After an explosive night of passion during a scenting ceremony, Karla Alves is sure she was just a one
night stand for the man she'd been crushing on for years. She teased him and pleased him, and Nate
hasn't been around since. Her fear of becoming clingy kept her from risking her heart and asking for
more than a few hours of skin sin.
Mission: Crack her walls
She. Is. His. Nathan Wolfe marked Karla. His mate. Deeply involved in pack politics, Nate has had to stay
away. When his sister warns that Karla needs him more than he thinks, he'll discover a bundle of secrets
only his wolf can sniff out. But getting the woman he cares about to let down her guard may prove to be
Mission: Embrace the bite
With Karla's wayward sister wreaking havoc and friends needing more of his time than ever, Nate will
have to rearrange his priorities if he ever hopes to earn Karla's trust. But will time with her be enough?
Only true love and a wolf's promise can hold together a relationship created with a bite, a scenting, and a
hope for tomorrow.
Nathan, big, bad, sexy, pierced hunk of male candy stood not more than five feet in
front of her in his wolf form. The form that looked like a cute Dalmatian-wolf with a white
spot over his muzzle, hence the name she’d given him, “Spot.”
His eyes glittered in that golden shade from his animal. A shiver raced down her
“I know how this must look, but it’s not what you think.” She felt like a moron talking
to him when he was a giant wolf. He took a step toward her. She squiggled an inch
further away. With a quick swipe, she moistened her dry lips with the tip of her tongue.
“We were invited to be here. I swear.”
Where the hell was the conviction she always spoke with in front of him? Oh, gone
into the depths of hell it seemed. He took another step closer, between her open legs.
“Spot? Nathan—Nate,” she murmured, hoping he’d forget she was there and not tell
the others he’d found her. “I’ll go now. I…I’m here for research purposes only.”
Her mind ran a million miles per hour. What should she do? Another step. His
muzzle got too close to her crotch for comfort.
What was he doing?
“Hey!” She instinctively slapped his nose and scooted back. “What the hell do you
think you’re doing?”
Her temper rose and deflated as she watched him shift in front of her. Wow. She’d
never actually seen him do this up close before. Okay, she’d never seen him go from
wolf to man, only man to wolf and that had been one time. This was…new. Different.
And very interesting. There was no looking away. Bones popped, fur receded, and oh
dear God, what was left behind should be on a calendar of lickable hot bodies. Hell,
she wouldn’t mind having a photo of him on the ceiling of her bedroom like a teen
heartthrob. That body was one she wouldn’t mind panting over for hours.
Muscles replaced fur. Bulging arms and legs replaced paws, and yes, there it was, a
straining erection between his legs. His big body loomed over her.
She swallowed hard. “You’re…um…you’re naked.”
She’d never seen him naked. Ever. She’d definitely imagined him naked, but this
was better than her imagination. A quick flare of curiosity burst free. Stop it! She would
end up in even bigger trouble if she did what she wanted and ran her nails down his
body. What a body.
His nostrils flared. “I know.”
“No. I mean…you’re really, really naked,” she repeated in stupefied fascination. He
had the kind of body she could stare at for hours and not get bored. The kind of body
she could pet and kiss and lick and suck and erm, yeah, that kind of body.
Good God she was in trouble. Deep trouble. The kind of trouble her brother said
followed her around. Her throat went sandpaper dry watching his cock gleam with his
own need. And the way he said her name, rough and low and possessive, it deleted all
thoughts of everything but him. Him and his big sexy body and the fact she’d wanted
him for too damn long. Their eyes met, and heat spread down to her pussy. He crawled
between her legs, coming closer and closer, so slowly she held her breath and dared
not move. He continued moving forward, pushing her to lean back on her elbows, until
he was on all fours above her.
“What…um…what are you doing?” She asked in a voice sexy, husky. She had a
hard time believing it was her own. She breathed hard, as if she’d been running for dear
life instead of sitting still watching him crawl all over her.
About the author: Hi! I'm Milly (AKA April Angel) I love to write sexy stories. They're usually either paranormal or
contemporary with a large dose of heat. My paranormal stories can be anything from wolf-shifters (my
favorites) to witches, demons and anything in between. My contemporaries are usually anything from
soldiers to corporate romances.
I was born the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. Currently, I live in New
York City with my hubby, the bossy kiddo and our little dog "Needy Speedy". Don't ask.
When I'm not working some really long hours at the day job, or hanging out in the awful life-sucking
invention known as Facebook, messaging my bestie in the UK or shopping with my sis Julie, then I can
be found watching scary movies. Buuut when I'm not doing that, I'm usually writing because the voices
won't shut up.
I am addicted to shoe shopping, chocolate (but who isn't, right?) and Dunkin' Donuts coffee.
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