Holiday Howlz: Werewolf Woes |
ISBN: 978-1-60521-349-1 |
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Length: Hot Flash |
Blurb:
Dakota Raynes has come home for one reason and one reason only... to lay claim on the woman meant to be his mate. Six years away has given him time to get the beast under control so he could be the man he thinks she needs. Now if she'd just stop being so damn stubborn!
Lily Deacon has had it with alpha men and their need to push her around. So Dakota thinks he can just waltz right in and take up where he left off? Oh, she'll let him play all right, but only by her rules. His little Lily is all grown up, and she has a few tricks of her own.
When these two wolves collide, the county will feel the clash all the way to their boots.
Excerpt:
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Lily was furious. Six years should have taken the edge off her lust for Dakota Raynes, but the hard-bodied former soldier was everything her little heart had dreamed he would be. And the bastard was wearing jeans! She picked up another empty beer bottle and slammed it on her tray.
“That’s one man who could win a sexiest ass competition without ever taking off his jeans.” Rebecca Lynn’s smile was full of regret and lust. “He’s one man I wouldn’t mind unwrapping for Christmas.”
Lily eyed Dakota’s ass from beneath lowered lashes. “Eh, it’s all right.” All right, hell. She’d give anything to scrape her nails on it. Then whip his ass good for bailing out of town without even so much as a goodbye. Though the idea of having him wrapped up in a bow did have merit.
“Keep telling yourself that, baby. I won’t hold it against you later.” Rebecca chuckled and turned back to filling mugs.
Lily grabbed the other beers and picked up the tray, balancing it with a precision born of too much practice. She blew at a loose tendril of hair that always seemed to find its way across her eye. One more semester after Christmas break, and then she could get away from small towns that still needed the AC in the middle of December.
“Lily Deacon, you are a sight for sore eyes.” The rumble of his voice in her ear made Lily’s hands shake. He was too close to her. Way too close. She set the tray down at her table and handed out the beers. The boys gave her a quick smile and went back to their game of spades.
She tucked the tray against her stomach and gave Dakota her darkest stare, the one that sent most men running for the hills. His sensual lips twitched. “What do you want?”
The warmth in his eyes diminished a bit. “I don’t even get a hello?”
“Hello, Dakota. What do you want?”
“Well that’s easy.” He moved closer so that she could smell the tantalizing scent of smoked meat and warm male. “Merry Christmas, Lily.”
“You’re a little early this year, and too many years too late for the others.” She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the memory of their first touch, but it was too late. Her mind went back to the night he’d first kissed her. His tongue. Gods, his tongue had done incredible things to her body. She drew in a shaky breath and opened her eyes.
“I’m not going anywhere. Not ever again.”
She squelched the tiny flutter of hope in her heart. “Until tomorrow? Then what? Go back to whatever hole you crawled from, Dakota. I’m not interested.” She turned on her heel and would have stalked away had he not grabbed her arm.
“Now wait just a damned minute.”
The scrape of chairs against the floor echoed in the suddenly quiet bar.
“Boy, I know it’s been a while since you’ve been here, but you’d best be taking your paws off Miss Lily unless you mean to claim her.” The slow drawl of Tex MacCallahan held the chill of winter.
The hackles rose on all the men in the bar, and Lily jerked her gaze to Rebecca Lynn. The dark-haired beauty shook her head and went back to her glasses.
“She’s mine.”
Tex raised his eyebrows. “Is that true, Lily?”
Her heart thundered in her chest, and the wolf inside screamed her need to be taken. Well, fuck that. He wants me; he’s going to have to earn it at this point. Lily jerked out of his grasp. “He holds no claim to me.”
The quiet murmurs rumbling through the bar set her nerves on edge. Part growl and part words, they told her most of them were close to slipping their skin.
Tex smiled. “Glad to hear it. I think that means you and I have a little something to prove, puppy.” The growl following his words was no longer human. Lily stared at him like he’d lost his mind. Tex had never shown any interest in her.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Chase and claim,” Rebecca Lynn called out, as she leaped over the bar in a move that would have made an Olympic hurdler proud. “Let her go, Dakota. If you’re man enough, you’ll stake your claim.” She jerked her head to the door. “Everybody out. Bar’s closed.”
The wolves all moved in a blur of speed. Some slipped their skin and loped through the door; others strolled out. None complained. There was a helluva show coming.
Tex shifted, and a gorgeous black wolf stood in his place. He winked and lolled his tongue before padding out the door. Dakota stared at Lily, a pained expression in his eyes. “You denied my claim.”
Lily gently took her wrist out of his hold. “No, Dakota. You never made one. Not ’til tonight. Funny how it took another man’s interest to get you to tell me yours.”
His eyes glinted with steely determination. “You will be mine, Lily.”
“You’ll have to catch me first.”
Lily was furious. Six years should have taken the edge off her lust for Dakota Raynes, but the hard-bodied former soldier was everything her little heart had dreamed he would be. And the bastard was wearing jeans! She picked up another empty beer bottle and slammed it on her tray.
“That’s one man who could win a sexiest ass competition without ever taking off his jeans.” Rebecca Lynn’s smile was full of regret and lust. “He’s one man I wouldn’t mind unwrapping for Christmas.”
Lily eyed Dakota’s ass from beneath lowered lashes. “Eh, it’s all right.” All right, hell. She’d give anything to scrape her nails on it. Then whip his ass good for bailing out of town without even so much as a goodbye. Though the idea of having him wrapped up in a bow did have merit.
“Keep telling yourself that, baby. I won’t hold it against you later.” Rebecca chuckled and turned back to filling mugs.
Lily grabbed the other beers and picked up the tray, balancing it with a precision born of too much practice. She blew at a loose tendril of hair that always seemed to find its way across her eye. One more semester after Christmas break, and then she could get away from small towns that still needed the AC in the middle of December.
“Lily Deacon, you are a sight for sore eyes.” The rumble of his voice in her ear made Lily’s hands shake. He was too close to her. Way too close. She set the tray down at her table and handed out the beers. The boys gave her a quick smile and went back to their game of spades.
She tucked the tray against her stomach and gave Dakota her darkest stare, the one that sent most men running for the hills. His sensual lips twitched. “What do you want?”
The warmth in his eyes diminished a bit. “I don’t even get a hello?”
“Hello, Dakota. What do you want?”
“Well that’s easy.” He moved closer so that she could smell the tantalizing scent of smoked meat and warm male. “Merry Christmas, Lily.”
“You’re a little early this year, and too many years too late for the others.” She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the memory of their first touch, but it was too late. Her mind went back to the night he’d first kissed her. His tongue. Gods, his tongue had done incredible things to her body. She drew in a shaky breath and opened her eyes.
“I’m not going anywhere. Not ever again.”
She squelched the tiny flutter of hope in her heart. “Until tomorrow? Then what? Go back to whatever hole you crawled from, Dakota. I’m not interested.” She turned on her heel and would have stalked away had he not grabbed her arm.
“Now wait just a damned minute.”
The scrape of chairs against the floor echoed in the suddenly quiet bar.
“Boy, I know it’s been a while since you’ve been here, but you’d best be taking your paws off Miss Lily unless you mean to claim her.” The slow drawl of Tex MacCallahan held the chill of winter.
The hackles rose on all the men in the bar, and Lily jerked her gaze to Rebecca Lynn. The dark-haired beauty shook her head and went back to her glasses.
“She’s mine.”
Tex raised his eyebrows. “Is that true, Lily?”
Her heart thundered in her chest, and the wolf inside screamed her need to be taken. Well, fuck that. He wants me; he’s going to have to earn it at this point. Lily jerked out of his grasp. “He holds no claim to me.”
The quiet murmurs rumbling through the bar set her nerves on edge. Part growl and part words, they told her most of them were close to slipping their skin.
Tex smiled. “Glad to hear it. I think that means you and I have a little something to prove, puppy.” The growl following his words was no longer human. Lily stared at him like he’d lost his mind. Tex had never shown any interest in her.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Chase and claim,” Rebecca Lynn called out, as she leaped over the bar in a move that would have made an Olympic hurdler proud. “Let her go, Dakota. If you’re man enough, you’ll stake your claim.” She jerked her head to the door. “Everybody out. Bar’s closed.”
The wolves all moved in a blur of speed. Some slipped their skin and loped through the door; others strolled out. None complained. There was a helluva show coming.
Tex shifted, and a gorgeous black wolf stood in his place. He winked and lolled his tongue before padding out the door. Dakota stared at Lily, a pained expression in his eyes. “You denied my claim.”
Lily gently took her wrist out of his hold. “No, Dakota. You never made one. Not ’til tonight. Funny how it took another man’s interest to get you to tell me yours.”
His eyes glinted with steely determination. “You will be mine, Lily.”
“You’ll have to catch me first.”
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