Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-220-3
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire
Theme(s): Interracial, Werewolves, Shapeshifters
Series: Dawg Town
Length: Hot Flash
ISBN: 978-1-60521-220-3
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire
Theme(s): Interracial, Werewolves, Shapeshifters
Series: Dawg Town
Length: Hot Flash
Blurb:
Cat shifter Alina Bloome has been gone from Barkus for five years. Now she's back and her childhood crush has declared her his. Still hurting from his rejection before she left, she's decided he's going to have to work very hard to get her. Handcuffs wouldn't hurt either.
Werewolf and honorary member of the Prairie Dawgs Taylor MacKeller has been biding his time, waiting for Alina to come of age and come home. Now that she's back in town, she's his for the taking and he's got the handcuffs to help in his task.
Excerpt:
He heard the squeak of the screen door opening and looked toward the porch.
“You going to sit there all night or come say hello?”
He grinned at her sass; he had missed that so much. “I'll say hello when I'm damn good and ready. Why don't you come down here and greet me?”
“That would mean punching you and I'm a lady. I don't do shit like that.”
His eyebrow rose.
“Move your ass; dinner is getting cold.” She turned and walked back into the house.
His body hummed with need as her words played on a loop in his head. Taylor knew he had his work cut out for him. He just hadn't counted on her being so pissed with him. He turned off the bike and strode to the house. Once inside memories started to assault him, from the moments where he had tutored in math, to her birthday parties, to the last time he had spoken to her before she had left town. His hands clenched as determination shuddered through him. $Mine, the wolf inside of him growled. He couldn't agree more.
“You can sit down. You wolves know how to do that right?” she called from the kitchen.
He chuckled and headed to the dining room where he sat down at the table and looked down at his plate. Barbequed steak, smothered in BBQ sauce and mashed potato were piled high on his plate. His stomach rumbled. He hadn't realized just how hungry he was. Before hitting the bar he'd grabbed a really late lunch. The sheriff was working everyone hard over the drug smuggling case and trying to play keep away from the reporter that had come to town snooping around.
Alina coming home couldn't have come at a better time. He'd needed a distraction badly. Footsteps coming toward the table heralded her joining him. Taylor looked up and his breath caught in his throat. She really had grown up. His gaze traveled over her body, taking her in from head to toe.
She wore figure-hugging sweats that showed off her wide hips and high pert breasts. His cock twitched and he groaned silently. Her hair hung loosely in waves over her shoulders and her face was free of makeup, showing off her natural beauty. He wanted to take her face in his hands and kiss her plush, full lips, suck her tongue into his mouth and taste her.
“What are you staring at?” She placed a hand on her hip and tilted her head to the side.
“You look gorgeous,” he blurted out and then groaned. He was losing control, fast.
She rolled her eyes and walked over to the table. “Whatever, let's eat.”
“Don't dismiss my compliment. I mean it.”
She sat down and didn't look at him.
“Ali…”
She cut him off, “Don't, okay? Just don't. It still hurts.”
The softness of her voice, made his heart hurt. He could hear the pain laced in her words and knew he had a lot to make up for.
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