On a long, rambling road trip to spread her wings after college, curvy and innocent Alyssa has just about given up on finding anyone who will love her for who she is. Little does she know that in a dusty town off the side of the road, Alyssa will walk straight into exactly the man she never expected.
When Will Eckhart, sheriff and secret werewolf alpha, first lays eyes on Alyssa, he knows she’s something special. Something about her eyes, her scent, and the way she walks puts a fire right in his belly. But, he knows that if he’s going to mark her as his mate, she’s going to have to survive the pack first.
Wild passion, feral need, muscled werewolves and a towering, intensely powerful alpha fill these pages... and every desire Alyssa has ever had.
This is an explicit read meant for audiences 18+
“I... I need... you... can’t stop thinking... scent,” the man behind the door growls.
I can hardly get my mind off of the sheriff, off those eyes and that smoldering gaze. I try my best to clear my head, but my best efforts just end with my muscles clenching slow, tight, between my legs.
“If I let you in, what will happen?”
A snorting sound meets my ears, and then a rumbling growl.
“Let... me in... or I’ll break... door...”
“How do I know you’re not going to hurt me? Or kill me? Or...?”
The voice doesn’t answer, but a pounding fist on the door does. I hear the wood rattling on the hinges, squeaking slightly under the insistent banging.
Then, the noise all stops. For one brief moment, there’s no sound, no breathing, no scratching.
“Are you still there?” I ask, surprised at how hopeful my voice sounds. This is no fantasy, I know, there’s actually someone out there wanting in, but... “hello?” I call again.
The moment stretches into eternity. There’s only silence. Then, just as I’m adjusting to the quiet, a growl, and what can only be a shoulder crashing into the door jolts me back to reality. He pulls away and the next second, smashes back into the door, this time bashing it straight open, throwing it backwards so that it slaps the wooden wall, knocking a cheap picture of a wheat field to the ground with a clatter.
I open my eyes wide, unable to believe what’s happening. Though the room is dark – lit only by the moon’s pale yellow glow, I think I can see two slightly different colored eyes peering at me through the blackness.
“Sheriff?” I ask, “Is that you?”