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Loving
the Wild Wolf
Wild
Wolves of Montana
Book
1
Lynn
Richards
Genre: paranormal,
romantic erotica,
bbw romance, werewolves,
shifters
Publisher: Wolf
Publishing
Date of Publication:
August 28, 2014
ASIN: B00N3GZ62A
Number of pages: 98
Word Count: 34,000
Book Description:
Roark Grayhawk’s past
haunted the lone wolf. He’d become an enforcer to protect those weaker but had
failed to protect his sister and she had paid the ultimate price.
Now, another woman
needed his help. A woman Roark had tried desperately to ignore. He didn’t want
the love of a mate. He didn’t deserve the love of a mate.
Curvy she-wolf Emma
Jones has tried her whole life to make herself invisible to her powerful
father—the alpha of the Blue Pine Pack. Now, he was forcing her into a marriage
with a man who wasn’t her mate. Her mate was Roark Grayhawk, the wild wolf who
protected the pack from danger. Would he
protect her?
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Excerpt:
“What the
hell is wrong with you?”
Emma froze,
her face still wearing traces of fear as the door crashed open and Roark burst
inside, looking wild and fierce.
“I, umm—”
Wow. How was she supposed to form a coherent sentence when her heart still
raced and Roark stood before her, tall and beautiful—without a trace of
clothing? She tried to keep her eyes north of the, umm, border, but failed
miserably. Her earlier view of his naked form had been fantastic. But now…
Yummy, yum,
yum, her wolf agreed, the animal smacking her lips in appreciation.
“You need to
put some clothes on.” The words came out fast and breathless. A rush of fevered
color stained her cheeks at being caught ogling him in the buff. Not that she
should feel ashamed in any way. Being unclothed was just the way of the
shifter.
But seeing
Roark without his clothes wasn’t about shifting. It was about sex. Hot, wild,
curl-your-toes and melt-the-snow kind of sex.
He cocked his
head to the side as if she’d just spoken in tongues. “Why did you scream?”
“Spider.”
He cast a
glance around and Emma could tell he didn’t believe her. The hairy little devil
had scurried under the refrigerator. She tried to breathe normally, but it was
proving almost impossible since he didn’t seem in any hurry to put on a pair of
damn pants. Her pussy was already wet from her earlier ogling. Now it tingled
and spasmed, wanted relief from the slow-building heat that had engulfed her
from the day he’d stepped onto pack land.
Awareness
swept through the room like a wildfire out of control. His gaze burned right
through her. Caught like prey in the heat of his eyes, she found herself unable
to look away. This time his shutters didn’t slam close. His wolf shown from his
eyes. His hungry wolf.
She was so
rattled that she stepped back at an awkward angle, putting too much weight on
her still healing leg. It buckled beneath her and before she could stop
herself, she was whimpering at the stab of pain.
Strong arms
shot out, pulling her against the solid wall of his chest. “Are you okay?”
Hell no, she
thought. She wanted to lean into him. To feel his arms wrap around her waist
and hold her tight. She’d never felt as safe in her life as she did when Roark
was around.
Deep within
her, her wolf demanded more.
Mate.
The woman
pushed the animal back down. She’d kept her wolf well hidden throughout the
years, drawing on the animal’s strength only when necessary.
Like now. This
man was male. Too male for a woman like her. He was big. Powerful. Made her
feel so feminine. Made something deep inside her ache. She stepped carefully
away from temptation, ignoring the big wolf completely. Which was difficult as
hell since being this close caused her body to hum with need. It was also the
last thing she wanted to do. She wanted to step closer, into his warmth.
Against his cock.
“Let me see
your leg.” The words were a command she wanted so badly to obey. Or any other
he might throw her way, especially if it involved naked skin against naked
skin.
Naughty wolf,
she chided her animal. Naughty, naughty wolf.
“It’s fine.”
She stuck her leg out and wiggled it to show him the wound was almost healed.
There were still some rough looking marks, probably due to the rusty condition
of the trap. The skin had closed and the mark would vanish the next time she
shifted.
She gasped
when he reached out and picked her up, sitting her on the countertop as if she
weighed nothing at all. Mmm, she hummed in appreciation. Shifter strength. Even
a big girl like herself could be manhandled by a shifter. She hadn’t bothered
to put on any shoes, preferring to go barefoot whenever she could. He raised
her injured leg to examine it and she soaked up even this small touch in hungry
delight. She felt strangely light-headed and she could feel that pull toward
this man deep inside.
“This still
looks a little rough.” The calloused pads of his fingers ran over her skin
causing goose bumps to shimmer over her body. Roark hadn’t wanted her in his
cabin last night but he’d taken better care and shown more consideration of her
than her father had in years. Damn it, she didn’t want to find more things
about him to love.
About
the Author:
Lynn Richards is the
writing team of two best friends. The only thing they argue about is who is
going to stop writing and get the next chocolate bar. The two women love to
share their writing with others who enjoy reading a romance with a
happy-ever-after (always), sexual tension (you know the kind that make you want
to squeeze your legs together), and a sexy alpha male, Whether he’s an
ex-military man, firefighter, wolf, lion or dragon, all their male characters
have one several things in common—they are delicious to look at, built like a
brick outhouse, and fall instantly in love with the woman meant to be theirs.
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