A wish bracelet, a hot alpha werewolf and a frisky fairy whose specialty is "happily ever afters"--what does all this have to do with Paige's love life? A whole lot, when gorgeous and sexy shapeshifter Adam shows up to sizzle her synapses, trigger her sensual meltdown and make her secret wish come true.
Adam is one big bad wolf who makes all her kinkiest fantasies a reality. Until real life intrudes and things take a turn for the serious. When Adam's sanity is threatened by an agent of the Universal Wish Federation, he needs more than a well-meaning wish fairy and an unquenchable hunger for Paige to help him make the hardest choice of his life.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from A Wolf at Her Door by Kate Willoughby
"Your place or mine?" The words were out of Paige's mouth before she could stop them, but Adam gave her a slow smile that made her pulse quicken.
Ten minutes later they were crossing the lobby of Hearthstone Inn, hand in hand, their pace fairly quick. Paige nodded a greeting to Marissa the bubbly proprietor as they passed.
"Complimentary wine and cheese at four, Ms. Mahoney," Marissa said with a bright smile.
"Oh, I remember, Marissa. Thank you. "
"Will we see you there?"
Adam coughed a comment into his hand, "Fat chance."
"Pardon me?" Marissa asked.
Scolding him with her eyes, Paige herded Adam toward the stairwell. "Maybe tomorrow," she called to Marissa over her shoulder.
They arrived at her second-floor room lickety-split. "You're terrible," she said as she unlocked the door.
"It's three-thirty," he said, following her inside and closing the door behind him. "If we're done in time to clink glasses with the other guests, then I have no business calling myself a man."
"But I thought that was the point. You aren't a man."
He tossed his coat on a chair. "That's right. I'm half-man," he said, walking toward her. "But that also makes me half-animal. Think you can handle it?"
Paige took off her own jacket and glanced at him over her shoulder. "If I can't, I have no business calling myself a woman."
Adam smiled and went to work on the buttons of his shirt, and Paige watched, hoping he had a good body. Davina had told her he was a nature photographer. Paige now imagined him hiking, rock climbing, heck, even paragliding to remote locations, and for some reason in all of these scenarios, he was shirtless and sweaty.
Moments later he was shirtless.
Paige tried not to stare openmouthed. The man had a killer upper body. His arms looked strong enough to bench press the dresser, and contrary to her visions of a Neanderthal pelt, he had only a smattering of hair on his chest and abdomen, tapering to a trail that disappeared under the waistband of his jeans. Yum.
Her heart beat faster as he took her by the shoulders, bent his head and kissed her. His lips were surprisingly soft, yet his kiss wasn't tentative at all. He took her mouth firmly. One hand clasped the back of her neck, the other splayed over her lower back. Paige had never kissed a man within a half hour of meeting him. Amazed at how natural it felt to be in his embrace, she leaned into him and told herself it was the magic. It had to be the magic.
Adam kissed his way to her ear, sucked the lobe between his lips and nipped it before returning to her mouth again. Paige shuddered as he slid his tongue inside. He was holding her so tightly, she barely touched the floor with her toes. She held onto his shoulders and lost herself in his kiss, breathing rapidly as their tongues slid against each other.
"You smell incredible," he said, pulling back, setting her more solidly on the floor. "It's driving me crazy."
"Sensitive nose?" she asked with an arched brow.
A corner of his mouth lifted. "You could say that."
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, then, what exactly do you smell?"
"Is this a test?"
"You could say that," she said, tossing his words back at him.
He chuckled. "All right," he said, looking around the room. He spotted her suitcase on a folding rack and walked over to it. "Here's the deal. I'm going to tell you what's in your suitcase."
"Just from smelling it?"
"Yes. And for every item I get right, you take off a piece of clothing."
"And if you're wrong, you take something off."
"Sounds fair," he said.
Resting his elbows on his knees, he crouched in front of her suitcase and sniffed. He looked so damn serious Paige couldn't help but giggle. When he glowered at her, she quickly schooled her face into a more sober expression.
"Swear to God, Davina owes me big time," he muttered, taking another big whiff. "All right, smells like something plastic in there. Probably Ziploc bags."
"Okay, point for you," she said, toeing off a shoe. "But that could be a lucky guess."
"You also have some cinnamon toothpaste in there and a bunch of food. Honey-roasted peanuts, Oreos, potato chips, and...some kind of rye cracker."
Raising her brows, she admitted, "Whoa. That's not just luck." Somewhat impressed, she took off her remaining shoe, then her socks.
Adam watched with interest as she slowly shimmied out of her jeans. Thank God she was wearing some halfway decent undies, turquoise French cut. When she looked up from folding her jeans she found him standing next to her. Her heart rate quickened.
"Nice," he said, tracing his thumbs along the lacy waistband.
Paige felt a pulse of heat between her legs as he slid those thumbs under the elastic to brush against her soft curls. Finally giving in to the impulse she'd had in the cafe, she reached out and touched his impressive erection.
"Very nice," she whispered, rubbing it.
Adam's gaze locked onto hers and he covered her hand with his own, pressing it harder against him. He was so hot, so hard, even through the denim. Paige moaned as he slid his hand again into her underwear, delving down between her soft lips to find her sex.
"Damn, Paige, you're soaked."
He withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his nose. Closing his eyes, he inhaled. "Oh, fuck." He took in another ragged breath through his nose. "I want you naked. Now."
"But my suitca--"
Ripping the buttons open on his jeans, he said, "You've got shoes in there that you wore to the beach." He shoved his pants and briefs down and kicked them aside. His cock sprang out, curving upward like a scimitar. "There's some Juicy Fruit gum stuck in the tread and you used grapefruit vanilla lotion on your fucking feet. I win. Now, strip."