Book 2 in the High Plains Shifters series but may be read as a stand-alone story.
She came to dusty west Texas to bury the dead. But one look from Joe's smoldering eyes made Quinn Harlow grow wet and needy. The cowboy was too big, too sexy, too everything, and more man than she'd ever had before. Though she was just a visitor, her heart begged her to stay and find her destiny with him on these desolate plains.
Joe McKinnon, alpha of the Wolf Creek pack, takes one look at his destined mate and knows he'll have his hands full dealing with the sassy female. A single glance has his cock going hard. One touch has him willing to move mountains to claim her. He knows it won't be easy to tame the woman who holds his future in her hands.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Lone Star Lycan by Regina Carlysle
"Leave us, Tobias. I'll finish this with Quinn."
Okay. Had she landed in an alternate dimension? Was she caught in some weird time warp where people addressed other as lord?
But she didn't have time to dwell on that now. Joe expected her to drop everything, leave her life, her home and live out here in the damn wilderness. Well, nobody told her what to do and that was a fact. At the sound of Tobias leaving and the door snapping closed, she stood and glared at Joe.
"I know I let you get a little friendly out there at the cemetery. Too damn friendly." She rolled her eyes. "Jeez, talk about an understatement. I don't know what possessed me. A moment of madness I reckon, but I won't be dictated to by you or by my dead father. Got that, Joe?"
Joe turned more fully toward her and for the first time she saw a hint of humor gentle the lines of his lips. "I know what possessed you, darlin'. Pure and simple, it was lust, sexual power. A need to be fucked long and hard by a man who understands you. You felt the connection between us and you can try all damn day to deny it but it was there."
She wanted to refute it, spit it out at him, tell him he was wrong but he advanced, rounded the desk in two long strides to jerk her into his arms and it was as if the very breath was sucked from her lungs. His big hands roamed the surface of her bare arms and all that heat tore through her like a blast as he took her mouth. Silenced. Submissive. She'd never felt that way before. A woman who spoke her mind and dominated those around her with the force of her size and personality, she was suddenly new. Brand new.
His tongue swept with devastating precision into the cavern of her mouth, leaving Quinn to drink his breath, taste the wild flavor of this stranger. But he didn't feel like a stranger, as his tongue tangled with hers. The feel of his massive chest pressed against her breasts seemed predestined, something she'd known before and had ached to explore in her naughtiest dreams. Quinn's nipples tightened sharply. Joe must've felt it too because he broke the kiss, sucked in a breath and buried his face against the curve of her shoulder.
Lost. She was lost in sensation to the point she hardly noticed when the edge of the giant walnut desk nudged her butt. Joe made a sound of frustration, half-growl, half-groan and Quinn felt him touch the nape of her neck and fumble with the big button that held up the halter of the black linen dress. She couldn't think. Couldn't muster a protest, when the fabric loosened and he latched onto a diamond-hard nipple with his hungry mouth.
He sucked hard sending a zip of energy through that pleasure point where it arrowed sharply downward to curl low in her belly. A gush of moisture rained from her pussy, further dampening her sorry excuse for panties. Joe drew back to give her a molten stare, full of promise and heat, before he lowered his eyes to take in her bare breasts. "Damn, woman. You're the sweetest thing I've even seen."