Odd Mate Blurb:
Gretchen fell in love with Charly, a sweet, nerdy bear of a man but ran fast
and hard from his side when she realized he'd hate her for a genetic twist of
fate she couldn't change. Now she's back in town and drawn to his side. Can a
wolf sworn to destroy all coyotes claim a coywolf mate or will he be forced to
destroy the only girl he ever loved?
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Odd Mate Excerpt:“Rise and shine, sleeping broody.” Trudy poked him with her foot. “Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.”
One handed, he reached out and yanked her ankle out from underneath her, pleased when she landed on her ass with an oof. “Knock it off, Trudy,” he grumbled.
“Oh my goddess, I’m way too close to naked fuzz nuts.”
Trudy’s comment and her immediate and hurried rush to get away from him finally managed to make him open his eyes. He was naked—blissfully, wonderfully naked. He’d made love to Gretchen all night long, amazed by how all his imaginings of how they’d be together didn’t manage to live up to the reality. He felt sore in all the right places, happy, replete.
Rolling, he scanned the forest. Birds sang. Bugs buzzed. Leaves fluttered in the early afternoon breeze. The beauty of the scene around him jangled warning bells in his head.
No Gretchen.
Sitting up fast, he scented for her. She wasn’t anywhere nearby. Instead of bothering to put on clothes, he shifted fast. Trudy stood nearby, watching him instead of her surroundings. The girl was badass with the magic, but not so great at guarding.
Then again, he hadn’t bothered to tell her to stand watch.
His bones shifted, cracking and popping as they realigned in a rush of fur overtaking flesh. In moments, he stood on four feet, shaking off the last vestiges of humanity in favor of his beast.
“Ew,” she said. “That was super gross. Could you not?”
Rolling his eyes, he moved to her side, tugging her pant leg with his teeth to suggest she should follow him. She obeyed, only bitching a little. “So where are we off to? Because toward coffee would be good. I mean, I came looking for you when you weren’t at camp—hard to accomplish in the land of the tree mazes, but pretty easy with a quickie locator spell.”
Charly slammed to a halt, staring up at her.
“What? Coffee? Yeah, great idea, right? Want me to poof us to some Starbucks? Cuz, if that’s what you want…baby, I’m your gal.” Trudy stopped moving when he’d stopped, swatting at a random horsefly.
The scent trail from Gretchen ended abruptly at the creek, suggesting she’d walked in the water itself for a while—which could’ve been coincidence or an intentional way to hide where she’d gone. A locator spell would be rather handy. He continued to stare at the witch.
“I’m guessing you don’t want coffee. Although I don’t speak dog, I can tell you’re giving me a dirty look. What is it, Lassie? Is Timmy down a well?” Trudy smacked her legs, grinning at her own cleverness.
He growled at her.
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