind them closer together.

Excerpt:

She closed her eyes for just a moment, to clear her head…and opened them again as the stroke of a hand on her cheek roused her. She inhaled sharply at the sight of Mike Volka leaning over the chair, staring at her with those hot amber eyes. His dark hair had fallen forward like a silk curtain, just enough scruff on his chin to give him that extra sexy appearance. Her breath caught in her throat when he slid one thumb lightly over her bottom lip.

“You sleep so nicely, Jamie. But this chair has to be uncomfortable.”

She shifted her body and gazed down at her lap. “Where’s my book? And Mischief?” She frowned. “What have you done with them?”

His smile set fire to her nerve endings. “I put the book over there on the coffee table. It had slipped to the floor. I didn’t think it was good for something so old to just be lying there.”

“And my cat?”

“Is sleeping peacefully.” He gestured toward the couch.

Sure enough, the little ball of black fur lay curled up against one of the throw pillows, deep in a kitty dream.

“But how—?”

“Sshhh.”

His scent tantalized her nostrils, clean and earthy, soothing and arousing at the same time. He leaned closer to her and brushed his mouth over hers. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a little voice asked her why she didn’t feel this at all odd. She was not the least bit afraid or worried or frightened by what was happening. Instead, she had a sense that this was all preordained—her moving into the house, finding the book, meeting Mike, this thing happening between them. Then her brain shut down, any chance of rational thought disappeared, and she gave herself over to the feelings consuming her.

The simple contact of his lips woke the pulses in every one of her erogenous zones. His tongue traced a path along the seam before pushing gently and coaxing her to open to him. When he thrust inside her mouth, the contact, almost animalistic, stole her breath.

Jamie lifted her hands and tunneled her fingers in his hair, the mane of black silk rich and luxurious to her touch. Reason fled as the kiss drew her into an erotic vortex. She clutched at his hair as if it were a lifeline, anchoring her as his tongue plundered and his lips bruised. When he lifted his head at last, she gave a cry of protest at the loss of contact.

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