Grrrrrrrrrr. Just out of a bad relationship, Bryn Roydan has no trust to give where men are concerned. She hadn't counted on the determined will of Logan Sutherland. Resistance fading, Bryn finally gives in to her desire, only to discover that the attractive and dominant Logan is also an alpha werewolf. Filled with a primal need to make her his, Logan boldly lays claim to her body, mind and soul. Stunned and aroused in the face of Logan's high-handed and seemingly impossible declaration, Bryn finds herself struggling to accept the reality of his dual nature and feral lust, in an effort to overcome her own past and learn to trust the wolf.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
February 09, 2005
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Excerpt from To Trust a Wolf by Kate Steele
As the bell over the door rang, signaling the arrival of another customer, Bryn glanced around the side of the bookshelf she was stocking and quickly ducked back. Her heart gave a little jump and her stomach began to pitch and roll.
Logan Sutherland, six-feet-four-inches of mouth-watering masculine perfection--every inch of it spelling trouble. He'd been a frequent visitor ever since the shop opened. For weeks she'd felt the unspoken weight of his interest until he'd finally declared himself by asking her out. When she'd politely claimed to be busy, keeping her panic under wraps had taken every bit of restraint she could muster.
Truth was, and she hated to admit it even to herself, she found him intriguing. Since her divorce she' d dated, but her choices were limited to men who held little chance of touching her heart. Logan was nowhere near that category and despite the attraction she felt, fear held the upper hand.
"Afternoon, Clare." His smooth deep voice rolled over Bryn, causing shivers to race up her spine. "I've come to pick up the latest Clancy you're holding for me."
"Sure thing, Logan." Clare's voice became muffled as she ducked under the counter to retrieve the book. "It's right here."
The bookstore was pristine, as usual. Shelves marched down the center of the store and lined both the sides and back. All neat, orderly and prominently labeled by subject. The lounging nooks were cozy and inviting. A few late customers browsed in various locations around the store. "Bryn around?" Logan inquired politely.
Mouthing a silent oath, Bryn's fist went to her mouth and she bit down. Hard.
Clare seemed to be trying to cover for her, but Bryn could tell she wasn't able to lie with Logan's clear, golden-brown gaze fixed on her. "I...um."
Bryn wrinkled her nose in disgust at her friend's sudden inability to form a coherent sentence. "I'm right here," Bryn called out, coming to Clare's rescue. Marching up to the counter, she gave Clare a hard look.
Clare gave a helpless shrug. "I'll just go and ah, check on something."
An amused smile tilted Logan's beautifully chiseled lips. Bryn gave an inward sigh of appreciation.
"I know why you're here." She decided to go on the offensive. "And the answer is no. I have appalling taste in men. If I say yes, it'll just turn out to be a big disaster for both of us, so I'm going to save us both a lot of trouble and embarrassment."
Logan struggled to keep his pleasant smile from turning into a full-fledged grin. Lord, she's adorable, he thought. Out loud he said, "Don't you think that's rather highhanded?"
"Why?" Bryn asked defensively.
"This decision affects both of us and I didn't get a vote," Logan replied, his tone mildly reproving.
Bryn stood nonplussed for a moment. "But it's my decision to make," she pointed out reasonably. Hoping to discourage Logan, she began inventing. "Besides, I discovered I'm a closet lesbian."
A strangled snort of laughter came from several shelves back. Logan's own amusement threatened to burst free. Keeping a strict rein on it, he uttered a bland, "Oh? Do you have a current lover?"
"Yes." Bryn cast about desperately for a name. "It's Clare."
A muffled "Hey!" of protest issued from behind the shelves.
"That must have come as something of a shock to Brian."
"He loves it," Bryn invented with wild abandon. "We have threesomes." Seeing Logan's raised eyebrows and look of disbelief, she began to wind down. "It's great. Really an eye-opening experience. You should...oh, hell. Where did I lose you?"
Logan considered her solemnly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "If you'd have said, say, Susan Whitley was your lover, I might have believed you. But Clare just didn't wash. I'm sure she'd agree with me."
"She does." The crisp reply floated over the shelves.
Trying to turn the conversation, Bryn exclaimed, "Susan Whitley's a lesbian? I had no idea." Seeing her conversational gambit go flat, Bryn sighed in defeat. Her eyes met Logan's and her body began to tighten and burn with the intensity of the fire she saw kindled there. She bit her lip as an unshakable look of determination mingled with the flames.
Logan held out his hand. "Come with me."
Taking a step back, Bryn shook her head and pointed at the clock on the wall. "We still have an hour 'til closing." The pitch and roll of her stomach took on tidal wave proportions.
"I'm sure Clare wouldn't mind finishing out the hour and closing by herself." Logan indicated Clare's presence at Bryn's back.
"I wouldn't mind at all," Clare agreed pleasantly.
"Clare!" Bryn hissed.
"I owed you for that lesbian threesome stuff," Clare smirked, handing Bryn her purse.
"Come on Bryn." Logan took Bryn's limp hand and led her unresisting form out of the bookstore and down the street to the coffee shop.