Howling on the Fourth of July

Riverdale Avenue

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 20,000
4 Ratings (4.0)

Siren and ARE best-selling author Trinity Blacio weaves her unique tales of werewolf ménage with The Fourth of July in this explosive novella.

Violet Vanworth had lost everything, she had no one¬at least she’d thought she had no one, until Violet found the letter from her dead mother. Violet fired her guards and began looking for the father she never knew.

Having one over-protective mother was nothing compared to what she found at the Fourth of July family gathering. Four males, one father, a brother, a step-mom and two grandfathers all of whom were bound to make sure she was safe and guarded again.

But no one had prepared her for the love of not one, but four men; four men who had captured her heart and stole her independence in just two days. Together, not only do they love her like the men in those romance stories, but they also protect her from those that want her dead.

Will she be able to survive the fireworks they create every time they touch her?

Howling on the Fourth of July
4 Ratings (4.0)

Howling on the Fourth of July

Riverdale Avenue

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 20,000
4 Ratings (4.0)
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“Don’t worry about the club. I can give you a ride there. As it happens, I know the owner really well.” He grinned as his friends laughed behind them. “Oh, I’m being rude. Violet Vanworth, I’d like you to meet my partners, roommates, and best friends, Kelvin Cloud and Salvador Guárico.”

Salvador stepped forward and took her hand, kissing the inside of her wrist. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, senorita. Landon was right. You are a beautiful woman.”

Her cheeks heated and she glanced away and stared at the back of the tow truck. “Thank you, Salvador. No one has ever called me beautiful before I came to this town.” She smiled.

“Well, then, you must have fools for men in New York,” he teased and stepped back.

Violet laughed. “Creeps, more like.” She turned to Kelvin, who moved in front of her and kissed both of her cheeks. “I have to agree with Salvador. You are a beauty. It’s New York’s loss and our gain to have you here.”

She fanned her face. “You guys sure know how to make a girl’s head spin. Let me go grab my jacket and purse.” Violet nodded to the bikes. “I take it we’re going for a ride?” She laughed and moved to the porch, glancing over her shoulder at the three hunks.

All three of them stared at her, their gazes traveling up and down her body. “Oh, we’ll be going for a ride many times,” Landon said.

“You are very bad, Mr. Drews.” Violet shook her head and grabbed her jacket and purse, taking a deep breath. Violet had a feeling that when she got home tonight, her small toy was going to get a nice workout.

Stepping out of the house, Violet locked the door and strolled over to Hank, who stood talking to Landon. “Here are the keys to the car, and you have my phone number if you need to reach me. I don’t care what the cost is. I need to have it fixed, unless it would be cheaper for me to buy another one.” She laughed. “Which I hope I don’t. I’ve gotten used to this car.”

“I’ll give you a call tomorrow. See you at 4:00 at the party.” Hank crawled into the truck and took off with her car as Landon handed her a helmet.

“Put it on, Violet. Don’t want anything to happen to you.” He sat on the bike. “Give me your purse. I’ll put it in the saddlebag.” Violet handed it to him and sat behind him on the bike, fastening the helmet.

“Okay, I’m ready.” She wrapped her arms around his muscular frame and took a deep breath. God, he smells divine.

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