4 STARS: "This was a hot contemporary paranormal novel. It starts with a young African American woman, Samantha. She is running away from werewolves who “scent” her out because she is “special”. Samantha, is one of the few “human” women that can successfully mate and bare werewolf offspring. Since there is a shortage of female werewolves, she is very valuable. However, she unknowingly is the destined mate of the alpha werewolf, Andor. Initially, both try to deny this fact; but, when they are close, the attraction is off the charts. Samantha’s wants to hide herself by blocking her scent with a magic amulet. However, after trying to escape, Andor finds her and they finally mate. As alpha, Andor is expected to mate with a pure werewolf female. So, the relationship between Samantha and Andor causes much jealously and hatred for Samantha within the clan. Serena, a pure female werewolf wants Andor. She is the only daughter of a powerful and evil werewolf of a neighboring clan. A union between Serena and Andor could unite the two clans. However, Andor only wants Samantha and does not give a damn about Serena anymore and is willing to risk everything to keep Samantha and protect his clan! Samantha and Serena carry a common lineage that further complicates matter. The manner in which Samantha was conceived was scandalous. It involves Samatha’s father, her mother, and Andor’s father. This is another reason why Samantha was being hunted down. Throughout the novel, Samantha awakens her true nature and begins to deal with the “other person” in her being. Overall, the book was original and the dialog was both humorous and clever. Andor was truly an alpha, and I enjoyed how he took care of Samantha. The sex scenes were hot and well-written. I liked Samantha because she had her own mind and her own goals. She wanted to finish her education and find her mother. The supporting characters added to the storyline. The author also brings in Andor’s father who is determined to find his true love and mate — the mother of Samantha. The book ends with that scenario. Overall, the ending was satisfying." -- Pamela, Romance Novels in Color
Samantha didn’t know who this guy was, but he didn’t look anything like the were who’d broken into her motel room. Massively built, with black hair and steel-grey eyes set in a face that any female over the age of six would find fascinating, he was the finest eye candy she’d ever seen. Too bad he was a dog-breath, and a soon-to-be-dead one if he didn’t back off.
“Put the gun away. I mean you no harm.” His voice was deep, laced with authority, like someone accustomed to being obeyed. It sent shivers up Samantha’s spine and her pulse jumped, making her wonder if he had injected something into her when she was out.
“The gun stays right where it is, since I woke up to find you staring at my girl parts with your tongue hanging out. The way I see it, I was either on tonight’s menu, or you need to get laid in a really bad way. You can understand why neither appeals to me, so the gun stays.” His eyes narrowed with anger, but his cheeks darkened as if… Did he just blush? Despite the desperateness of her situation, Samantha had to fight to keep a smile off her face. Maybe he wasn’t as hard-assed as he looked. “Just stay where you are, and don’t make any funny moves. I know you guys are fast, but at this distance, I’m willing to bet a bullet will reach your brain before your teeth reach my throat.”
He remained where he was, sitting on the edge of the bed, though the slight smile that lifted the corners of his mouth said he was more amused than intimated by her words. Asshole. He could laugh his head off as long as he didn’t make a move in her direction.
She slid off the bed and tugged her jeans up. Not an easy task when she had to keep her gun pointed at him, but she managed it, though the smile on his face widened into a grin when she nearly lost her footing. Good thing he hadn’t laughed outright, because she would have shot him just to make herself feel better. Now, if she could just make her escape before he realized the pain in her head was so bad her vision was blinking in and out like an electrical circuit on the fritz…
“Where the hell have you brought me?” Samantha asked, risking a glance out the nearest window. It was still dark, which was an indication she hadn’t been out long, and the massive mountain looming outside the window told her she was a long way from the motel where she’d been captured.
“Thinking of leaving? You wouldn’t get very far without an amulet to mask your scent, and the only place you can get one is in Wolf Valley.”
“I’m the one with the gun, so I ask the questions, and you answer. So let’s try this again. Where are we?”
“Where you are doesn’t matter. You’re safe, that’s all you need to know for now.” Arrogant bastard. Just who does he think he is?
She lifted her gun and pointed it directly at his forehead. “Where. Are. We? And I’d advise you to get the stick out of your ass and give me a straight answer if you want to keep that pretty face.” She thought she saw his lips twitch, but with her vision blinking in and out of focus, she couldn’t be certain.
“You’re in my home, little one, and you can drop the tough act. I can smell your fear.”
“And I can smell what you are, big one. So, no matter what you say, I know I’m not safe. Now answer my question. Where are we?”
He stood up slowly, his hands held palms-out as he rose to his feet. She looked across at him and winced. Lord have mercy! He had to be close to seven feet and weigh half a ton. Suddenly, the gun in her hand felt like a peashooter.
“Since you know what I am, you should know who I am. My name is Andor Levine Wroth. I am Lord of the Northern Territories and Alpha of Wolf valley.”
Her mouth fell open, and his smile widened, exposing a wicked set of canines that would have looked right at home on a saber tooth tiger. He inclined his head, a regal nod that said better than words that, despite the gun in her hand, he was the one in control of the situation. “Welcome to my home, little one. Welcome to Wolf Valley.”
“Heaven help her,” she groaned as the darkness she could no longer keep at bay pulled her under. She’d traveled thousands of miles, with rogues hounding her every step, only to discover she’d walked into a trap.
Jesus! The man could kiss. She gave herself totally to the sheer pleasure of enjoying the taste and texture of his mouth. So lost was she in the sensations washing over her that when he pulled back slightly, she gripped his head on either side with her hands and held him in place. He growled deep in his throat, a masculine sound of approval, and lifted one of her legs around his waist. He inserted a thumb beneath the edge of her shorts and flicked it over her moist folds. Samantha groaned and bucked against his hand and he brushed a kiss against her ear.
“That’s it, baby. Show me what you like. I want you to burn as much as I do. To feel what I feel. You’re mine, and as much as you may hate that, it isn’t going to change a damn thing.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Samantha whispered, tilting her head back to meet his fierce gaze. “All I know is I’m through denying what I feel for you.” She leaned forward and flicked her tongue along the side of his neck, hiding a smile when his big body shuddered with need. “For once, I’m going to take what I want.” She reached for the top button on his shirt, then stopped, and ripped it open, smiling with satisfaction as buttons flew in all directions. “I’m ready to take what I want.”
He smiled down at her. “You think you can take me.”
She reached out and ran a hand over the thick ridge outlined by his slacks. “Why don’t we find out?” She placed a soft kiss on his hair-roughed chest, then flicked her tongue out to taste him. He tasted like heaven and smelled like sin. She tasted him again, this time giving full rein to her need to caress and kiss every inch of his taut flesh. When her hand moved to his belt buckle, he stopped her by covering her hand with his. Annoyed by his interference, she looked up and found him staring down at her, concern shadowing the passion in his eyes.
“You sure you want to do that, baby? Despite your boldness, I can smell your innocence.” She smiled to herself. He was trying to be gentlemen, when what she needed, what she wanted was for him to be all wolf.
“I’ve never done this because I’ve never wanted to,” she admitted. She pulled the zipper of his pants carefully downward, then looked up at him. “But with you, I want it all. And I don’t think once is going to be enough.” He said nothing, but his eyes glowed with hunger as she slipped to her knees at his feet.
She’d seen a few porno movies, so she knew what to expect when she shoved his underwear and pants downward. But what she hadn’t expected was how much she’d like what she saw. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered. Giving in to the urge to feel as well as taste him, she ran her tongue from the base of his thick shaft to the top of its rounded head. “Long, hard, and with a bittersweet cherry on top.” She looked up at him and smiled. “Can I have some more?”
He growled deep in his throat, his hips snapping forward to thrust his cock against her lips. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she teased, enjoying the heady sensation of controlling the magnificent man staring down at her. He might be alpha and the most powerful werewolf on the continent, but she knew without a doubt that she had the power to rock his world.
He undoubtedly agreed, because in the next second, he jerked her to her feet and into his arms. Samantha locked her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and held on as he kicked off his pants before carrying her toward the king-sized bed she’d glimpsed through an open doorway. In the bedroom, he slapped her on the ass, apparently his way of showing her she had been too slow to give him what he wanted, and then tossed her down onto the massive bed. Samantha opened her mouth, thinking to reprimand him for acting like a caveman, then quickly shut it as she watched him rip off the remainder of his clothing. So this is what women mean when they say a guy is panty-dropping gorgeous. Gloriously naked, he stood staring down at her and Sam didn’t know whether to drop to her knees in thanks or just open her legs and enjoy the ride. Heavily muscled, broad-shouldered, and smelling good enough to eat, there was just too much of him that was right and nothing that was wrong.
He closed the distance between them and she opened her arms, expecting him to cover her body with his. Instead, he straddled her, his knees on either side of her upper body.
Confused, she looked up at him, and he gave her a smoldering look as he tucked a pillow beneath her head. That placed his massive erection almost eye level with her face, and she watched, mesmerized as he pumped his cock once…twice, and then he leaned over, to press the tip against her bottom lip.