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Blurb
Susie White wants no picket
fences, no alpha, and no cubs. White wolf woman she may be, but no pack for
her, no sireee. Alpha me not, that’s her motto. In all caps.
Mercenary and half-breed wolf Joe
Huroq’s not looking for a mate. Stop and go screwing, that’s his motto. Hot and
heavy between missions. Then he glimpses his new neighbor tanning nude and the
situation explodes.
Literally. Susie’s house is
consumed by fire. What’s Joe to do but offer Susie his hospitality?
Susie can’t resist the temptation
of big, bad, mercenary, so she suggests a friends with benefits arrangement
which he accepts with an amazing alacrity. The sex is frantic, hot, and
frequent. Neither one can keep their hands off the other.
Then children go missing. The
fire’s deemed arson. Bodies pile up. Susie refuses to accept Joe’s mate claim.
Can he keep her safe when she won’t obey a single order?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it
contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be
considered offensive to some readers.
Excerpt:
By the time Susie appeared eleven
minutes later, he had the table on the outside deck laid and had opened a
couple of bottles of wine. His favorite new toy, an iPod, was anchored in the
latest docking station and blasted the music and lyrics of “My Eyes Adored You”
from the sideboard in the dining room.
“Wow an iPod—how cool.” She
marched over to the sideboard. “I promised myself one with my first paycheck.”
He resisted the urge to tell her
she’d have one first thing in the morning.
Instead he drank her in. She wore
a dark blue swingy skirt with a ruffled border that skimmed her midcalf, a
creamy poet shirt cut to drape below her buff shoulders, and a three-inch
laced-in-the-front black leather belt. Her damp waist-length hair glistened as
she twirled to face him. Her bare feet added a primordial edge to the wild,
gypsy portrait.
“Nice outfit.”
“Thanks. Made a pit stop at a
boutique by the college today.” She smoothed the cotton fabric.
“Food should arrive any minute.
Come here, gypsy woman.” He crooked a finger. “Dance with me.”
“Dance?” She curled one foot on
the other’s instep. “Trust me. Not a good idea.”
Joe shook his head. “All women
love dancing.”
Her lips stretched into a thin
line. “You’re staring at one who doesn’t.”
“What’s not to love? Come on.
Humor me. I’ve been thinking about dancing cheek to cheek with you since the
pool.”
“You saw me naked at the pool and
thought of dancing?” She arched a brow. “Don’t believe that one for a
nanosecond.”
He rolled his eyes, stalked
across the room, and tugged her into his arms. She stiffened, back so rigid he
could’ve sworn her vertebrae had fused in protest.
It hit him all at once. “You’ve
never slow danced with a man, have you?”
She laced her fingers together
and rested the side of her palms in the middle of his chest. “You’re a genius,
you are. If you must know, there wasn’t a whole lot of time for anything as
frivolous as dancing during high school and college.”
“Mine either.” He thumbed the
dimple in her chin. “I don’t have a clear image of my mother. Not quite sure
she even could identify my father. There’s only her name on my birth
certificate. My gran-gran raised me. When I was sixteen, she died. From then to
when I graduated high school I lived in a series of foster homes. Got to
college on a football scholarship. Coach Tommy decided learning to ballroom
dance would somehow improve our agility and reflexes. I had a great teacher.”
“You like it, don’t you?” Color
rode her cheekbones, but she’d relaxed a tad, not so unpliant in his embrace
anymore.
“Yep.”
About the Author
My motto is simple: Alpha Me
Please. While strong heroines, exotic locations, and cultural differences are my
forte, I go weak in the knees for warriors of any type, rebels, SEAls, Vikings,
and bad-ass mercenaries.
Send me a man with an attitude
and I'll find the right woman to tame him. My writing career began in 2008, and
since then I've been lucky enough to have over twenty books published. Most of
my books are TOP PICKs and several have been nominated for and won awards and
prizes.
Nothing makes my day more than an
email from someone who’s read one of my books. So far, I've received emails
from almost every continent on the planet. Almost…
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