Holiday Howlz: Her Feral Pack |
by Ruth D. Kerce |
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ISBN: 978-1-60521-346-0 |
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Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes |
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Theme(s): Ménage, Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes |
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Length: Hot Flash |
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Blurb:
Ever since Janie Merlot mated with two shapeshifting wolves, she hasn't been the same. Now she's back to prove that Dall and Cavan are indeed real.
After trudging into the woods -- instead of finding the arctic wolves -- she finds a man. Sawyer. Mysterious and sexy, she becomes trapped with him during a snowstorm. But who is he?
After waking from a deep sleep, the two arctic wolves she'd sought greet her, along with one large, black wolf. Sawyer's a shifter too! And their Alpha Leader.
Together, the three men take Janie through a decadent and erotic journey she'll never forget.
Excerpt:
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Dall slowly pushed into her pussy from behind. Her heart pounded and her body trembled in need. His cock felt bigger than any she’d ever had inside her. He held her tightly against him, exposing her body to Cavan, who sat against the headboard.
Cavan guided her between his legs, urging her mouth to his cock. “I need to feel your lips on me.”
She lowered her head and sucked the tip of his cock, which was as much as she could take, he was so big. His musky scent filled her, exciting her even more. Behind her, Dall’s fingers curled around her hips. He fucked her savagely, pounding into her cunt. “Come!”
The memory ran through Janie Merlot’s mind as she slowed her SUV along the snow-covered trail. She felt moisture in her panties and let out a whimper of desire.
Fucked by wolves.
What had she done? She squirmed in the seat as she stared out at the white landscape, still wondering if she’d gone mad when she’d last been to this national park to do a photo shoot for a wilderness magazine. She hadn’t told anyone about her sexual encounter here. Hell, nobody would believe her even if she had told them. She hardly believed it herself. Two arctic wolves -- Dall and Cavan -- had shifted into hunky men and fucked her in a nearby cabin like feral animals. An experience she’d never forget.
After she’d returned home, she began wondering if she’d suffered some sort of mental breakdown while isolated out here and hallucinated the whole sexual event. She had to find out for certain, before the memories ate away at her sanity.
She flicked off the yuletide song playing on the radio. Tomorrow was Christmas Day. The holiday seemed the perfect time for her to return, in the winter just like before. Maybe she could recreate the encounter.
As snow drifted down in light flakes, worry fluttered through her. If she went traipsing into the woods, looking for that cabin and got lost, she could freeze to death. But then, she should be able to follow her tracks back to the vehicle, and she had her cell phone. Yes, she’d be fine.
She killed the engine and grabbed her backpack before getting out of the vehicle and trudging into the woods. She hadn’t gone a hundred yards before a high-pitched howl stopped her. Wolves!
Enveloped by trees, she searched for movement. There was no guarantee that this time she wouldn’t be torn to pieces if she came across the savage animals. She shuddered, realizing just how vulnerable a position she’d put herself in. Why couldn’t she simply forget about what had happened?
“Because I can’t. Just keep going,” she whispered, putting one boot in front of the other. If she didn’t finish this now, she might never garner the courage to try again. When she glanced behind her, she saw the falling snow covering her tracks. Damn. She should have realized that would happen. Where was her brain? She slipped the cell phone out of her pocket. No reception. Double damn.
As she turned, something off to the side and above the trees caught her eye. Smoke! Could it be from the cabin? She couldn’t go back now. With her heart racing wildly, she made her way toward the rising plume.
When she emerged from the trees into a clearing, the cabin stood before her in all its glory. She could hardly believe she’d actually found it. Smoke floated up from the chimney. Someone was home. Someone was very nearby, in fact.
A tall man who was chopping wood stood at the side of the cabin. He spotted her at the same time, and they both froze. The first thing that struck her about him was his hair. Short. Dark. Not Dall or Cavan. Their hair had been long and blond.
The man embedded the axe he held into a wood stump and stepped toward her. He wore jeans, heavy boots, and a thick sweater under a sleeveless jacket. The jacket appeared to be park-issued with an emblem on the front. He looked hunky and strong enough to wrestle a bear and win. His broad shoulders, square jaw, and confident stride gave him the commanding presence of a leader. A man who normally would have her soaking her panties. But he wasn’t one of her wolves, and disappointment filled her.
He glanced around as if expecting others to be with her. “Can I help you, ma’am? You’re a bit off the beaten path. Are you lost?”
His easy manner relaxed her. “Um, not exactly. I was looking for the owner of this cabin.”
He studied her with a curious look. “The park owns it. But I work this section and live here. The name’s Sawyer Wilks. What can I do for you?”
Her heart sank. Sawyer. Not Dall or Cavan. She didn’t know what she’d expected. That maybe one of the men had completely changed his appearance somehow, she supposed. If they could change from wolves into men, why not different looking men? Yes, she was grasping. But she’d wanted to find them so badly. “How long have you lived in the cabin?”
“A few years.”
Years? That was impossible. She looked toward the porch of the cabin and saw the dog door. This was definitely the cabin. Even the curtains were the same. Maybe more than one cabin had been built out here. Her heart sank.
He blew into his hands. “Are you from the home office? I heard the park would be undergoing a review of its personnel and procedures before the end of the year.” He glanced up. “The snow’s really getting heavy. Would you like to come in for coffee?”
She had to see the inside of the cabin. To see if it was the same one. She nodded.
Sawyer smiled before turning and heading for the steps. He stomped up each stair, shaking the snow off his boots as he went. He opened the door for her and waited for her to enter first.
She followed him up and stepped inside. The same. Exactly the same. One room with a large bed covered by a very familiar comforter, and a table, now with a small Christmas tree decorated with red and blue bulbs and flashing lights, in the center.
“I’m a sucker for the holidays,” Sawyer said as he squeezed past her and took off his jacket.
No kitchen, but she smelled the coffee. That’s when she noticed an opening in the back wall with several appliances tucked inside. With the wood covering closed, it would appear like just part of the wall.
He shut the door and hung up his jacket. “Your coat?”
“Oh, thanks.” She set down her backpack, then shrugged out of her heavy garment. He hung it on a hook beside his on the back of the door. “Do you have dogs?” she asked, staring down at the entry.
He hesitated before answering. “No, no dogs. Please sit down,” he offered as he headed for the coffee. “They didn’t tell us what to expect in the interview.”
“What?” She forced her attention from the bed to Sawyer. Everything looked so familiar. Cozy and lived in. Comfortable.
“What do you need to know? Wildlife population counts? Equipment costs?”
“Oh. No. I mean, I’m not here for that.”
He turned toward her, and his easy demeanor changed to one of suspicion. “What are you doing here then?” His eyes narrowed. “Who are you?”
His presence had turned intimidating, but she stood her ground. “My name is Janie Merlot. I’m looking for two men.” She felt the tension in the room escalate. “Dall and Cavan.”
He dropped the mug he’d just picked up, and the handle broke as it hit the metallic sink. “Shit!”
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