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Wolf Mates

The Wild Rose Press

Heat Rating: STEAMY
Word Count: 25,173
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Margie McLean loves her life just the way it is. As the single alpha of the London, Montana pack, she leads her wolves and makes her own decisions. When she stumbles upon an injured wolf, she has no idea that her quiet life is about to take a dramatic turn.

Zane Moskos never imagined that the mission his tyrannical alpha sent him on would lead him to his mate. Now he's faced with the choice of defying the man who holds his sister hostage or losing the woman that fate has decreed is his.

In order to save his sister and gain his freedom, Zane must convince Margie he can be trusted. Can they work together or will the passion they feel overwhelm them both?

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The Romance Studio
Camilla Berg
Romantic misunderstandings and life and death situations are just a few things keeping readers on the edge of their seats rooting for the good guys in this fast paced paranormal read. I think that the author really brings you into the book to the point where you can picture the characters and scenes. Admirable and sympathetic main characters plus an absorbing plot make this a book a keeper.


“Hey, in there. I’m going to open the door. Don’t even think about taking me down.” As if he could. If she knew he was her mate, she assumed he could sense that she was his. And a male would never hurt his mate. Although if he wanted to take her down and sex her senseless she wouldn’t oppose him.

Pull it together, Margie! How can you think of sex at a time like this?

She shook her head—who would have thought meeting her mate would cause sexual thoughts to overwhelm her common sense—and rapped on the door. “Do you hear me?”

“I do. Why am I locked in?”

She liked his voice. Maybe she could get him to speak more just to hear the melodious rumble as it crossed her skin. By the saints, what was she thinking? Hello, Margie, pull your head out of your hormones and channel your inner alpha.

After she pushed the code into the keypad, she turned the knob and pushed open the door. Spilled soup lay in twisting rivulets across the floor, flowing from the broken bowl. The tray lay behind the mess. Zane stood in front of the bed, arms crossed, completely naked with the exception of a silver torc around his neck. Oh yeah, she could get used to the eye candy. It was impressive.

Eye contact, Margie, eye contact.

Like meeting his eyes helped. Black brows and thick lashes framed amber eyes that gleamed with questions. Sleep-tussled black hair shot through with silver and tan hung in waves to his shoulders. Above a white bandage wrapped around his middle, tight curls dusted his chest and below the bandage the curls led in a trail from his navel to...

Eyes, Margie, eyes.

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