The
wolf moon fills the sky and it’s time to howl!
Warning: Contains alpha heroes and
heroines, scorching passion, tough love, family ties, and pack dynamics which
bind them together. Sometimes a wolf’s greatest challenge is finding their way
home…
Under a Wolf Moon
TITLES INCLUDE:
Wolf Next Door by HeatherLong
When
Claire Webster was five years old Tyler Buckley, the wolf next door, told her
he was her mate and then ordered her not to play with one of her friends.
Butting heads throughout their childhood, her choice to leave Willow Bend tore
them apart. Eight years later, she sends a request to the new Alpha—she wants
to come home, and when he grants it, she’s both relieved and terrified. The
first person she runs into is the last one who ever wants to see her again.
Princess of the Pack by
Saranna DeWylde
Marchessa
de la Luna’s duty is to the marriage arranged to the enigmatic and powerful,
but aging Alpha Antony Rommulus. Her passion is for the rogue Cassius who can
give her nothing except pleasure. Marchessa must choose if it will be duty or
desire that will decide her fate and that of her pack.
Eternal by Rebecca Royce
Dougal
Owens has served on the front line of The Dragon Wars for sixteen years. The
last thing this Alpha werewolf expects is his mate to drop in with a plan to
end the war. Together, they will battle to save the Wolves or die trying.
Hell’s Playground by CaraCarnes
The
Quadrant Alpha once thought Mira’s death was the worst thing that could have
happened. Learning she lives, and worse, survived torture and purgatory gives
Adrik a chance to save Redemption and his mate.
Odd Wolf by Virginia Nelson
Excerpt from Odd Wolf:
“Look,
sweetheart? We both know I’m awake and you’re in control, but could you spare a
drink of water? Because my mouth tastes like blood and is dry, and the dripping
I can hear isn’t helping any.” There, his voice didn’t betray his illogical
reaction to her, or at least he hoped it didn’t.
“You’re
hardly in a position to request favors.”
Her voice seemed to strip him bare, the acid in her tone actually
painful to him for some reason.
A
bright light shone on his face and he blinked, blinded. Trying to turn away
from it didn’t help since she’d duct taped him to a damned chair. “I realize
that. Again, you’ve got all the cards, sweetheart. I haven’t fought against you,
not even a little…and I didn’t ask you to let me go.” He didn’t ask, but he
worked to free himself. It wasn’t his first time getting taped up, so he knew
patience would better serve him than panicked tugging at his restraints.
The
light winked out, leaving a sheen of red with a brilliant white spot burned on
the back of his eyeballs. Though he couldn’t see her, he heard her movement
moments before her hand cupped the back of his head. “Drink, then.”
He
couldn’t, leaving it to dribble down his chin before he managed to control
himself to the point of swallowing. Her touch—the feel of her fingertips in his
hair so near his scalp—scraped him to the core. There was something about this
female…
The
untainted water proved cool and refreshing as it trickled down his dry throat.
Her nearness lasted a few seconds longer before she vanished again, and he
couldn’t track her in the darkness. She was soundless in her movements, but perhaps
she was off to his left a little.
“You
said your name was Lynwood…” The sound of her words came from his right and he
snapped toward direction. But then he heard her breathing, as if she stood
right behind him. The conflicting guesses at her location left his wolf
spinning, panicking past the hypnotic sound of her voice.
“Yes,”
he said. The man worked to still and calm the beast, forcing instinct down in
favor of calm logic. “My name is Lynwood Pierce and I understand that I’ve
trespassed on your turf, but—”
Her
breath washed over him when she spoke, her face so close he could practically
feel her lips move with her words. “There aren’t any buts, Lynwood, you
trespassed.”
Swallowing
hard, he bit his lip. The temptation to lean forward and capture her lips
shivered through him, a need almost as important as breathing. Again, the man
worked to overrule the wolf so he could speak. “You’re right, of course,
sweetheart.”
Her
palm met his cheek with a resounding slap. “Stop calling me that. I’m Alpha and
will be addressed as such.”
“Fine,
Alpha Sweetheart, I’m sorry I upset you with my presence.”
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