A misdirected email invitation to a Halloween party is an opportunity for Callie Jones to shed her inhibitions and become a liberated woman looking for a night of wild, hot sex.
Kean Phelan, alpha male, expected a night of fun and fornication for himself and the males of his pack. A full moon brings out the animal for a night of rutting, which is why he's invited "escorts" to entertain the males.
What happens when Kean realizes Callie isn't one of his escorts...but his mate? Once the pack discovers an outsider amongst them, can he protect her, fight for her, and ultimately claim her?
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from All Lycan's Eve by KyAnn Waters
"We should do it. Come to the club with me tonight. We'll pick up a couple of one-night stands, get dirty, and clean up tomorrow."
"Do you really think I'll fit in at your club? I'm forty. Men in their twenties call me ma'am. They don't call me for a date."
"Hey, I'm thirty. As long as the guy is old enough to be in a twenty-one and over club, I'm not asking for I.D."
"I'll pass. You have fun, but be careful."
"Callie, you're hot. If I was into girls, I'd do you."
Callie answered with a snort.
"You've got a rockin' body. Your tits are fabulous."
"Thanks to Alex's alimony and a good surgeon," Callie said.
"There isn't a man alive who wouldn't want to fist his hands in your hair, yank your head back, and fill your mouth with his tongue immediately followed by his cock."
Callie furrowed her brows. "Jewels! Too much description. You aren't allowed to imagine that much detail about me...You really think so?"
Jewels wagged her brows. "Men love a natural blonde."
"Yikes! No more." She covered her ears. "And I used to be a natural blonde before the gray forced me into highlights and root touch-ups."
"But you're right," Jewels said. "You wouldn't fit in unless we dyed your hair magenta and covered your body with a bunch of temporary tattoos." She sighed and then sat up with a start. "Why don't you go hook up with a stud at a cougar club?"
"Cougars? I don't want to score with an aging jock sports fan." Callie stood and walked around her desk.
"Cougars aren't jocks," Jewels said as she stood. "They're women who are divorced and looking to get laid without the commitment. Strictly sex."
Callie turned off her office light and pulled the door closed. They walked through the dress shop. Her dress shop. Callie had opened Fashion Madam after the divorce. It represented Callie's independence and her own money. The store had undergone a complete metamorphosis for the Halloween season. Normally, elegant prom dresses and bridal gowns were arranged on the right side of the store and on the left were unique dresses, skirts, and business casual wear for women who didn't want to look like everyone else buying their wardrobes from the traditional department stores. Callie took chances with new designers. It was the only place where she took chances.
"A Cougar would wear this." Jewels pulled a slinky evening dress from the rack. "Only I think there is a prerequisite for women who consider themselves cougars. They smoke."
"I'm not taking up a habit to get laid."
Jewels returned the dress to the rack and smoothed the material so it wouldn't wrinkle. "It's probably for the best. A cougar knows how to freshen her lipstick without removing her cigarette from between her lips." Jewels smiled over her shoulder at Callie. "Besides, you're going to be looking to put something bigger between your lips."