Wolf Games: Granite Lake Wolves, Book 3 (15 page)
Erik beamed at her. “You want to go visit Missy and the girls again? Tad’s taking Jamie.”
Maggie raised her brows. “Hmm, that means the place will be empty.” She winked at him. “I’m
thinking I should stay here, just in case anyone needs something. I can…guard the house.”
Wolf Games
“Oh.” He transferred the toddler to his other arm and held out his hand to her. She cuddled in close,
rubbing against his chest. “Do you need a hand? The guarding? I think it’s a big house, with lots of
bedrooms.”
“Uh-huh. I could use a little backup.”
They grinned at each other.
Erik cleared his throat. “By the way. Pam left another bunch of phone messages for you. You’d better
call her soon and let her know we didn’t bury your body in the bush.”
Maggie laughed. “You really okay with us inviting her to the wedding? It’s going to make things
awkward, since no one will be able to shift while she’s around.”
He shrugged. “We’ll have two ceremonies. The second after she leaves will be the one with naked
wolves roaming the halls of the pack house. In the meantime…” He squeezed her tight for a second,
adjusted little Jamie in his arms, and led them off in search of Tad. “We have someone to deliver to his
daddy, and then you and I, little wolf, have a date.”
She tugged his hand until he bent over far enough for her to press a kiss on his cheek. “I love you. I’m
so glad I was brave enough to come north again.”
“I love you too. You’re brave enough to face a whole pack of wolves. Even one as big as me.”
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Vivian Arend has hiked, biked, skied and paddled her way around most of North America and parts of
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in vivid colour. Paranormal, twisted fairytales, red-hot contemporaries—the genres are all over.
Between times of living with no running water, she home schools her teenaged children and tries to
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Wolf Flight
© 2009 Vivian Arend
Granite Lake Wolves, Book 2
Tad Maxwell’s workaholism serves to keep his bush-pilot company in the air, and his inner werewolf
in check. In the two years since he discovered his heritage, he’s resisted the longing to test the power of his
wolf side. It would mean compromising his human principles.
Then Missy Leason re-enters his life. Ten years ago, their teenage attraction never went beyond hand-holding. Now their chemistry is off the charts, pushing him closer to the step he’s not sure it’s safe to take,
especially with a human.
But Missy is more like Tad than he realizes. She’s wolf too, and a wolf pack is a dangerous place to
have secrets. Missy’s Alpha has sniffed out her carefully hidden Omega powers. Her first response: run
from the corrupt Alpha’s plan to make her his mate. Step two: get to Tad, and hope like hell his untapped
powers are strong enough to negate her own.
Every touch with Missy is hot, hot, hot, but even finding out she’s pure wolf doesn’t solve Tad’s
dilemma. Is she using him, or are they truly destined mates? Only one thing is certain. He will defend her to
his last breath—on his terms. Even if it means losing his life.
Warning: Contains nasty Alphas, secret Omegas and werewolves acting raunchy on the dance floor.
Sarcasm, wilderness cabins and hot nookie back by popular demand.
Enjoy the following excerpt for
Wolf Flight:
By the time they pulled into the parking lot Missy was half out of her mind restraining herself from
jumping Tad. She popped open her door and leapt into the blowing snow as soon as the truck shimmied to a
stop.
Long deep breaths of icy cold air helped until Tad stepped around the cab with a concerned
expression on his face.
“You okay, Missy?”
Oh, please don’t look concerned
. Concern was one step away from affection, and tonight her body
could jump from affection to full sex with no trouble at all.
“I’m fine. Just needed some fresh air. Shall we go?” Missy forced herself to sound bright and
cheerful. She hoped the place would be loud, dark and smoke-filled to dull her senses enough to get
through the evening with Tad’s virtue intact.
She wondered if he would appreciate the effort she was making. She had every intention of making
love with him, but until she could visit the closest wolf pack and arrange for someone to tell Tad about his
heritage she couldn’t act.
Tad held the door open for her, and as she stepped past his arms, she knew she was done for. There
was music, quiet and jazzy. The only smoke was from BBQ ribs. And the lighting was perfect to see Tad’s
eyes widen as he helped remove her coat.
“Fuck. Oops, sorry, but holy cow, you look good. I don’t think I’ve ever…” Tad swallowed hard, his
gaze tracing up the length of her legs to where her skirt ended high above her knees.
Fine. It wouldn’t have met the
Catholic Girls School Uniform Requirements
but Missy was short and
she need help to make her legs look longer. At least that was her excuse and she was sticking to it.
If she’d thought it through more she would have known this evening was going to be a bundle of
dynamite waiting to detonate. Then she would have worn her baggy one-piece fleece hoodie that hung past
her knees and a sloppy pair of sweat pants.
Liar.
She wouldn’t have. She wanted Tad to drool over her. It made something deep inside very satisfied to
see the admiration and the fire in his eyes.
She took a quick glance around. They would be safer sitting at the tall stools in front of the bar itself.
Instead, Tad held her elbow and led her back toward a small booth tucked to one side of the bar. It was too
late to protest, so she slid onto the soft leather upholstery behind the tiny table, her knees brushing Tad’s as
he followed her.
“What are you drinking tonight?” One of the servers stood waiting beside their table. Tad slipped his
arm behind Missy, resting it along the back of the seat cushion, caressing her shoulders.
She was going to die. She really was. “Do they have—?”
“Sweetheart, first I’m gonna need to see some proof you’re of legal age,” the waitress interrupted.
Tad chortled as Missy dug into her purse cussing under her breath. She handed over her photo ID and
poked Tad in the ribs to get him to stop. It really wasn’t funny anymore.
The waitress handed it back with a wink. “Our bartender can mix you any drink without looking it up.
You name a drink he can’t produce and it’s on the house.”
Missy glanced at the ceiling. She shouldn’t do this. Not with needing to keep control over her body
around Tad.
“What are you up to?” Tad teased with a squeeze to her shoulder.
Electrical lust shot through her and her mouth went dry. To hell with it. A challenge was a challenge
and she could use a stiff drink. She smiled at the waitress.
“I’d like a Skip and Go Naked please.”
Tad choked.
The waitress winked at her. “No problem, sweetheart. Tad, what’ll it be for you tonight?”
“Rum and Coke, please.”
The waitress left and Missy watched as she made her way back to the bar. She put in their orders and
the bartender’s head flicked in their direction. He lifted a hand and pointed at her, shaking his finger.
“What’s a Skip and Go Naked, other than something that causes my heart to do double time?” Tad
slipped his fingers over hers and Missy’s mind drifted. She was supposed to concentrate on…something.
Tad’s beautiful brown eyes stared at her like she was the main dish at an all-you-can-eat dessert bar. Time
slowed as she fell into the depths of his gaze. She leaned closer, his mouth inches away. If he’d ease a little
more in her direction she be able to—
“You tried to trick me with that one.” The bartender stood in front of them, a pale pink concoction in
his hand. Missy made herself smile instead of baring her teeth at the man.
Her hormones were becoming a serious issue tonight.
“You thought if you missed the ‘Hop’ I wouldn’t know it. Hmmm? Well, you’ve got yourself one
Skip and Go Naked. I left out the grenadine ’cause I figured that must be the hop.”
Missy forced a laugh as she accepted the glass. “Actually, I’ve never heard of the Hop part. I’m glad
you knew how to make one. It’s been a long time. Thank you.”
He kissed her hand and strutted back to his bar, king of all he surveyed. Missy took a short sip of the
sweet drink before glancing at Tad. His eyes were dark, his face intense as he glared after the bartender.
Missy frowned. “Tad? You okay?”
Tad shook his head like he was in a daze. “Sorry about that. I don’t like how that fellow leers and
touches everyone.” He threw back half his drink and stood. “Come on, let’s dance.” He pulled her into his
arms and Missy’s vocal cords seized up. Tad folded her into him like a pillow into a slip. Every part of him
nestled warm and smooth around her, solid and strong in all the right places. Warmth radiated from his
core, and Missy concentrated on breathing in a slow, even rhythm. Hyperventilating on the dance floor.
Wonder if anyone ever called the ambulance for that one?
Missy laid her head against Tad’s chest and listened to his heartbeat. She was short enough that even
with her high heels, his chin rested on top of her head, his arms reaching down to support her. She draped
her hands around him, twining her fingers into the hair at his neckline. Tad hummed with pleasure.
As they swayed together to the bluesy music, Missy wondered if what she felt was possible. An
untriggered male and a runaway Omega wolf, there was a strange combination. She closed her eyes and
relaxed the tight reins she’d been keeping on herself. Tad dropped his hands and ran them over her back,
down her hips, snuggling her tighter against his body, a rock-hard ridge pressing into her belly. The scent
of his arousal wafted by on the air and she gasped back a groan. She wanted to taste so badly.
It was too much to continue to resist. Every nerve in her body screamed for him and she lost control.
One flavour denied, she took the pleasure she could reach. Missy locked her fingers together, drew his
mouth down and suckled his tongue. No gentle introduction, no soft finesse or enticement. Simple and hard
desire drove her, his taste not even taking the edge off her need.
She slipped one leg on either side of his, pressed her heated core into his thigh with the thought that
some release would be better than none. Tad seemed to read her mind. He feasted on her mouth like a
starving man while he danced them into the shadows at the edge of the floor, away from any curious
onlookers.
Tad dragged his lips from hers, his dark eyes snapping with need as he cupped her face in his hand.
“You’re playing with wildfire. Is this what you want? In public? Because we can go back to your hotel.”
He’s the last man she should ever want. She’s the last woman he can ever have.
Crossroads
© 2010 Moira Rogers
Southern Arcana, Book 2
Coming from a family with psychic gifts, Derek Gabriel was aware of but separate from the dangers
of the supernatural world, until a rogue wolf shifter stripped away his humanity. The change he barely
survived didn’t drive him insane, but the cultural bias against him as an inferior transformed wolf might.
And it doesn’t help that he’s fallen for the daughter of the most powerful wolf in the country.
Almost from the moment she was born, Nicole Peyton started planning her escape from the strict
confines of elite shapeshifter society, an old-fashioned world where women are valued only for their
bloodlines and bank accounts. In New Orleans she has a bar she loves, friends in decidedly low places, and
a smoldering sensual tension with an incredibly attractive and deliciously unsuitable man.
Their forbidden longing erupts into unbridled need—until Nick’s sister burns into town with a strike
team hard on her heels. Saving her means Nick has to play by the Conclave’s rules…and give up the man
she is growing to love.
Unless Derek does something completely crazy—issue a challenge that could shake the foundations
of their world.
Warning: This book contains forbidden lust, strip poker, instinct-driven sex in odd places, devious
shapeshifters, and love and loss in a world of paranormal politics and supernatural schemes
.
Enjoy the following excerpt for
Crossroads:
Color flamed high in her cheeks as she growled and covered the space between them with quick steps.
“I’m angry. I’m angry because it’s easier.”
He reached out and caught her shoulders in a gentle grip. “Easier than what?”
She looked up at him and laughed almost hysterically. “Easier than completely and utterly losing my
shit.”
“Oh, Nicky.” She felt so tiny as he slid his arms around her, delicate and fragile. Even knowing that
