Howling for Sara (LoveXtreme)

Night Runner Werewolves 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 28,313
16 Ratings (3.9)

[Siren LoveXtreme Special Edition: Erotic Paranormal Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M/M, werewolves]

Love-starved Sara Hutchinson dreams of six men who pleasure her with nights filled with raw, wild sex. Unable to resist the pull of her nightly wet dream, she takes off—destination unknown. Yet when she almost runs down sexy Michael Matheson, she finds she may have bitten off more than she can handle.

Michael takes her to the pack’s secluded Texas home where the men seduce her into staying for good. Yet when Sara sees the six men in their werewolf forms, she runs away, only to find herself trapped in the paws of the killer werebear.

The pack must rescue her before she’s eaten alive. But will she stay? If she can open her heart to the pack, she’ll find love...and save her life.

Note: The heroine of each book will mate with the pack but will end up with one alpha hero. Each hero in the pack will take his own mate in subsequent books.

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Howling for Sara (LoveXtreme)
16 Ratings (3.9)

Howling for Sara (LoveXtreme)

Night Runner Werewolves 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 28,313
16 Ratings (3.9)
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Extremely poor character development. It seemed as though Sara's initial "seduction" by Michael was closer to rape, followed by gang-rape, especially since she tried to say no, and he restrained her until she acquiesced.
Sara was ditzy, and couldn't make her mind up if she was turned on or frightened - and then ran away from the ranch on foot! Why didn't she grab the keys to the vehicle that were left on the table?
The were-bear was incredibly stupid. How did he manage to evade detection from the local population?
Overall, the book was terribly disappointing.
Debby
Wonderful new series, I just love when I first catch a new series when it first comes out. This is a great book of werewolves and menage and lots of hot men.
Barefoot Okie
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4 HEARTS: "Sara has been having these vivid dreams of six men. They take care of her every need but she can't see their faces. What she doesn't know is that they are real and they are calling her to them. She will be the mate of the Alpha if they can get her to come to them. All she knows is that she needs to get in her car and drive, following the direction of her heart. She doesn't know why or what she will find but she goes anyway. Ranlon Skylark is the Alpha of this pack of Night Runners. He knows she will come this night and he will somehow get her to stop so he can bring her home. All he has to do is convince her to stay once he gets her to their home. But Sara has too much too soon and she discovers what they are and runs off into the desert. There she finds something worse than the six men who say they care about her. She runs into a murderer who will kill her if her men don't find her first. Wow this is great! Loved the men and the story. This is a must have for any library. For a short story this was a good one." -- Ronda,The Romance Studio

4 CUPS: "Sara has no clue why, but once again she wakes from a dream about six men who bring her pleasure and love. Starving for a taste of her dreams, she feels compelled to set out for a destination unknown, letting her heart take the lead and almost run over her happiness. Michael knows the one woman to complete him and take her place as queen of the pack is on her way, and he stands in the middle of the road waiting for his destiny. Sara never thought the six men of her dreams actually existed. She is especially drawn to Michael, but feels each man will hold a piece of her heart. Now she must learn to take her place, and with six hunky men worshiping her, what could possibly be the down side? Howling for Sara is a story of fate and how what is meant to be will be. Ms. Rae brings to life erotic encounters which draws the reader in until they are fanning themselves. I found the story both thrilling and an appropriate beginning for a series. I look forward to watching the rest of the brothers finding their mates." -- Delane, Coffee Time Romance & More

4 HEARTS: "Sara has been having these vivid dreams of six men. They take care of her every need but she can't see their faces. What she doesn't know is that they are real and they are calling her to them. She will be the mate of the Alpha if they can get her to come to them. All she knows is that she needs to get in her car and drive, following the direction of her heart. She doesn't know why or what she will find but she goes anyway. Ranlon Skylark is the Alpha of this pack of Night Runners. He knows she will come this night and he will somehow get her to stop so he can bring her home. All he has to do is convince her to stay once he gets her to their home. But Sara has too much too soon and she discovers what they are and runs off into the desert. There she finds something worse than the six men who say they care about her. She runs into a murderer who will kill her if her men don't find her first. Wow this is great! Loved the men and the story. This is a must have for any library. For a short story this was a good one." -- Ronda, The Romance Studio

5 STARS: "Sometimes dreams are all you have. Sara Hutchinson has the hottest dreams, dreams of six sexy men, all focused on her pleasure and delight. When she wakes up, life is just so much less than her dreams. So, one day she packs up her car and just starts driving with no clear destination in mind. What she has no way of knowing is these are not normal dreams, but the call of her mates to come to them. The Night Runners are six hot and sexy werewolves waiting for the one woman to ground them. Sara is that woman. Their alpha-female. The one woman to unite the pack. When Sara discovers what they are, however, she panics and runs from them, into the path of a rogue werebear. Victor is determined to have her for his own. The men have to forget the trouble from town and focus on finding their woman before she's hurt or killed by the bear. Can Michael and the others find her in time? Can they stop Victor from harming their mate? Can they bring Victor to justice for all the other harm he's caused to the town? Beverly Rae does hot and steamy better than anyone I’ve read, and this book has plenty of heat to it. I liked the dream sequences. The men prepare Sara for the reality to come by giving her more love and passion than she's ever known. Ms. Rae has built a world filled with imagination and reality combined. A world where dreams can come to pass, and men become wolves and bears. Where a woman finds her true desires. Sara has been dreaming of her men since she hit puberty. She's strong but lonely, with nothing to tie her to any one place. She's courageous enough to head off in search of her dream lovers, but suffers a moment of panic when she realizes these men, her mates, are more than mere men. When danger finds her, she is determined to fight to her last breath. I like her sarcasm and her will to fight for her life and return to her men. The six Night Runner wolves are as close as brothers, and as different as men can be. Michael is the leader, the Alpha, strong and able to take charge and get results. Max is the artist of the group. Nick is filled with nervous energy, and William, although the oldest, defers to Michael for the lead. Ranlon is the roughneck, the rancher of the group, and Jimmy, at twenty-one, is the youngster of the group. All six men are hotter than sin, and all of them want Sara to be their alpha-female, to help the pack grow and become so much more. I like each of these men, with their honesty and passion, and their desire to do whatever is needed to help Sara adjust. I like that they are willing to leave her alone when she asks, even though they want nothing but to be with her. There is danger in this world, in the form of Victor, the rogue werebear. He's a threat to the pack, because he takes the one person they value above all else. This is the first of many stories in this world, with a woman in each Night Runner’s future, but I like that Sara will always be the alpha-female for them all. I look forward to each new story, and hope the happy ever afters just keep coming. This is one for those who like their romance in multiples, and with a bit of danger on the side." -- Foxglove, Long and Short Reviews

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Sara wasn’t sure why she’d chosen to take the back roads. In fact, she was certain using the lonely, deserted roads during the night was a bad idea. But she hadn’t been able to deny the urge. Even when she’d had to slow down to wind her way around several logs strewn across the road, the compulsion to keep going hadn’t lessened.

She reached up to punch on the overhead light, picked up the map, and squinted. Yet as much as she studied it, she couldn’t figure out where she was. She tossed the map onto the passenger seat and grabbed her phone as she’d done several times in the past half hour. Still no reception.

“Where the hell am I?” She selected the navigation app, but nothing came up. “I don’t get it. Why can’t I get any bars out here? That damn phone company’s going to hear—Oh, shit!”

Sara shouted as she swerved to miss the man standing in the middle of the road. Clutching her steering wheel, she gritted her teeth, slammed on her brakes, and turned the wheel to the right. Rocks battered the car as the tires slid in the gravel. She held on, gripping as hard as she could, but without enough traction the car continued its slide off the road. The bar ditch loomed before her, giving her no option to do anything but gasp and close her eyes. For a moment, the car was suspended in air then fell in a sickening descent from its flight. She cried out as the car struck the ground, the impact throwing her body forward first, then backward as the front end buried into the other side of the ditch.

Still gripping the wheel, she held her breath and opened her eyes. Her heart pounded and her breaths came in short puffs. Dirt covered the crumpled front end of the car, and a thin line of smoke trailed from under the hood toward the sky.

I’m okay. I’m fine.

She repeated the mantra, willing herself to calm down.

So much for the air bag deploying. She ran her hand over the wheel and held on as her heart slowed down. She looked into the rearview mirror and breathed a sigh of relief. No bleeding. Not even a bump.

Who cares if the bag didn’t work? I’m okay. At least, I think I am.

She moved her leg, then the other, testing her body, waiting for any telltale signs of injury. “So far, so good.” Listening to herself, she tried to inject a calmness in her tone that she didn’t yet feel.

Then she tried moving her arms. “See? Nothing hurts.” Tentatively, she took her shaking hands from the wheel, stared through the cracked windshield at the damage to her car, and let out a small groan. Her used-but-new-to-her Honda Civic, the one that had taken her almost a year to save for, was trashed.

Oh, my God. My car’s busted up big time.

Still, a wrecked car was a lot better than a wrecked body. She let out another long breath. Better to look on the bright side.

“If I hadn’t looked up when I had, I would’ve—” She inhaled, the memory of the man standing in the middle of the road coming back. “No, no, no. Please tell me I didn’t hit him.”

She reached for the handle and turned it. Her door refused to open, so she shoved against it. Two more pushes and the door still refused to budge. On the fourth push, she leaned toward the passenger side first, then threw her body at the door, ramming against it.

“Argh!” The door flew open, propelling her headfirst out of the car. She broke her fall with her hands, her hair cascading over her head.

“Are you all right?”

Sara froze. Was it the man in the road? Was he all right?

“Damn it, you weren’t supposed to be going that fast.”

Slowly, hoping she wouldn’t see an injured man hobbling toward her, she turned her head and peered through the strands of her hair. Cowboy boots, well-worn with years of use, led her gaze to jeans that fit the strong legs perfectly. She gathered her nerve and let her gaze slide higher, telling herself she wouldn’t stop at his crotch.

Her mouth dried up when she saw the bulge in his jeans and, for a moment, she almost reached out to see if the bulge was larger than her hand. He was big, that was for sure.

“I asked if you were hurt.”

A calloused hand appeared in front of her face and, after taking a steadying breath, she took it. The sizzle of electricity passing from his skin to hers made her try to yank her hand away, but he held on. He pulled up and she half fell, half stumbled out of the car. Another strong hand took hold of her other arm as he helped her to stand on her feet.

Sara whipped the hair out of her face and got her first good look at him. Oh, my God.

Heat rushed up her neck and into her cheeks. His hard, muscled chest pressed close to her, so close she could see where someone had resewn a button on the denim shirt just below the place where a spattering of dark hair peeked over the material. She resisted the urge to run her hand over the six-pack she was certain hid under the denim. Desire raced through her, making her knees seem like jelly.

“Ooh,” she breathed, drawing in the smell of man mixed with something unidentifiable. Something that made her think of wild, untamed nights of erotic lovemaking. Her eyes grew big at the idea. Had the thought come from her dreams?

“Look at me.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

The nude man who stepped closer was beyond a mere man. His body, chiseled as though from marble, would have made the gods weep. Standing with his feet apart, his manhood erect and proud, he exuded the confidence of a leader. A strong face with black hair that caressed the tips of his shoulders called to her. He smiled, his dimples softening the harder features of his handsome appearance.

“Don’t worry. We won’t hurt you. You know that.”

The voice was deep, commanding respect, and she knew he spoke the truth. But wait. We?

 Sara broke the invisible bond holding her to those mesmerizing eyes and looked away. For the first time, she saw the five other silhouettes in the darkness of the bedroom and she trembled with a strange combination of fear and excitement. Their eyes, staring at her with hunger, sparkled with flecks of gold. Their bodies, lit from behind by a flickering light in the hall, showed their firm, muscled physiques, and she couldn’t help but sigh.

The man who’d spoken drew closer and took hold of her. An electric shock sizzled through her, awakening every nerve ending. Bending her leg, he positioned himself near her pussy. “I’ve missed you since last night.”

Last night? Yes, she remembered now. They came every night to pleasure her, to feast on her. And every night she crawled into bed to wait for them, then to dream of them.

He slid his tongue slowly down the length of her inner thigh, teasing the ticklish skin, to pass over her throbbing clit. She gasped, thrilled by his touch. He sucked her tender bunch of nerves inside his mouth, using his teeth to nibble her. A rush of heat roared outward from her abdomen, making her shudder.

Without warning, she climaxed, mewing at the sudden release. How could he give her an orgasm so fast? Yet he had.

But he wasn’t finished. Again he latched onto her, adding licks to his nibbles, his fingers separating her wide to thrust his tongue inside her pussy. She jerked, not wanting to get free but wanting to move closer to him. Her pussy clenched with need, and she released again, the orgasm blowing through her stronger than the first.

A second man moved to her left side, crawled onto the bed, and sat on his knees next to her. Putting his thick cock inches from her face, he stroked himself, tempting her to do the same. She opened her mouth, craning her neck to receive him. He slipped his shaft into her mouth, deep and hard, pushing to the back of her throat as he cradled her neck. She choked but kept pumping him, her licks matching those of the man stroking her clit.

The squeak of the bed frame told her one of the others had joined them on her right side. He cupped her breasts, fondling them as he murmured sexy words to encourage her. Not that she needed encouragement. The lust boiled inside her, surging toward another climax.

Sucking harder on the cock, she moaned as the man enjoying her pussy pushed her legs over his shoulders and intensified his movements. Biting her, sweeping his tongue over her aching clit, he brought her to even greater heights of passion. Liquid fire erupted within her, flowing over her skin until she was sure she’d burn alive. The third man bent to feather kisses along the swell of her breasts while he thumbed her nipples to send zings of delightful pain into her tits.

And still she wanted more. She pulled the cock from her mouth. “Please. Fuck me.”

The man between her legs lifted up, then moved to her side as yet a fourth man joined the group. He settled at her pussy as the first man used his thumb to massage her tender nub. The leader murmured something to the others, but his gaze never left her face.

 Grabbing her legs, the fourth man thrust his shaft into her, driving his huge penis deep inside and bumping her body toward the headboard. She cried out and stroked the second man’s cock harder.

A strange aroma, one born of musk and wildness, filled the room and she inhaled. These men were hers, and she was theirs.

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