When a new woman comes to Los Lobos, looking for a fresh start and a helping hand, she turns dominant black wolf, Parker’s world upside down. Struck by her beauty and vulnerability, he’s immediately consumed by her voice. One with which he’s all too familiar. The seductive, tremulous voice of his red wolf, his dream lover who he’d give anything to rescue from a torturous life. His mind is slammed by the impossible implications, and he can’t let her out of his sight until he finds out who she really is.
Shiloh has endured endless days and nights as a captured, forced mate of an alpha, chained to a cast iron stove, a vessel for all manner of unspeakable abuses. The only thing keeping her alive? Her black wolf, her mate, who comes every night in her dreams, soothing away the anguish, offering exquisite love and hope that one day an opportunity will come for her to break away. With her mate away on a trip, she just might have that chance.
Shiloh and Parker are two bruised souls, salvaged from the wreckage of their tragic pasts, who find that love might finally set them free.
She trembled as courage and resolve spurred her to a new level of boldness. Lifting her shirt off, she then unclasped her bra to toss it aside. She unzipped her pants then wriggled out of those and her panties to stand naked before him. She painstakingly turned around, arms outstretched.
“Look carefully, Parker, at what you say you want. Take a good long perusal at the scars across my back, my ass, my legs, my breasts, my face, these arms. Scars you couldn’t see beneath my fur. This is what you want to sign up for? This is what you want to see each day? Each night? God! I can’t even glance at myself in a mirror, and yet you stand here wanting this? I won’t say yes just to satisfy your dominant urges to protect, when the mere sight of me can make anyone gag with revulsion.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, unbidden, hot. Disregarding them was the only way to stay strong in the face of imminent rejection.
Parker shimmered and appeared, tall, broad, with muscles vibrating their latent power. She cowered, crouching low to the ground. Seeing him as a man broke the mystique between them. It left her painfully vulnerable.
“You would show yourself to my wolf, but not to me? We are one and the same.” He stepped toward her to gently grab her battered hands in his broad ones. “Stand up, Shiloh, so I can see your woman again.”