Some men are more than meets the eye...much, much more. And when they unleash a woman's wildest desires--her deepest, animal hunger--the results are primal, magical, and undeniably hot.
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March 01, 2006
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Excerpt from Sexy Beast by Kate Douglas
One moment, she was a tall, elegantly dressed African American woman with long, darkly waving hair and eyes of brilliant amber. In less than a heartbeat, her dress lay on the redwood deck in a tumbled shimmer of blue satin. The woman had become the wolf, amber eyes glinting angrily in the last dying rays of the sun, canines glimmering like ivory blades. With a single low growl and a flick of her tail, she leapt over the deck railing and raced through the damp meadow.
Anton Cheval threw back his head and laughed. Keisha hated to lose an argument, any argument.
' You gonna let her get away with this '
Anton turned to the couple sitting behind him, snuggled close together on the big porch swing.
Grinning broadly, Stefan Aragat lifted his wine glass. ' She is your mate. You better chase her down. We ' d help, but Xandi and I plan to enjoy the sunset before we run. '
Anton glared at Stefan for a brief moment, then shook his head in resignation. Stefan was right. If he didn ' t chase after Keisha and work this out now, he ' d never hear the end of it. Anton ' s abrupt shift from human to wolf left his clothing in a messy pile on the deck. So unlike him, he thought, not to remember to undress first and fold everything neatly. He glanced once more at the dark pants and black cashmere sweater laying in an untidy heap, then cleared the deck railing and the garden beyond in a single bound.
Maybe laughter hadn ' t been his best response.
Only Keisha could leave him so flustered.
Or so turned on.
Anton ' s powerful forelegs stretched out and he gathered speed with each thrust of his haunches, but his mind was not entirely the wolf. No, he was reacting like a very protective male, no matter the species, and he knew it irritated the hell out of his alpha mate.
It didn ' t matter. He was not, under any circumstances, going to allow her to return to San Francisco by herself. It went against all he stood for, all that the Chanku were. Their strength lay in the pack, not in the individual.