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Desdemona takes great joy in the full moon. She maims and kills with enthusiasm and wishes she could be a werewolf every day. Lowell hates what he is. He wishes that the full moon would only come around once in a million years.
Jenny is a sweet girl who often acts before she thinks, especially when a man is involved. She finds herself between these two werewolves. She loves Lowell, he was her school crush way back when. Desdemona is her superior and makes her working life a misery.
But which werewolf will have Jenny in the end? Will Desdemona succeed in killing her during the full moon, or will Lowell be able to keep her safe and in the dark about his horrific secret? It comes down to a fight between two werewolves, one Moon lover and one Moon Shy. Who will win?
Reader Advisory: This story contains scenes of graphic violence.
The magic of love lies in the arms of his fiery enemy.
No one likes an arranged marriage, and Fenris, a golden wolf in the Silver Clan, plans to avoid it as long as he can. But the Wolf in the Forest has heard the prayers of another and grants the female her wish. Unfortunately for Fenris, his destined mate is an alpha in her own right, and an enemy who plans on taking the Silver Clan, and Fenris, apart one bite at a time. Until Fenris bites back.
Reader Advisory: This story features scenes of sex whilst in shifted form.
Gareth and Sienna are a normal, crazy-in-love married couple, who just happen to become werewolves with the full moon. When a trio of poachers captures Sienna, Gareth does everything in his power to free her. But he knows rescuing her is not enough. If the poachers are not brought down, the very existence of the were species could be in jeopardy. He hatches a plan in which the hunters become the hunted. Will they take the bait? And who will be trapped?
The night before the Festival of the Night Lord on Istanis, Josie Hawkings has been assigned to discover the torrid, behind-the-scenes happenings. Covertly watching a bevy of beautiful, naked women, she’s kidnapped for sex by the Night Lord himself, and risks endangering her life if he finds out the stinging truth about her.
Lucien de Alvarez, Lord of Istanis, won’t allow his heart and body to be captured by any woman. Yet, when he sets eyes on Josie, he changes his mind and opens up the path to a dark, haunting secret that might destroy them both. Sometimes, the reward is greater than the risk …
Anabella’s dreams bring her to David, but is he the salvation she’s looking for?
Anabella Pouge is plagued with powers she can’t control, making her life far from normal when all she wants is ordinary. Change is coming her way when she must flee with a man straight out of her dreams.
David Sanders is sent to find Anabella. Without her, the future of his wolf pack is in danger. Forced to travel to the middle of nowhere, David finds Anabella might mean more than just his pack’s survival.
Will the two make it back to the pack in time? Can Anabella and David accept each other and the coming changes to their lives?
Luka has finally united the local and regional packs of Northern California, but Lajon the Eldest says Luka needs a mate to balance him out.
Michele hates the fact that she’s Lupine and wants nothing to do with her heritage since the accidental killing of her parents. Yet the necklace Luka wears intrigues her despite her disposition towards wolves. Can the two lovers share passion and learn to be together from the heart or will the work Luka’s put into building an alliance go to waste?
Fenris considered his twin with pity and shook his head. No matter how many times he’d urged Anson to leave with him, his brother had sworn he’d convince their uncle—their alpha—to simply let them be. Fenris knew better. Michael Barton, alpha of the Silver Clan, had a stubborn streak a mile wide. Probably why he and Fenris too often butted heads. Still, Anson should have known better than to wait it out.
Come on, come on, he silently urged, hoping no one spotted him. He’d be damned if he’d agree to this mating nonsense. Finally, Anson turned and looked directly at him. Fenris motioned for his brother to join him until he saw the anger on Anson’s face…directed at him.
“Hell, no. I’m not taking the blame for this. I warned you Uncle Mike wouldn’t give in. You’re on your own, bro.” Fenris shot his brother a one-finger salute and ran like hell into the woods before his uncle set the wolves on him. He’d been planning this escape for days. Since Anson refused to listen to reason, he’d have to make his own way through that hellish ritual.
With a relieved sigh, Fenris released his hold on his human form and slid into the bones and sinew of a large wolf. Relishing this bid at freedom, he ran with the Wolf in the Forest–the great spirit that made life possible for his kind. Faster and lighter, he raced on all fours, scaring rabbits and squirrels from their cover amidst the thick evergreens in the forest.
Fenris ran across rich, black dirt, gnarled tree roots and the occasional poplar leaves drifting to the ground through the late summer air. Birds cawed and bees buzzed, warning him of trouble just ahead. Veering away from two bucks fighting for dominance, he settled into an easy pace to loosen his stress and simply enjoy being wolf.
In the distance, he heard booms and snarls, the sounds of sacrifice made and accepted, before the Wolf in the Forest replaced such noise with a swift and invigorating breeze. He thought of his brother with a wistful fondness. Wishing you wind-speed, Anson. For when I see you again, I have a feeling we will both of us be changed.
Tendrils of long, dark auburn hair slapped his face as Sienna straddled his thighs. “Make me!” She dug her fingers in deep, sending him into new fits of laughter.
“Damn, woman, stop it before I have to paddle your ass.” He grabbed her by the forearms and held her hands down. It took him a moment to catch his breath, and when he did, he leaned forward and ran his stubbly chin across her chest. The pale orange tank top didn’t do a thing to protect her from his day’s growth of beard, and she yelped her surprise.
“Ouch, Gareth, jeeze!” She twisted, trying to break his hold on her and failed.
“You’re not going to let me watch my movie, are you?” He nipped at her breast through the thin cotton. The soft mound pressed against his face, his nose flattened, and he inhaled deeply, taking as much of her scent as he could. She smelled amazing. Woman and animal, lust and the unmistakable aroma of desire filled his nostrils.
He suddenly wanted her. Fingers tight around her arms, he pulled them high overhead, delighting in the curve of her body. He nuzzled harder against her breast, his teeth sinking into the taut nipple. Her moan urged him to the other side where he bit and chewed on its twin.
Even though she was clothed in a form-fitting tunic that merely skimmed the top of her thighs and felt like a ballet dancer’s tutu, she felt overdressed. The women, all in their early twenties, were nude, painting each other’s toenails and drawing sensual patterns on their backs. The following day, as the sun settled behind the Mountain of the Elks, they would vie for the Night Lord’s attention. The one most pleasing to his critical eye would spend the night with him. Josie knew from overhearing the gossip between the pretty women that they wanted the lord to not only spend the night with them but also to make one of them his wife. Then they would leave behind the poverty and misery of the village and rest in comfort and luxury. The Festival of the Night Lord occurred only once every three years and, so far, none of the women had been chosen as the lord’s bride.
Josie drew a deep breath and watched as dispassionately as she could. The women were fresh-skinned, blushingly pretty and eager for the lord to explore their scented bodies.
Knowing she was Istanian, The Daily Galaxian’s editor on Earth had sent her out on this assignment, saying there was always something more than met the eye, and he wanted the full scoop behind what really went on during the Festival of the Night Lord.
They’d simply been chatting over the table of nibbles when he’d asked her to dance. She had accepted and enjoyed rubbing up against him while onlookers gaped at quiet little Jenny, dancing with the hottest property on the fifth floor.
When he’d whispered in her ear about meeting her in his office, somewhere quiet for them to come to know one another better, she’d jumped at the chance without thinking of the sadness of ten months working together and him only just knowing her name.
They’d left the party together. The company was so broke, they were doing the typical Christmas do several weeks early and in the office itself. No one seemed to mind, though. There was plenty of free booze.
As soon as they’d reached his office, his lips had been on hers, his hands on her arse. If she’d been even a drink or two more sober, she would have slapped him. But she was drunk and horny, so she’d slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
As he undid the zip that slipped down her back, she loosened his tie and opened his shirt.
She was soon clad only in her sexiest bra and knickers before him, too desperate for his cock to worry about her chubby tummy or wobbling thighs. He seemed to find her attractive enough. She dropped to her knees to see to the bulge hidden under his trousers.
Finding Anabella was like searching for a needle in a haystack. No one in town knew anything about her, and when he showed her picture, he caught a vague sense of recognition but nothing firm. He didn’t know if his being a stranger factored into their response and if the town was circling the wagons to protect their own, or if they really didn’t know anything about the woman.
David had been in town three days, and he knew he would have to call Russ this morning to inform him of his failure. He’d never let his alpha down before, and being the bearer of bad news left a bad taste in his mouth. Hopefully, Russ would tell him to come home, but David feared that would not be the case.
He couldn’t stay in the town much longer. The urge to change to his wolf form rolled over him constantly, but David didn’t want to risk transforming in this unfamiliar place. Frustration at his failure made the urge stronger, and each day he struggled more with the wolf within.
Where the hell could she be?
David waved the waitress over for a cup a coffee. He pulled his phone from his pocket to call Russ, then he caught a scent in the air—a new fragrance, fresh and musky all at once. It smelled like home and set off a hunger he’d never felt before. He turned, trying to locate the source of the essence.
Then he spotted her, and his body went on high alert.
The woman who’d stormed out hadn’t even bothered to apologise for what she’d done or had been trying to do.
“Fuck!” Luka yelled. Pounding his fist on the railing in front of him, he steadied himself. The broad he’d just let go hadn’t been able to get him off. She wasn’t his mate— nor a very good submissive, either.
Too many damn bitches trying to top from the bottom.
Never try to top a wolf from the bottom. It was a dangerous thing to do, unless you wanted to be his dinner.
Worse yet, this partner was human.
Clutching a singletail with one hand, he lifted his free one to touch the gold, diamond-shaped pendant that swung against his sweat-covered chest. It hadn’t so much as warmed when he’d brought her into this room and stripped her.
She was hot, too. Pert tits that thrust out, long, curly hair that swayed past her ass when she tilted her head back and gave him a glance at her exposed curves. And the trail of her slender neck had made him hard.
