City Wolf
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By: Tressie Lockwood | Other books by Tressie Lockwood Categories: Mainstream Romance, Interracial, Shape-shifter, Vampires/Werewolves Word Count: 25,000 Heat Level: SIZZLING Published By: Sugar and Spice Press
Zandrea, Nita and Stacy are three girlfriends who are only interested in what club to pop into on Friday and Saturday nights. But Zandrea's life is turned upside down when, on break from hershift at the hospitalcafeteria,she meets a sexy man with a serious injury in the emergency room. Nita and Stacy refuse to believe the man who Zandrea says disappeared from the hospital is the same guy they meet later at the club. But who cares, he's hot and he's set his sights on Zandrea. Nothing else matters...until Zandrea finds out what he really is. 8 Ratings Avg - 3.8
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 City Wolf
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Professional ReviewsExcerptZandrea heaved another sigh and shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she ran a finger around the edge of her cash register. She scanned the cafeteria just beyond the kitchen door and noted how few customers they had tonight. A Friday night meant everyone who could get off had done so, and those like her were stuck working. Then again it was after nine. Night shift staff had come and gone long ago. She imagined that the emergency room would be jumping with activity. It always was all weekend long, like people didn't have anything better to do than to get themselves injured. If it had been her, she would have been in a club with her girlfriends by now. She blew out another breath and tried not to fall through the floor with boredom."Girl, you better stop that sighing and go take your break," her supervisor said as she bustled past. "It's quiet around here. When you get back, you can help Lisa in the pantry." Zandrea's eyes widened. "Oh you're serious? Thanks! Be back soon." Before her boss could change her mind, Zendrea closed out her register and practically ran to her locker, freshened her makeup and headed down to the emergency room, her favorite place to troll during break. "Hmm," she mused on the way, "I should have become a nurse." At that thought, she rolled her eyes. She couldn't stand the sight of blood, probably had a phobia about it. When she saw it, even just a little, all motor function froze in her entire body. She couldn't move or speak. "Yet, I hang in ER. I have serious issues." The moment she rounded the corner and passed through the automatic doors, chaos seemed to jump out at her. Nurses rushed to and fro, and machines in various places beeped. One of the doctors called out instructions for the patient arriving in less than two minutes with a gunshot wound to the abdomen. According to the paramedic calling in, he had lost a lot of blood, and it didn't look good. Zandrea's heart beat kicked up a notch. She considered going back to the cafeteria with that news, but if she stayed near the grouping of desks where the staff wrote up their reports, there shouldn't be any problem. As long as she kept her eyes averted if any patients were wheeled by. "Hey, Bev," she called as she sidled up to the older nurse she'd made friends with in order to avoid being kicked out of the area. "Things are hot tonight, huh?" Bev frowned. "Oh, hey, Zandrea. Yes, it's a madhouse in here." She wiped a hand over her brow and clutched a clipboard in the other. "The only thing making it worthwhile this time around is our mystery man." Zandrea's interest perked up. She leaned a hip on the end of the desk and crossed her arms, thought of the gunshot victim having fled her mind. "Mystery man? Do tell." Bev let go of a laugh too loud given nothing was funny. "I thought that would get your interest up." She hooked a thumb over her shoulder. "Got a guy in a short bit ago. Doesn't remember what happened to him and won't give up a name. But damn if he isn't the hottest thing I've ever seen." "Where at?" Zandrea was about to search for this Adonis, but Bev grabbed her arm. "What? I was only going to say hi," she complained. "Yeah right. Zan, you're desperate for a man, and if I didn't say this guy was hot, you'd be trolling for the new doctor." "New...?" Zandrea frowned, resisting the urge to scan the nearby staff. "I am not desperate for a man. I just come here for a chat once and a while, and" "Hello, beautiful." She glanced up to the sexy Dr. Evans strolling by. His big brown eyes and dark brown skin made her heart skip a beat. In fact, she might need medical treatment if he continued to call her beautiful. But Dr. Evans didn't slow down. He winked and walked on. The man didn't take her seriously, and why would he? She was nothing but a cashier. Another heavy sigh escaped her. A hand waved in front of her face. "I think I've just been proven right," Bev told her before dropping a hand on Zandrea's shoulder. "Sorry, kiddo. It'll come." "Whatever." Zandrea spun away and marched back the way she had come. Now she was feeling like crap, and it was all Bev's fault. Sure, she had pegged Zandrea right, but damn, a girl couldn't want a man in her life for a freakin' change? It had been how long since her last boyfrienda year and a half? She had needs, and her girlfriends were great, but she couldn't curl up with them at night. Besides, she knew for a fact that both her best friends felt exactly the same way. Zandrea's mind was so focused on her silent justification for being man crazy that she didn't at first see the man lurking around the corner she turned. Instead, she barreled right into him, and sent them both to the floor. His grunt of obvious pain made her rush to apologize. "I am so sorry. I didn't see you there." From her position of being splayed out on top of him, Zandrea glanced up into electric green eyes. Or were they fevered? Either way, the man was hot. Really hot. She scrambled to get off of him. "You're burning up. Are you okay? Let me help you." "Nurse," he muttered while he submitted to her assistance to stand, although she felt weak herself at the tight muscle beneath her hand on his arm. She was in no rush to correct his assumption that she was a nurse. Now that they were standing, she realized he stretched a good head taller than she was, and with him looking down at her, his blond locks tumbled over onto his forehead, blocking one eye. She resisted reaching up to brush it back. That quick the atmosphere changed. Instead of the man being apologetic, without making a move, he seemed about to attack. She couldn't put her finger on why she felt that way, but Zandrea tried to step back from him. One of his hands settled on her hip, and he drew her closer. His lips parted, and she could have sworn she saw his canine teeth lengthening and the rest of his teeth becoming sharper. What the hell? "Food," he muttered. "Wha-?" She blinked and shook her head. Maybe she hadn't heard right. He lowered his head and gently thumped her chin higher with his nose. His deep inhale of her scent took the strength from her legs. She would have crumpled to the floor, but he held her in place. "I smell food on you," he told her. Can he be anymore unsexy with that statement? she complained silently. "I think you need treatment. Let me go get someone to help you." He didn't let go, and Zandrea was torn between wanting to run and wanting to just remain wedged against his hard body. She went with her usual boldness. "What's your name?" He leaned up from her neck and snapped his lips together. This must be the patient who wouldn't admit who he was or what happened to him that Bev had been talking about. Zandrea was about to ask him, when she saw it. Blood. Seeping through the white shirt he wore. On some level, she wondered where he had gotten the clothing and why he wasn't in the unfashionable hospital gown, but she stood quietly in his arms. The man tipped her chin up. "I have to go. Don't tell." Zandrea didn't respond. "Are you okay?" He glanced down at his shoulder. "Damn! Don't worry. I'll heal. Hey, did you hear me?" His voice came from far away now. He pressed his mouth against her ear. "You're afraid of the blood. Don't be. I guess it's natural for me. I'm used to it. I have to go. Don't fall." From the corner of her eyes, Zandrea spotted another man, this one all in black. His hair and even his eyes were dark. His eyebrows were low over his eyes, and his jaw was set in an angry expression. "We have to go," he commanded. The mystery patient propped Zandrea against the wall, began to walk away and then came back. He caught her under the chin a second time and then kissed her full on the lips. As he and his friend disappeared out an emergency exit, setting off the alarm, Zandrea's one thought was why did her first kiss from a white man, which she'd fantasized about in secret, come when she couldn't even kiss him back. |
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