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Not only are werewolves real, but they're damn hunky, too!


Frustrated when none of the real newspapers will hire her as a reporter, Eliza Bradley takes the only job she can get – at a paranormal magazine. Her first assignment takes her to Fairbanks , Alaska to investigate the possibility that a werewolf has killed two local hikers.

She forgets about the story, however, when she meets Hunter McCall, a local college professor and an expert on wolves. The man is an absolute hunk, and she finds herself spending more time in his bed than worrying about werewolves. That is, until Eliza finds out that Hunter isn’t just an animal in the sack, he’s an animal out of it, too - of the werewolf variety! Talk about a complicated relationship!

But Eliza can’t dwell on Hunter’s little shapeshifting issues. There’s another werewolf out there with a taste for human blood, and she and Hunter are the only ones who can stop him.

Excerpt:

While the steaks he made probably were as fantastic as he’d claimed, she really couldn’t say, because she spent the entire dinner completely mesmerized by him. She’d never been so fascinated by a man before. And there was definitely a lot to be fascinated with.

Like his hands. She’d never really looked at a man’s hands before, but every time Hunter picked up his wine glass or gestured with his fork, all she could think about was what those big, strong hands of his would feel like caressing her naked body. She could just imagine them firmly cupping her breasts while he suckled on her nipples. The thought alone was enough to make them harden beneath her bra, and she quickly reached for her own glass of wine as she felt her face color.

Trying to banish the erotic image from her mind, Eliza forced herself to focus on what Hunter was saying. But all that did was draw her attention to his wide, sensuous mouth, and she almost let out a little moan as her thoughts immediately headed in another, even naughtier direction. She let herself fantasize about lying back on the kitchen table while Hunter did all sorts of delicious things to her body with that incredible mouth of his. Then, when she was totally on fire for him, he would pull off his clothes and show her the rest of that fine body before climbing up on the table with her.

Good heavens, she’d always had a vivid imagination, but this was amazing. It was all she could do not to slide her hand beneath the table and touch herself! How was it possible to get so aroused by a man simply from being in the same room with him? It must be the wine, she decided, because she’d never gotten this aroused without some serious foreplay first. But here she was practically drooling from a few harmless fantasies. She’d never been so attracted to man before. She practically had to physically restrain herself from jumping him.

Somehow, though, she managed to keep her fantasies, not to mention her urges, at bay enough to actually carry on an intelligent conversation. She was amazed at how much she and Hunter had in common, and how incredibly easy it was to talk to him. She already felt like she’d known him for years.

Though Hunter said she should sit while he cleared the table after they’d finished dinner, Eliza insisted on helping. Since it was difficult for both of them to load the dishwasher, however, she focused on putting the condiments away. When she came to the restaurant-style pepper mill, she realized she didn’t know where it belonged. Turning to Hunter, who was standing behind her, she held it up with a questioning look.

“Where does this go?”

He glanced at her as he finished drying his hands on a dishtowel. “In the cabinet right behind you, but I can get it.

Tossing the towel on the counter, Hunter took the pepper mill from her and opened the cabinet above her head. His nearness was doing crazy things to her pulse, and Eliza found herself leaning back against the counter and holding her breath as he reached up to put the pepper mill away. She very nearly moaned out loud when she felt his chest brush against the tips of her breasts. God, she could feel the heat from his body through their clothes!

With the pepper mill returned to its proper place, Hunter closed the cabinet. Eliza waited for him to move away and go back to loading the dishwasher, but he didn’t. Instead, he gazed down at her with those incredible gold eyes of his. This close, she could see that they were flecked with green and edged with a light brown. He really did have the most gorgeous eyes she’d ever seen.

Her pulse quickening, Eliza tilted her head back and licked her lips, silently begging Hunter to do what she’d been longing for him to do since she’d first met him, and kiss her. She imagined him threading his fingers in her hair, imagined him tilting her head back, imagined his mouth plundering hers. The fantasy was almost enough to make her sway on her feet, and she found herself reaching back with one hand to grab the countertop. Dear God, how would she react if he actually did kiss her? She couldn’t believe she was so turned on by a man she’d just met. She didn’t even care that she barely knew him. Her body craved his touch so completely that it felt as though she would die if he didn’t kiss her right then.

As if reading her mind, Hunter bent his head to cover her mouth with his. The kiss was gentle, his mouth moving over hers tenderly, almost experimentally, and she melted against him with a little sigh. He tasted of wine and steak sauce, and something else that was difficult to put a name to. But it was decidedly male and unbelievably intoxicating.

All at once, Hunter deepened the kiss, his mouth moving more urgently over hers, as if he suddenly couldn’t seem to get enough of her. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming hers as its mate even as he slid one hand into her long hair to tilt her head back further. Eliza let out a soft moan of pleasure. She had been kissed by a lot of men, but never like this. When it came to kissing, Hunter McCall was in a class all by himself.

“God, you taste sweet,” he said hoarsely, his breathing ragged from their kisses, his mouth hovering temptingly over hers. “I want you, Eliza.”

“Yes,” she breathed, the word a husky whisper on her lips as she pulled him down for another kiss. This time, it was her tongue that sought his, intent on exploring every inch of his tasty mouth. She didn’t care that they barely knew each other. She wanted him and right then, that was all that mattered.

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