The Wolf on the Run by Jorja
Lovett
Short
Blurb:
Alpha Rory is determined to protect his pack,
including feisty Naomi. How can he get close when she's intent on facing her
demons alone?
Long
Blurb:
As a police officer and Alpha of the Olcan Hills'
pack, being a protector is in Rory Blake's DNA.
When Naomi Duffy turned up heavily pregnant and
alone, Rory's natural instinct was to look after her. However, her fierce need
for independence over the years has ensured they've never been anything more
than friends.
Naomi has spent too long trying to keep her
daughter safe to jeopardise everything for a fling. But, when her past
threatens to catch up with her, Rory is the only person she trusts with her
life.
Thrown together, the couple finally succumb to
their passion and it's all too easy to forget the danger lurking in the hills.
Do Rory and Naomi have a future together, or will
secrets from the past tear them apart?
Excerpt:
Naomi came after Rory, pitting her stealthy grace
against his sheer power. In his peripheral vision, he could see the wisps of
her breath spiralling into the cold air as she forged ahead, determined to
catch him. Rory snorted, sending his own white breath curling up into the
atmosphere.
He led her over the hills, their claws making
short work of carving up the cold, hard terrain. Naomi never lost ground. Even
when he made a turn towards the woods on the boundary, she kept pace.
The chase awakened something deep inside him—that
animal freedom with no responsibilities except the survival of himself and his
pack. The spiky silhouettes of barren trees lined his path, like broad strokes
of a black marker pen scratched against the silver sky.
He dodged in and out, never slowing, with Naomi
always in pursuit. Occasionally, a pair of woodland eyes blinked at him from
the darkness—a rabbit, a fox, observing their bizarre courtship.
Rory had no doubt the exhilaration of their
illicit run would end in wild sex between him and Naomi. It was like a very
enthusiastic bout of foreplay without actual touching.
They crunched through the leaf-littered forest
floor until he tired of being the hunted. He looped back the way they came and
stopped in a clearing. In all aspects of life he preferred to be the one doing
the chasing, but at this moment in time he wanted nothing more than to be
caught.
He shifted back into his naked, horny self. Naomi
came to a skidding halt seconds later, scooting a bundle of leaves over his
bare feet. “You can run, wolf lady, I'll give you that. Now can we go back to
bed?”
She shifted back to stand beautifully naked before
him. “Not until you say it.”
“Say what?” He was hard as hell and ready for
round two.
“That I’m as good as you.” She gave him a flirty
smile. One which said she was looking forward to the future rather than staring
back at the past. The run had obviously done wonders for her too.
“That was probably a fluke. I don’t think you
could keep up with me on a normal day. You know, one where you haven’t seduced
me on top of a car boot and made me carry you home first.” The play fighting
wasn’t limited to their animal personas. Not when it proved such a turn on.
Human or wolf, the scent of Naomi’s arousal would always draw him to her.
“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time. But,
if you’re tired, just say and we’ll call it a night.” She shrugged her
shoulders, making her boobs jiggle enough to bring his erection to full
strength once more.
He stepped forward and brushed her wild hair from
her face. “I’ll never be too tired for you, Naomi. I’ll race you back. This
time the winner stays on top.”
She grinned, eyes twinkling as bright as the
stars. “You’re on.”
This was one race he intended to lose.
On general release from 1st November
Congratulations, Jorja. Sounds interesting!
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