After a string of failed relationships, thirty-five-year-old Madeline Majors worries her life will never be complete. Her obsession with having a child and her inability to conceive—even though a multitude of doctors have said there is nothing medically wrong with her—drives her to Madame Evangeline as her last resort.
Garth Summers is a shape shifter with a problem. As Alpha of his pack, he must have an heir by the time he is fifty years of age or a new alpha is chosen from the eligible males in the pack. But as a wolf shifter, he can only conceive with his mate who he has yet to find. With only six weeks remaining, he turns to Madame Eve for help.
Can a one-night stand bring two people the one thing they most desperately want, or will the reality of what they are send them both running?
She was on her way to the bathroom to pee again for the umpteenth time when a knock sounded on the door. Still a few minutes, but he could be early. She walked to the door and checked the peephole. A broad, muscled torso wearing a light-blue button-down and navy coat was all she could see.
She checked her appearance one last time in the mirror on the door then pulled it open. Tall at five foot nine inches, but even she had to tilt her head back to see the face of the man standing in front of her. If someone asked her to describe her dream man, they would have gotten a picture of this guy. His wide brown eyes were so dark they were almost black, and his square jaw bore the perfect light dusting of hair. He stood a good head and shoulders taller than her, so he had to be at least six and a half feet tall. And oh, the muscles. He may still be clothed, but not an ounce of fat marred his trim figure.
“Hi,” she said after ogling her fill.
“Hi,” he replied. Only a single syllable but the deep baritone of his voice was like a caress of her most intimate places. If she’d worn panties, they’d be ruined. “Are you Madeline Majors?”
“Yes. I take it you’re Garth Summers.” He nodded. She held out her hand. “Nice to meet you.” Instead of shaking her hand, he grasped and turned it palm up then brought his lips down in the gentlest of pecks. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought he’d sucked on her clit the way desire ricocheted from the tips of her fingers all the way down to her toes.
“Very nice to meet you, too.” He straightened. “May I come in?”
Maddy almost slapped herself in the forehead for being such a dunce. “Of course. Please.” She stepped back to make way for him to enter.
Garth walked past her, his arm brushing her chest. Her nipples hardened to tight peaks, eager for him to repeat the touch. Whether the contact had been on purpose or not, she was in for one hell of a night if their interactions so far offered any indication.
Thank you, Madame Eve.