Seven Kisses: A Beauty and the Beast Dark Romance

My name is Gabrielle, but Madame de Villeneuve thinks I’m a girl called Suzanne. Nobody believes I’m really who I say I am. I guess I’m partly to blame. After all, I did sign a stranger’s name to my committal forms when I entered this rehabilitation centre. I’m not actually addicted to anything—not sex, not drugs, not even rock and roll.

So what’s kept me here? It’s a long story, and you probably wouldn’t believe it even if I told you—especially the part about the monkey butlers. How does an innocent young woman end up bound to a hospital bed in the bowels of a Victorian manor house? I’ll tell you if you really want to know… but I’m not sure you do.

This is a story about seven kisses: some forceful, some sweet, and every one impossible to forget. Seven kisses that started with my stay at Loindici Manor. Seven kisses that would change my life forever.

A novel from award-winning author Giselle Renarde.


When they arrived face-to-face with a panelled door, both men knocked simultaneously. Their solid raps echoed through the hallway, which was starting to feel smaller and darker than it had before, like some kind of creepy Alice in Wonderland tunnel.

“Madame,” one of the men in scrubs called through the door. “We have brought you your latest arrival.”

“Thank you,” a sultry voice called back. “You may show her in.”

The men opened the dark door and pushed Gabrielle beyond the threshold. She fell to her knees and skidded across the floor. By the time she’d turned to scowl at her captors, the woman they’d called “Madame” had already closed the door behind her.

“Hello, Suzanne.” The woman stood tall in a pinstriped skirt and ruffled blouse. Her clothes looked nearly as old as the house, and her office d├ęcor wasn’t much newer. There was even a Freud-style fainting couch along one panelled wall.

While Gabrielle was busy taking in the sights, the very proper woman repeated herself. “Did you hear me, my dear? I said hello, Suzanne.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” Gabrielle picked herself up off the floor with the help of an oxblood leather chair. A nameplate on the desk caught her eye: it read Mme de Villeneuve in gold lettering. “I tried to tell your guys, but they wouldn’t listen. See, I’m not supposed to be here.”

Pursing her pink lips, Mme de Villeneuve cocked her head and considered Gabrielle. “Many patients feel that way when they first arrive at Loindici Manor.”

“No, I mean I’m not Suzanne.”

The woman’s eyebrows rose with curiosity. “I see. Who are you, my dear?”

“Gabrielle. Suzanne ran away. She ran into the woods. I don’t know where she went.”

“I see.” Sitting swiftly at her desk, Madame de Villeneuve pulled a set of what could only be called spectacles (you wouldn’t call them glasses, that’s for sure) from a desk drawer. She uncapped a wooden pen with a fancy nib—a calligraphy pen, looked like—and dashed a few lines on a creamy piece of paper.

Gabrielle could see the thick black ink staining the paper, but she couldn’t read the words. “What language is that?”

Madame did not respond.

“What are you writing?”

She didn’t acknowledge Gabrielle’s question in any way.

“Is it about me? I’m not Suzanne, you know.”

Setting the calligraphy pen beside the paper, Madame removed a blotting sheet from her desk and set it over her writings. “Your parents are very concerned about your behaviour, as I’m sure you are aware. That is why they wish you committed to my care. Now that I have met you, young lady, I must say I am concerned as well.”

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Excerpt Dangerous Surrender

When Gwen and Bowie meet for the first time...and guess what, it's available for pre-order now!

unedited excerpt - Gwen's POV

The door behind me was pulled open, setting off the alarm. Since there was a wall behind the receptionist with a mirror on it I was able to see who walked in. It didn’t surprise me to see that it was a biker, a big, bad ass biker by the looks of him. He was huge. Well over six feet tall, and I knew that because Greg was a slender six feet tall exactly. This man's stature made Greg look like a man wannabe. I grinned at making such a ridiculous comparison, but I couldn't help it. This man was dangerous looking, and built like he could handle anything that came his way. He looked ready for action.

Dressed in bad ass biker attire, he had the whole package going on. Old faded jeans, black tee-shirt beneath a black leather vest that had all kinds of colorful patches on it. His black hair hung below his ears and looked windblown. Or it could be because he was running his hands through it like he was doing now. I watched the tight muscles in his arms flex for a second.


When our eyes met in the mirror and I saw the smirk on his rugged face I realized that I'd been caught staring. Shit! I was about to glance away when his gaze dropped, and I watched his dark eyes move over my backside. They seemed to linger on my ass, making me feel a bit self-conscious because I knew my old jeans fit a little too snugly. Greg had complained lately that I'd put on a few extra pounds. When the biker’s lazy gaze drifted back up to mine his sexy, pantie-wetting smile definitely put me on alert.

I forced myself to take deep, even breaths when it dawned on me that I was holding my breath. Only a few seconds had passed but it felt like we'd been scoping each other out for hours. Okay, I was exaggerating but seriously, the man was hot! He was a walking beast. Everything in my body was turning to liquid fire, and making a fast exit toward my pussy.

I shook my head to clear it of my craziness, and began counting out the money for my room. During this whole time the clerk had just been standing there, looking ridiculous in his robe and pajamas, kind of weaving back and forth like a zombie, or as if he was about to fall asleep on his feet. He picked up the money and turned away to put it inside a drawer located off to the side of him.

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Wedding Heat: Saturday Box Set by Giselle Renarde

Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle!

This box set of Wedding Heat novelettes contains all six spicy tales from the series’ second season!

In “Hole in One,” Joey and Greg get a lesson in love from the wedding resort’s handsome golf instructor. In “Full Service Bridesmaid,” a morning massage turns into a menage a trois when the maid of honour hooks up with two hot masseurs.

“Swing Low” takes BDSM to new heights as wedding guests try out a brand new sex swing. Next up, a transgender cater-waiter calls out his gay roommate on an illicit affair with the boss. Will anger turn to lust and even love when resort workers walk out on their shift in “Catering to the Masses”?

In “Lickity Split,” Vanessa throws ice cream at the problem when she discovers two of the bridesmaids are closeted lesbians. Lastly, the bestselling story of the Wedding Heat series follows Suki as she seduces the DJ. Sure she’s married to Simon, but don’t worry about him. He’s more than happy to spend the night “Wife Watching.”

This wedding’s already got serious sizzle, and it’s only Saturday!


From Wife Watching:

“Call me a slut.”

His fingers stalled inside her pussy, like the request surprised the action right out of him. “Are you a slut?”

“Yes,” she hissed, tossing her head back. Her pink nipples pointed straight at the ceiling. Simon wished to hell Arthur would lean down and catch them between his teeth. Bite her breasts. Tease her. Hurt her.

She liked that.

“Slut,” Suki said, drawing out the S. She licked her fingertips and sent them to her clit. “Arthur, honey, I’m such a fucking slut.”

“Yeah?” His fingers moved faster in her pussy.

“Yeah, baby.” She gasped for breath as she toyed with her clit. “Oh fuck, that’s good.”

“And that’s just fingers.” Arthur chuckled. “Wait until I get my fat dick inside you, slut.”

Simon’s cock strained against his zipper. He wouldn’t be surprised if his erection broke through his pants.

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Hot guys, hot rods, and homicide!

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One of my favorite mysteries. A chance encounter on a cold night, and look what happens!

After work, I drove to the Hopkins Police Department. I wasn't sure whether to go to Chaska, where the murder occurred, or Minneapolis, where the dead cop had worked. But that would mean I'd have to drive around looking for police stations. This one in Hopkins was on my way home so it was easy. Besides, cops all talked to each other, didn't they? If I stopped here, I could make my report then go home and think about Bill. My worry about Bill was more important than being a maybe-witness to a maybe-murder.

Satisfied with my logic, I went into the modern-looking squat brick building. I talked to the desk person, who jotted information and referred me to another person, who escorted me to a harassed-looking man seated at a battered desk in a big room with other harassed-looking people.

I sat down in the offered chair and examined “Detective Marcus Sloan” if his desk nameplate was to be believed. Sloan had thick, short-cropped white/gray hair, a tanned and lined oval face with baby blue eyes and a tight, compact body in a navy sweater and jeans. Very sharp baby blue eyes, I decided, when he turned to me.

“You heard something on Wednesday night?” he prompted, tapping a pencil on his littered desk.

“Well, maybe,” I hedged. “I was in that particular parking garage at four-thirty or so.” I looked warily at the empty cup of coffee near my elbow. There was something floating on the surface of the scummy liquid and it smelled a bit rancid. I glanced around the room where people walked, stood and talked, or drank coffee. It was noisy and very beige. You'd think they could brighten it up with some paint. They should also get some nicer furniture.

“And?” Detective Sloan snapped.

Startled out of my critique of the decorating style of the Hopkins Police Department, I glared at Marcus Sloan. “No need to get shirty. I'm just doing my civic duty.”

“Shirty?” He looked around the room as though requesting assistance. “That's a word?”

“It is. It means pissy.” Then realizing what I said I clapped a hand over my mouth. “Oops.” Was it against the law to swear at the law? I hoped not.

Sloan sat back in his chair and regarded me with those sharp blue eyes. “Why don't you just tell me what you heard?” 

I decided my best bet was to speak now or forever hold my peace. “I drove through the parking garage looking for a spot. I think I saw two men on level three as I was looking.” I frowned. “Who would've known it was St. Patrick's Day? Besides, that's such an artificial holiday.” I hurried on before Sloan could comment. “I finally found a spot on the ground floor. I heard two men arguing above me. It wasn't Spanish, French, German, Dutch, Cantonese, or Arabic. I think it was an Asian dialect but I'm not sure. They were shouting. I went to the stairwell to walk up to the catwalk on level three to go to the hospital. A man came out of the stairwell at the third floor and accosted me.”

Sloan's eyes widened as I recited my facts. He opened his mouth, closed it then said, “It wasn't...what did you say—Arabic or French or—”

“I'm reasonably fluent in those languages. I'd recognize them. I've never studied any of the Asian languages, except for a smattering of Cantonese. No, this was something else.”

“The man 'accosted' you?” Sloan asked, leaning forward. He looked like he was struggling to suppress a grin. I could see it tugging at the corners of his mouth. His face was weathered and I saw the crinkles deepen around his eyes. 

I leveled a frosty gaze at him. “Yes, he did accost me.” Heavens, that sounded prim. “He appeared in the doorway as I was going to the catwalk.”

“So he must have been on the fourth or fifth floor.”

I considered it. “Unless he was on level three and opened the door just as I got there.”

“Can you describe him? I realize you were probably nervous and the stairwell wasn't well-lighted, but—” 

I shot him a pitying glance. “He was slightly taller than me, perhaps five-foot-seven. He had a heavy build, stocky and was clean-shaven except for a five o'clock shadow with a splotchy complexion and red cheeks. He had a very round face with a rather large nose.” I considered Sloan's nose, which was slender. “Yes. Large nose and dark hair under a dark brown camo stocking cap. His hair looked long and curling at the back. Hmm. It might have some gray,” I amended. “Dark eyebrows and dark eyes.” I looked at Sloan's baby blues. “Brown, I believe, or perhaps hazel. He had a slight scar near one eyebrow, rather Harry Potter-ish. He was wearing brown pants, a dark blue jacket with some kind of sports insignia here.” I gestured vaguely to my right breast. Sloan's eyes followed the movement then returned to my face. “He was probably in his early to mid-fifties, quite athletic looking, and very fit.” I sat back. “That's all I remember. But of course, I was nervous.” I smiled. “And it was dark.”

Sloan's jaw hinged back up with an audible snap.

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COWBOY 12-PACK Boxed Set! 99 Cents!

I'm very excited to be part of a boxed set releasing today called COWBOY 12-PACK! It's available for 99 CENTS for a limited time, to grab your copy today!

My contribution is SADIE AND THE COWBOY, and you'll find books b Cynthia D'Alba, Elle James, Donna Michaels, Shoshanna Evers, Randi Alexander, Cora Seton, Beth Williamson, Sabrina York, Sable Hunter, Lexi Post, and Becky McGraw!

If you love sexy cowboy romance books, get ready for a 12-pack of ‘em from New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors!

I AM NOT YOUR MELODY – Shoshanna Evers
THE HARDER THEY FALL – Beth Williamson
THE REAL MCCOY – Sabrina York
BADASS – Sable Hunter


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BlurbWhen a prospect kidnaps Kat thinking that she’s a doctor, Kat finds herself under the protection of the club president. Lynch likes Kat’s spunk and full curves but when she steals his Harley to escape he has no choice but to follow club rules and deal out punishment. Tempers erupt, passions explode, and punishment becomes the sweetest ecstasy!

Excerpt – The woman in question was still on the ground, unwittingly bringing attention to her large tits as she lay on her backside panting. Her wild blonde hair was half-up, half-down, and with a huff she brushed it out of her face and eyes, which were shooting daggers of blue lightning up at us. When my gaze returned to hers, she had enough fury in her eyes to damn me to hell and back. If she recognized me she didn’t show it.

I shouldn’t have, but I smiled.

She got to her feet on her own steam and headed straight for Chicken. “You dumb shit! I couldn’t breathe!” It was clear that she was going to hit him, which just wouldn’t do. No one hit a brother, even a prospect, and got away with it. Chicken actually took a step back, producing laughter from Wizard and Tank. It was clear her attack had caught him by surprise. “You could have killed me!”

Just as she raised her hands to hit him I stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her waist hauling her off her feet and back against me. I immediately noticed the difference between her and the skinny whores that hung around club. Thicker waist, curvier hips, and right now her fleshy ass was rubbing against me, and any time I had something this sweet against my dick I got hard.

“Who the hell is in charge here?” she snapped, digging her nails into my arm and struggling wildly, obviously too angry to appreciate her situation. “Kidnapping is against the law, you jerks!”

She tried to pull my arm from around her waist, throwing her head back with purpose. She wasn’t scared, just mad as hell. Her attempt to head-butt me produced a chuckle from the guys. I was six-foot-six and her head barely reached my chest. 

There was nothing she could do to hurt me physically, but that didn’t matter. Just the fact that she was trying to hurt me was cause for immediate action. As the president of the club I had a reputation to protect. My crew might be amused at what was happening, but they still expected me to put her in her place and show her who was boss.

As she continued to wiggle against me, the clip holding her hair popped open, releasing long, wild hair. The kind of hair a man could grab a hold of when pounding into her from behind.

Fuck me. Not a vision that I wanted right then.

“Let me go, asshole!” I had a feeling that her hysterical command was the result of my hard cock. Unless she was dead from the waist down, she had to feel it against her ass. I was harder than a steel rod from her movements, and I’d always liked a woman that looked like a woman, with curves I could sink myself into.

Another thing affecting my libido was the way she smelled, clean and fresh. I was used to the smell of cigarettes, booze, and sex on the whores that I slept with.

“Take your filthy hands off me!”

That did it. She needed to be taught a fucking lesson. There was an old, broken down jeep nearby and I threw her up against it, pushing her there with my body. Ignoring her gasp of pain, I fisted a hand in her long hair and jerked her head back roughly, enough so that our eyes could meet.

“Give me anymore trouble and I’ll show you how filthy I can get. 

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Getting It On the Go: Gay Public Sex Stories

What’s better than getting lucky? Getting it on the go!

Can single guys GET IT ON in public without getting caught? The men in these erotic stories give it their best shot. They’re out on the town, or on their way to work, or performing a low-paid gig with an up-and-coming indie band.

Maybe they stumble into that special stall in the bathroom of a gay bar. Maybe a student and a professor fall for each other when a blizzard strands them at the side of the highway Christmas night. Maybe three strangers find common ground on a broken-down bus.

Whatever the situation, you know things are going to heat up fast when these guys get it on the go!

Excerpt from "Stranded with the Professor":

When Jacob opened his door, Professor Klein sat upright, sniffling. He shoved a hanky into his jacket pocket. His eyes were puffy and red. Was he… was he crying?

“Hey,” Jacob said as he got in the car. “You okay, man?”

The professor gazed down at Jacob’s high tops. “Your shoes are wet now. And your pants! Are you trying to get frostbite, or are you just abominably stupid?”

Geeze! Didn’t this guy realize Jacob was doing him a favour by riding shotgun? Did he have to be so rude? Jacob tried not to respond in kind, but he found himself saying, “Why are you being such a dick? The heater can dry my shoes. Fuck! I’m not an idiot.”

“The heater won’t be on for long. If I don’t turn the engine off soon, we’ll burn off every bit of gas in the tank, and when the storm finally clears we’ll be stuck out here.”

Jacob hadn’t considered that the blizzard might last longer than a couple minutes, but the professor’s warning reminded him of something he’d heard on the news last winter: an entire highway in Quebec was closed down for a matter of days by a blizzard so dense even emergency vehicles couldn’t make it through. Hadn’t people died in their cars? Jacob thought he remembered hearing that a few drivers had frozen to death.

“Maybe we should try driving some more,” Jacob suggested. “How far are we from the nearest town?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea. I couldn’t see road signs. That’s part of the reason I pulled over. I couldn’t see a thing.”

Jacob took off his shoes and pressed his feet to the heating vents.

“Thank you,” the professor said. “That’s lovely.”

“I want to dry my socks before we turn off the car.”

The professor sighed. “Very well. That’s probably a smart idea.”

Finally Jacob wasn’t being called an idiot. He smiled smugly, and then felt guilty, though her wasn’t sure why. “We’re in for a long night, huh?”

“It would seem so.”

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Futuristic romance (Book 3 of the New Human Intercession): Leap of Faith

Anniversary post! Jak Exo Moreno, man-machine blend, is threatening the planetary government. Can his love, Dru Delaney, save him?

Jak approached the door to the main building and ran his hand over the security scanner. The door lock whirred but didn’t open. He tried again, pressing his palm hard against the red glowing light. The lock again made the hissing sound but nothing happened.

“Let me try, Leader Moreno.” One of his guards moved forward and reached out his hand to the door.
Jak stepped to one side to make room and that movement saved his life. A laser burst lanced through the night, its fine red beam bisecting the guard’s arm and traveling upward into the guard’s neck, which exploded in a spray of blood and tissue.

The second guard behind Jak grabbed him and pulled. Jak fell back with the man, assuming he meant to move them both out of danger. Instead the man twisted until Jak was in front of him, the guard protected by the door at their backs. Jak was exposed to the night, the guard’s arm around his neck and his chest in his light beige shirt like a beacon in the dark doorway. Jak jerked, trying to unhook the man’s arm from his throat, but the guard had him tightly with just enough pressure to keep Jak close.

Another burst of laser fire slammed into the plascrete of the building behind them. Shards of razor sharp fragments spiraled around them and Jak felt one bite into his face, making him flinch away from the pain. The guard briefly loosened his grip and Jak took advantage of the moment, dropping to the pavement to kneel briefly then jumping up, pivoting and ramming his fist hard into the guard’s chest. 

The man went down with a startled grunt and Jak grabbed him, rolling to the ground with the guard on top of him. The next burst from the weapon caught the guard in the chest and he died with a strangled shout, sagging back and momentarily pinning Jak to the ground.

Jak pushed the body off of him and spun away from the lights that illuminated the path under the walkway leading to the government building. Alarms were clanging inside and Jak saw people running through the walkways, weapons drawn. People spilled out of doorways, muted shouts and panicked cries mingling with the sound of distant explosions.
“Leader Moreno!” 

Jak turned and saw three guards racing across the courtyard toward him. They went just a few steps then laser fire crisscrossed in the night, overlying strands like deadly webs that ensnared the two men and woman, cutting them down in a bloody tangle.

Jak kept the apartment building against his back and began a dash to the government center where more guards – and more importantly, weapons – were housed. Adrenaline rushed through him and Jak used it to keep his panic at bay. Who is in on it? How did they get guards to attack me? Is the building still locked? He veered to the left, aiming for a different door. If all doors were locked, he would go to the front and break the glass there to get in. He had to cross some open space but he could minimize his vulnerability by staying close to the building most of the way.

He was halfway to the building when the lanterns that lit the courtyard flickered and died. The moon provided as much shadow as light, but Jak welcomed the darkness. He was nearing the side door leading to the common room on the lower level when he heard voices behind him.


Jak froze and looked over his shoulder. Two figures were emerging from the darkness, weapons in their hands. Shouts were loud from the building behind him and beyond the shadowy courtyard he saw more people coming, people with weapons.

There was no clear exit ahead of him and he had no idea what was happening in the building behind him. He had only a slim chance of escape and nothing to use as a weapon. Jak assessed his options in the blink of an eye and settled on the only thing remaining: his telepathic training. 

He turned and ran toward the doorway to the government center. If he could reach the relative security of that building, he might find others inside who could help, or weapons he could use. As he moved Jak focused on the attackers and attempted to touch the mind of the man running toward him. 

Nothing except a dogged thought was palpable: Kill Exo Moreno. The single-minded focus was intense and for the first time since the attack began, Jak felt fright. The man either had rigid mental shields or he’d been somehow programmed, all other thoughts and emotions purged to leave only murder.

A clone? Jak wondered as he reached the door and slapped his hand against the palm reader. Did they reprogram a clone to kill me? That’s the only thing that makes sense. No one could be that devoid of emotion or thought.

The door didn’t budge. Jak didn’t waste time. He spun away to face the men coming at him, their guns raised. I can kill at least one of them, maybe two, with a psychic burst, he thought grimly. He gathered his power and refused to look beyond the four people who paused and took aim at him.
He saw movement in the glass panel at the top of the door. A face, then two, peered out at him then suddenly the door swung open.


Jak jumped to the left as a lithe figure darted out of the shadows of the doorway and fired over his shoulder. More shots blazed from inside the building, and Jak’s attackers went down amid a barrage of laser fire, screams torn from mangled throats and chests.

Dru grabbed Jak’s arm. “Come on! Don’t just stand there. We have a planet to save!”

(and they do!)

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It's Release Day! HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF (SWAT 1) - Join the Pack!

So excited!  Release day is finally here for HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF, Book 1 in my Special Wolf Alpha Team (SWAT) Series!

They’re tight.
They’re on target.
They’re as alpha as men can get.

The Dallas SWAT team is hiding one helluva secret…they’re a pack of wolf shifters.

The team of elite sharpshooters is ultra-secretive—and also the darlings of Dallas. This doesn’t sit well with investigative journalist Mackenzie Stone. They must be hiding something…and she’s determined to find out what.

Keeping Mac at a distance proves impossible for SWAT team commander Gage Dixon. She’s smart, sexy, and makes him feel alive for the first time in years. But she’s getting dangerously close to the truth—and perilously close to his heart...


Gage leaned forward at the exact moment Mackenzie did. He absently wondered how that could be comfortable with her legs crossed like that, but she was clearly very flexible. He was still pondering the potential benefits of being that flexible when their lips met. There weren’t any fireworks or sparks, or any of that silly stuff young werewolves insisted happened when you kissed The One.

But that didn’t mean kissing her wasn’t amazing.

Gage slipped his tongue into her mouth, teasing hers to come out and play. Mackenzie was more than willing, even moaning a little as their tongues tangled. He slid his hand into her hair, growling as he pulled her closer. She tasted so damn good. Like strawberries on a hot summer day, only sweeter.

Mackenzie pulled away with a husky laugh. “Never had a man growl while he kissed me before. I think I like it.”

Reminding himself to keep his inner wolf in check, Gage tugged her close, trailing kisses from her mouth all the way down her neck and back up again. Mackenzie’s heart was beating out of control, thudding in his ears. Her pheromones filled his nose, evidence of her arousal.

Mackenzie slowly and sensually uncoiled from her cross-legged position and straddled his lap. His hands slid down her back to rest on her hips. He could barely think, much less maintain control. And it only got worse when she started grinding against his hard-on. He swore he could feel the warmth of her pussy through his uniform pants. He couldn’t believe how badly he wanted to let his claws slip out so he could rip off her tank top and shorts and eat her up.

Gage didn’t know how he managed to keep it together. But he had to—he had to protect his pack. He wanted to think Mackenzie was focused more on him than the story she was chasing, but he couldn’t be sure. Until he knew for sure his pack wasn’t in danger of being exposed, he couldn’t afford to let himself be distracted by her searing hot kisses, soft skin, or enticing curves.

That was easier said than done. Resisting her would have been hard as hell if he’d been a normal man, but he was a werewolf, which meant he had to battle the added temptation of her arousal, too. The scent engulfed him, making it hard to remember the reason he couldn’t lose himself in her.

It took everything he had to stop her when she reached down to grab the hem of her tank top. He couldn’t go that far and still stay in control.

Some Reviews!

"Exciting, Action-packed Debut to a Promising New Paranormal Series.  HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF is yet another demonstration of the immense talent of Paige Tyler." - Fresh Fiction

"Hungry Like the Wolf promises to be a fun action-adventure following the exploits of a SWAT team for the Dallas PD. This atypical collection of officers will present very colorful personalities sure to keep old and new fans entertained." - RT Reviews

"Wolfishly sexy and terribly addictive." - Adria's Romance Reviews

"A seductive book filled with peril and romance; HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF was yummilicious!" - Rabid Reads

Happy Reading!


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