Book 5 in the Lunewulf series.
Trudy Rousseau is ready to start a new life. She has had enough drama and just wants to settle into a nice pack and be at peace. Little does she know she is walking into a problem larger than any could imagine. And also walking into the hands of Adam Knight, a werewolf like no other.
Adam Knight, with Werewolf Affairs, has just been given the biggest assignment of his life. Humans are burning out the werewolves, and pack leaders are demanding action and answers--now. His fine-tuned skills are put to the test as he takes on the dangerous mission. But to make matters worse, the cutest little werewolf he's ever met has just walked into the middle of all of it. And she doesn't exactly want his protection.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from In Her Soul by Lorie O'Clare
Captivating green eyes stared down at her. The man who had bought her drink for her--Adam--stared down at her. Heat flushed through her, making her mouth go dry. She ran her tongue over her lips, moistening them, while her heart skipped a beat. Were all American werewolves this gorgeous?
His gaze traveled down her, slowly, making her wish she had worn something a bit dressier. She hardly appeared sexy in her well-worn jeans and tank top. But the Simpsons hadn't told her this place was a nightclub.
He, on the other hand, made a pair of blue jeans look delectable. And the loose fitting, button-down shirt he wore, spread over a chest she would love to run her fingers across. The top couple of buttons of his shirt weren't buttoned, allowing a tempting view of curly, dark brown chest hair.
Suddenly her mouth seemed too wet.
He cocked his head, appraising her, or waiting for her to say something. Those dark, forest green eyes watched her. "Are you leaving?"
She shook her head, clearing her throat. "It's smoky in there."
"You have a beautiful accent." He moved, walking to the side of her.
She wouldn't actually refer to his American accent as beautiful, so wasn't sure how to respond. But he checked her out, moving so that she stood between him and the building.
"What brings you to Fargo?" He continued with the interrogation, while taking his time looking her over.
"I'm meeting some friends here." It dawned on her that she didn't detect lust on him, or any sexual curiosity toward her. She stifled her disappointment, realizing her petite features, with her plain, long blonde hair must not impress him. "I'm going back inside."
"It's still smoky in there." He sounded amused.
"Well it doesn't appear I'm going to find my friends out here." She knew she sounded a bit snappy, but it was hard to hide her disappointment that such a sexy man had no interest in her, and now was mocking her.
Strong fingers wrapped around her arm when she turned to leave. His hand was big enough for his fingers to completely encircle her arm. She wanted to rip her arm from his grasp, challenge him right there. But the emotions she smelled on him already indicated he wasn't attracted to her; no reason to make it worse by showing her aggressive side.
"Tell me who you are looking for?" His soft-spoken words caressed her, doing nothing for the fire burning inside her that she had not yet been able to put out.
His touch scorched her, the roughness of his skin against hers making it hard to remain still.
"Take your hand off of me." She wanted him to do anything but that, so kept her gaze on those long fingers, unable to look him in the eyes, knowing he would see her desire if she did.
He didn't let go.
Her heart pounded so hard it hurt, pumping blood through her body too fast, making the beast within her stir. The beat pulsed straight through her to her pussy, cum soaking her jeans.
"What are you hiding from me, little bitch?" he whispered, pulling her toward him, instead of letting go.
The muscles in his arm bulged. She imagined he used very little of his strength on her. It took a bit of effort on her part however to maintain her footing, and not stumble into him.
"I don't even know you." She yanked free of his grasp, making her arm sting where he'd gripped her. "There is no reason for me to tell you anything."
Something didn't make sense here. The best thing to do was get away from him, and ignore the need screaming through her. Americans were a bit more wild, less sophisticated. That was what she'd heard, at least. She'd always thought that was prejudice, old hog-wash speaking, but it would explain this werewolf's behavior at the moment.
She turned to see several humans walking toward the club doors, paying no attention to her. He grabbed her before she could take a step in their direction.
This time he grabbed both of her arms, pressing them against the side of her body. Her breasts pushed together, offering a nice view of cleavage. His eyes lowered to the sight, and those beautiful green eyes darkened.
He lifted her, placing himself between her and the entrance to the club. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Adam Knight."