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- Herausgeber: Elexis Avant
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
He’s such an alpha male — he knows what he wants, and he takes it. Tara hasn’t had much chance to explore her love life, being a busy graveyard shift reporter. Writing about the Forrester attacks — a series of seemingly vigilante crimes against men on the run from the law by what is reputedly a werewolf — tells her she should avoid driving down there. But when she gets into a nasty accident and is saved from certain doom by Wade, a seemingly good samaritan, everything changes. The more Tara spends time with Wade, the more she realizes there’s some hidden secret to his bestial, passionate yet gentle, loving ways…
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
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© 2016 Elexis Avant. All rights reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form (electronic, mechanical or otherwise) without the express written consent of the author.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
E-book layout, formatting and design by Elexis Avant.
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First Edition (v1.0)
Published on August 13, 2016
Last updated on August 14, 2016
ISBN-13: 9781536595390
Table of Contents
Title Page
Also by Elexis Avant
Copyright
Dedication
The Wolf’s Curvy Midnight Appetite
About the Author
Ad 1: Dominated by the Wolf
Ad 2: Hot for Alpha
Ad 3: To Seduce a Shifter
Based on a story by Sierra Wolf.
The Wolf’s Curvy Midnight Appetite
“Damn it!” I got in my car and slammed the door. “No wonder I don’t have a romantic life, let alone a sex life.”
It was 3 a.m. and I’d just gotten off my shift at the paper. Graveyard shifts are one thing, but having to work ten hours, then an additional four just because my editor grew a wild hair up his ass and wanted to nitpick every detail of my story turned my stomach.
“You’ll survive this, Tara,” I told my myself.
It’s easy for me to get caught up in the whole negativity thing. I’d been struggling with depression. A lot, actually. But working here, where I’m appreciated and thankfully never get comments about my weight like I did in the airlines helped me tremendously.
At first, anyways.
It’s tough being a big girl in a professional setting where people can be so nasty. But you know what? I’m a hell of a lot tougher than most of the senior journalists. It was a small paper with an equally small salary to go along with it. Certainly I could have continued my internship at the New York Times, but I knew I needed to stay close to home. My mom had been sick for quite some time, and it hadn’t been the same since we lost dad.
If only I didn’t have assignments that took me as far away as Forrester. Sure, just about everywhere near where I live is rural, but Forrester gives the word a whole new meaning. It’s a town—if you can call it that—where there’s nothing between each house but miles of trees. What’s the population there? 60? 100 if they’re lucky?
It was just woods, woods, woods, and it gave me an eerie feeling traveling down there at night. “Stop being so dramatic,” I told myself. I should have known better, really. I’ve reported enough crime stories to know the signs, and when it’s better to take the scenic route, in this case across Tommyton and Barrowville, at the cost of an additional hour’s sleep.
Driving through the woods, it didn’t seem like anything had happened out here. Besides the occasional deer, I could count the number of cars I’d passed on one hand. They were all pickup trucks with Confederate flags—just like everyone on my father’s side of the family. Great!
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