2012 Revised Release
“You want a fairy tale prince. I’m the monster from the fairy tale.”
Lori isn’t looking for a prince and sexy werewolf Jonathan isn’t a monster. Very often he can be pigheaded and he has more than his share of personal demons. But a monster? Not quite.
Of course, Lori, the local healer, knows he’s not going to believe that. He looks at himself and sees that monster from a fairy tale. He looks at her and sees somebody sweet and innocent.
When an attack on the local band of Hunters drive them together, Jonathan can feel his control shattering. He’s unable to keep his hands off the woman he’s wanted for so long, but at the same time, he knows he doesn’t deserve her.
Lori has her hands full, too…dealing with their enemies, dealing with him, dealing with his demons…trying to convince him to give their love a chance. Before it’s too late. Before both of them lose everything…
Warning: This book contains a wily witch, a stubborn werewolf who is nobody’s fairytale prince, sex, hurt feelings, unrequited love, bad guys, actions, more hurt feelings, sex, more unrequited love, and sex. Did I mention the sex? Don’t say you weren’t warned…
Jonathan wasn’t having a very good day.
His back was aching, his head ached, he was hungrier than hell, hornier than he had ever been, blood was seeping from a ragged gash in his side, there was a full moon coming, and he was itching to go run.
And Lori was staring up at him with those wide sea-green eyes and her hair was spilling down around her shoulders as she tended the deep gash in his side that he’d received while out on patrol.
As she deftly probed the injury with gentle hands, she said, “This isn’t healing like it ought to. What made it?”
Curtly, he answered, “Something sharp.”
Clucking her tongue, she placed her hand over it and he winced as burning, healing heat leapt from her body and into his.”No need to get nasty. What made it?”
Her full mouth firmed into a thin, narrow line and her eyes went flat.”Have you told Eli?”
“Not yet.” He clenched his teeth as her healing magic intensified and spread upward from his side, and down, chasing the myriad aches and pains, seeking and finding them, soothing them away.
All but one…
His cock ached, his body hungered for hers. Sweet, sweet Lori, with her wide green eyes and that fall of red curls…too soft and sweet for him.
“You need to let him know.”
Her soft, throaty voice broke into his reverie and he glanced down into her eyes.”I will. When he gets back from Paris with Sarel. They haven’t taken any time alone together in years. They need this.”
“No. I know you can speak to both of them and I don’t need you to. Eli is my master and if I needed him, he would know, whether I wished it or not.” He narrowed his eyes at the young witch staring up at him and said warningly, “He left me in charge, Lori. Contacting him is defying me. Defying me is defying him.”
With a muffled, “Harrumph,” she turned on her heel and stalked away to dispose of the rags she had used to clean his wounds.”He needs to know it’s happening again.”
“Damn, girl, do you think he doesn’t? This is his territory. It happened here. He knew the moment it happened.” Jonathan stood slowly, stretching his arms overhead, feeling the pull of newly healing skin and passing aches. Sliding Lori’s rounded backside a look as she bent over her cabinet and tidied up, he muffled a groan.
“Eli knows everything that happens on his land. He is connected to it, in ways we will never understand.” Jonathan felt blood start to pound slowly through his veins, in slow hot waves. A growl was building in his chest and he ached…
An itch settled along his spine, in his palms, as the beast inside him tried to rouse in response to his hunger, but he pushed it down inside.
He lifted his head and met her eyes, staring at her in silence. Her scent–soft and sweet–vanilla, lavender, and woman. Damn it.
He wanted her. He had for the past seven years, since she had first come to Eli’s enclave. In the depths of her sea-green eyes, he could see his reflection as he stared hungrily at her. The pulse in her neck leapt to life as she looked up at him and licked her lips, the room filling with the scent of her body growing ripe with arousal.
She was far too aware of him, Jonathan knew that. And he wanted her far too much for his own good.
He always had, always would.
He adored the fiery little hellcat, that sweet little minx.
And she was too damned innocent for the likes of him and his damned black soul.
Without saying a word, he turned on his heel and left.
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