[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, Shape-shifter]
Veterinarian Karin Stone escapes the crime-ridden city for a quiet life in the Pennsylvania wilds. Surrounded by acres of unspoiled forest, she tends a pack of relocated wolves. But the wolves aren't the only endangered species in Black Wolf Gorge.
Wolf-shifter Malcolm Connor believes he's the last of his kind, left for dead by the same hunters who murdered his family. When he catches the scent of the new wildlife manager, he can't deny the attraction, but he knows getting involved with a human woman will only lead to heartache.
The mutilated remains of a hiker are discovered, and a black wolf is captured. Karin protects the quarantined wolf, and the locals are angry. When Malcolm steps in to defend her, sparks fly. Karin loses her heart, but can she convince the man she loves that they belong together? Or will a jealous rival tear them apart forever?
A Siren Erotic Romance
5 STARS: "The author did a great job writing this story. It was a page turner that kept me up late at night. The story flowed beautifully. It felt believable and made me feel like I lived the story. I felt all of the characters' emotions including fear, joy, anger, frustration and passion, not to mention how smoking hot it was. I also have to warn you that I cried, so have your tissues ready. This was a new author for me and I was very pleasantly surprised. I loved this book! The story is about a woman named Karin who moved to a small town in the country after being assaulted in the city where she used to live. She is a veterinarian working for the wildlife department and they have found a hiker who appears to be killed by a wolf. In the small town, she is not respected because she's a woman. Yet she's tough and always keeps her head held up high, even if aggressive town members bring back memories of being assaulted in a dark alley. During a town meeting to discuss the fate of a wolf, one man gets out of hand and Malcolm jumps in to protect Karin even before they had met. Malcolm is a quiet man who doesn't normally get involved in town business but the wolf attack hits close to home. He is the only one left of his kind. His mate and family were murdered by humans because his sister fell in love with a human and told him their secret, which got out after they divorced. He suffers from guilt of being the only survivor and because he was unable to save his family even though he was severely injured. He has been deeply scared emotionally and physically. For Karin and Malcolm it's almost love at first sight. Malcolm feels instantly protective of her. Their relationship is extremely hot and intense. Of course they have a few road blocks along the way but you never question their chemistry. The only thing throughout the whole book that didn't feel natural to me was that Karin admits to herself that she's in love a little too soon in their relationship. This book is definitely for those who love a good paranormal romance with a little erotica and mystery. I highly recommend this book. This book gets 5 stars from me. It is a must read." --Danielle, The Romance Reviews
5 TEA CUPS, RECOMMENDED READ: "Gale Stanley showcased her skills and dedication to her writing with her debut novel, Call of the Wilds. I was immediately pulled into the world she created, with vivid characters and the perfect mixture of action and emotion. I just loved the banter between Karin and Malcolm. In fact, all the dialogue in this novel is done so realistically, the characters become larger than life. The sexual tension was strong, and sex scenes themselves very hot, with the right amount of nice and naughty. If you love werewolf books and a well thought out plot, with many unexpected turns, you’ll love Call of the Wilds by Gale Stanley. This book is definitely a keeper, and I can’t wait for more from this talented new author!" -- LynnMarie, Happily Ever After Reviews5 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "The story is fast-paced and wonderfully coherent, and Gale Stanley has a way of getting you to see past the words and what is actually happening. The forest came to vivid life; it was as though I was there... in fact even now I can see it all in my mind’s eye. I will be looking for more books by Gale Stanley, but I think that Call of the Wilds will be a favourite and, definitely, a re-read for some time to come." -- Kathy, Dark Diva Reviews
4 STARS: "Karin Stone moves to Black Wolf, Pa., to take over the wildlife preserve, and Malcolm Conner saves her when a discussion regarding a wolf attack turns violent. He has reasons beyond his attraction to her for saving the wolf — he recognizes her as a fellow shifter. But now they must free the wolf before anyone can discover her identity. They eventually fall into bed, but Malcolm is torn between doing the right thing for his race and following his heart. Karin has a few decisions of her own to make as she clings to her sanity and her secret. Stanley’s story is a hot erotic ride from passion to love and trust. When these two get together, the pages sizzle. Readers will love that Malcolm almost saves Karin’s life but then proceeds to turn it upside down in a romance that has both of them re-evaluating their lives." -- Sabrina Cooper, Romantic Times Book Reviews
4 CUPS: "Karin is a veterinarian, raised in the city, who has always loved wolves. She is now working at a wildlife refuge in the aptly named Black Wolf Gorge. She considers the local Sheriff a friend, but he wants more from her. Malcolm is a lone wolf in more ways than one. He moved to Black Wolf after the murder of his wife and family. He blames himself, but he was caught in a leg trap at the time. Ironically, he is a black wolf shapeshifter. The people of Black Wolf have an irrational hatred for the creatures that gave the town its name. When a hiker is killed, purportedly by a wolf, all of the wolves in her refuge are at risk, particularly the wounded wolf she is caring for. She feels uneasy, except in the company of local craftsman Malcolm Connor. There is an instant and strong attraction, but Malcolm is more than he seems and his past will put both of them in danger. This is a very suspenseful and sometimes violent story. I really liked Malcolm and Karin, but the other characters were cruel, disturbing and downright scary. I could not feel bad when any of them met a less than happy end. The plot is fast moving and very intense, particularly in the love scenes between Malcolm and Karin." -- Maura, Coffee Time Romance and More
Beowulf, the pack alpha, lounged near the water trough while his mate slept close by. He raised his head as if he knew she watched him. Karin hated the intruding metal between them, preferring her visit to be up close and personal. As soon as she stepped through the gate, Bo got to his feet. He eyed the sleeping Lyka, then approached, his powerful legs and gigantic feet propelling him toward her in a smooth loping gait. She crouched before he could knock her down, and he washed her face with his long sandpaper tongue.
Maybe I should have brought the Y pole in with me. Apparently I’m in danger of being licked to death.
Bo danced around, then signaled playtime by lowering his front legs flat on the ground and raising his rear. When he rolled over in the grass for belly rubs, she could swear he grinned at her. But one low-key whuff from his awakening mate and he took off, seemingly embarrassed to be caught cavorting like a hundred-sixty pound pup. Evidently Lyka had other plans for the big alpha. She rose and nibbled at him, then mouthed his muzzle. He sniffed, and his tongue flicked in and out, testing the air. Surprised, she watched the courtship progress. It was a little late in the year. Generally mating occurred between January and April, but obviously these two didn’t care. If their cycle veered off track, so be it. She would not complain. It would be wonderful to have pups around. Lyka pawed at Bo. He snapped at her and moved back.
“I wouldn’t play hard to get.”
“What the—” The harsh retort froze on her lips when she turned and saw Malcolm’s large, heavily muscled body behind her.
“Uh, sorry, doc. Did I scare you?”
It wasn’t fear turning her legs to jelly. Just hearing his husky rumble made her weak in the knees. He stood much too close for comfort, and that look on his face…Damn, it conveyed the same feral expression she saw on Beowulf. The man was infuriating, but her heart did a cartwheel.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on a person.” She turned her attention back to the wolves, all too aware of his presence behind her. His body radiated warmth like the sun, and she fought an urge to back up and bask in it. She wanted to rub up against him like an animal in heat and find out if he was aroused as she was. It scared the hell out of her, but at the same time, it excited her. Thank God he couldn’t read her mind.
“You owe me a kiss.” She cupped his jaw and ran her thumb over his lips.
He stopped in his tracks, nostrils flaring. He pulled her finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking on it like a candy cane.
“Oh,” she cried softly, wondering how such a little thing could be so arousing.
He released her finger and leaned in, brushing his lips against hers with exquisite tenderness. She wanted more, more, more. She grasped the back of his head and licked his lips. Groaning, he opened his mouth over hers and granted her access. She twirled her tongue around his and then wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking on it gently, then harder. The kiss became more passionate and demanding. His excitement sparked hers, and desire flared between them. She moaned against his mouth, and he pulled back, leaning his forehead against hers.
“What are you doing to me?”
“The same thing you’re doing to me.” She might be making the biggest mistake of her life, but, God help her, she didn’t give a damn. Somewhere along the way, she’d fallen in love with him and nothing else mattered besides being together. “I know how you can thank me for last night.” Her fingers tightened in his hair. “I need you inside me.”
He groaned. “Jesus, doc, here?”
“It’s good enough for the wolves.”
“I want you, doc.” His eyes never wavered from hers. “But you’re starting something I won’t be able to stop.”
“Just start. Please.” She hated the needy tone in her voice, but the desire to be with him overrode good sense and inhibitions.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
He maneuvered her body against a tree, and she wrapped herself around him like an octopus in heat. His kisses were white hot. His erection pressed hard against her belly. She couldn’t pull him close enough. Moisture soaked her panties, and lust slammed into her.
His hands cupped her ass, and he rocked his hips against hers. “Lift your arms,” he urged, tugging at her T-shirt and fumbling with the front hook on her bra. His hips kept her pinned to the tree while she eagerly helped him. The warm sun felt good on her exposed breasts. With one swipe of his tongue, he captured the beads of sweat in the valley between them, and her nipples tightened, anticipating his attention. When he took one sensitive bud in his mouth, a wild surge of pleasure seared a path to her core, and she arched her back against the tree, wanting more.
“Like that, do you?” He regarded her with a self-satisfied grin.
“Don’t be so smug. Just remember I have a pack of wolves at my beck and call,” she said breathlessly.
He raised an eyebrow and one corner of his mouth quirked up. “You can’t threaten me.” He fondled her breasts and squeezed until her breath hitched. “They like me way too much. Besides you’d miss me.”
“You talk way too much.” She squirmed, wanting his mouth on her again.
He laughed and lowered his head to lick one taut nipple, then sucked it and rolled the tip between his teeth. He lifted his head to attend to her other breast.
Desire surged through her veins and she mewled with pleasure. He gathered her breasts in his hands and buried his face between them, licking and kissing his way up, along her collarbone, the base of her neck, and ending at her mouth.
She needed to touch him, to know what his skin felt like under her hands. Exploring his chest, she ran her thumbs over his flat nipples, pinched each in turn, then soothed them with her tongue. His salty taste and his musky, animal-like aroma excited her. The ache between her thighs intensified.
A low growl rumbled up from his chest. She felt it to her toes.
“Did you just growl at me?”
“You drive me wild.” His voice was rough. “You are so damn beautiful.”
His words drove her to the edge. She pulled him closer, loving the abrasive feel of his hair-roughened chest on her nipples and the rough bark at her back.
I love you.
She bit her tongue to stop the words. Even in her heightened state of arousal, she knew it would be a mistake.
“I need you.”
“Oh, baby, I need you too,” he groaned and fumbled with the zipper of her jeans.
“Put me down.” She pushed at him, desperate to get rid of the material preventing him from burying himself inside her. Leaning against the tree, she let him remove her other shoe and yank her jeans and panties down her legs. His warm hand slid between her thighs. A scream bubbled up in her throat when his finger probed her slick folds, and she nearly came right then.
He licked his finger. “You taste so damn good.”
“Please,” she whimpered, her whole body on fire for him. “Hurry.”
“Not yet.” A hiss escaped his lips as she went for his zipper, but he pushed her hands aside and went to his knees in front of her. He spread her thighs wide and lifted her injured leg over his shoulder. His stubble scratched her tender flesh as he kissed his way up her inner thigh to the damp curls covering her pussy.
At the first stroke of his tongue, her legs went weak, and she arched her back. Her whole body hummed with excitement and moisture seeped from her core.
“I love the way you taste.” His growl vibrated against her mound, and she went ballistic, moving her hips against his face and grabbing his hair with savage intensity.
His rough tongue lapped at her hungrily until her body perched at the very edge of orgasmic ecstasy.
“Please, baby,” she said to urge him on. Instead of settling his mouth where she wanted him most, he pulled back and stood.
“Damn you,” she whimpered.
“I want to be inside you when you come,” he muttered thickly. A pulse beat in his throat.
He shoved his jeans over his lean hips, grabbed her naked bottom, and lifted her off her feet. Her legs wrapped around his waist.
“No fair,” she murmured. “I took my pants off.”
“I can’t wait,” he uttered harshly.
“Oh, baby, I don’t want to wait either.” She ground her wet pussy against his stomach, then reached between them to curl her fingers around his cock. Long and thick, it felt every bit as good as it did in her dream—better. It pulsed in her hand, growing harder and more swollen each time she slid her fingers down his length. She felt his excitement increase with each stroke, but he let her set the pace. Knowing how she excited him made her feel in control and incredibly hot. She rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the pre-cum leaking from the tip and wishing she could lick it off.
“Mmm, I want to taste this—”
“Enough!” He lifted her hips, and she guided him to her entrance.
“Can’t take the heat, baby?” she whispered in his ear. For a second she stayed motionless, teasing them both, then she slid down until she sheathed his entire length. His cry of pleasure was music to her ears, and she answered with one of her own.
“Please,” she ground her hips against him, “fuck me.”