Welcome, Jorja Lovett and her newest release!
Blurb
Book one in The Wild Irish Wolves Series.
Can two stubborn wolf shifters let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?
Can two stubborn wolf shifters let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?
Lone wolf Caleb Jackson is only back in town long enough to sell his
late father's house, and the bad memories with it. He never expected to find
his mate.
Good girl Mia Blake never behaves badly. Except for the time she shifts
into her wolf, chases a stranger through Olcan Hills, and has the hottest sex
of her life on the forest floor.
He has no desire to settle down. She is afraid to upset her family. But,
with someone determined to destroy Caleb's inheritance, and his secret fling
with Mia getting hot and heavy, moving on isn't as easy as he'd hoped.
Can either of them let down their guards long enough to take a chance on
love?
Excerpt *Warning: Contains Adult Only Content*
Rain soaked Mia’s fur as she bounded through the woods bordering the
Olcan Hills, relishing every inch of earth mashed beneath her claws. Trees
became nothing more than a blur as she raced by, running to find her release
out here where she answered to no one but nature. This was freedom.
When she reached the top of the hill she came to a standstill and
released her primal scream of frustration in a howl, unleashing everything she
couldn’t say to her overbearing family, pouring every hidden truth of who she
really was into one long mournful call.
In the distance, another wolf echoed her cry and answered with one of
his own. This was the reason her mother despised her shifting into her wolf
form. She went kind of crazy and forgot all sense of danger in the excitement.
Exactly the reason why she did it in secret. And now, here she was, totally
exposed in the Northern Irish countryside, crouched and listening out for the
intruder’s approach.
Snapping twigs and rustling leaves marked his stealthy journey towards
her but she stood her ground, regardless of how loudly her heart was beating in
her ears. The wind carried his scent and raised the hackles along her spine
when she sniffed the air. Another shifter, but one she didn’t recognise. Big
bro would use her pelt for a rug if he found out she’d strayed beyond the
boundary.
Amber eyes glowed in the dark shadows as the large grey wolf stalked
through the forest. She bowed in submission. Even if she had a clue how to
fight, he was double her size and twice as powerful. He growled a low warning
and sniffed her with interest, his wet nose nudging her clammy fur. Did he
expect her to roll over and show her belly? Pride wouldn’t let her, but she was
careful not to make eye contact as he circled around her twice in case he took
it as a challenge.
She only lifted her head when she saw him pad away, heading back to the
cover of the trees. He stopped, looked back at her, and cocked his head to one
side. When she didn’t move he returned and nipped her ear. She yelped in
surprise and indignation. Of all the nerve!
The rules of engagement were abandoned in the heat of her outrage and,
in a snarling frenzy, she launched herself at him. For an animal so large, the
grey wolf moved gracefully, dodging her attack to race ahead and leaving Mia in
dogged pursuit.
Tree branches tore at her skin as she ploughed heedlessly into the
woodland, but the pain dulled in the exhilaration of the chase. As they wove
their way through the undergrowth, Mia’s anger subsided to let her long-neglected
sense of fun take over.
He wanted her to follow him. She knew that from the glances he kept
throwing back at her. So she stopped and slipped quietly behind the stump of an
uprooted oak, waiting to see what he would do. White wisps of steam escaped
from her nostrils as she fought to get her breath back and suddenly the area
seemed too quiet.
With a thud Grey leapt onto the tree stump, and leant back onto his
haunches ready to pounce. Mia took off again and this time she was the hunted.
She didn’t get very far before he sprang and knocked her off her feet.
In a tangle of limbs they rolled through the leafy debris of the forest
floor, shifting into their human form as they came to rest, with her pinned to
the ground by a hard, muscular, naked body.
"Well, that was fun." He grinned down at her, making no
attempt to get off her, his green eyes full of mischief.
"If you say so." Mia’s heart still raced but she was at enough
of a disadvantage wedged underneath him without admitting she enjoyed the capture
as much as the chase.
"I didn’t hurt you, did I?" He bent his head to kiss the
scratches marking her shoulder and suddenly the only ache she felt was hidden
deep inside.
"No." She swallowed hard as he ventured closer to her already
puckered nipples.
"Do you want me to stop?" His hot breath on her sensitive skin
engulfed her in a tide of hormones she hadn’t been ruled by in a long time, if
ever.
Maybe a piece of her wolf was still in her system, thriving on the
excitement and danger, but she was horny, and ripe for the picking.
"No."
With a need to touch, to taste this handsome stranger on her tongue, she
manoeuvred enough room to free her hands and wind them into his dark blond
hair, pulling him down into a kiss.
He massaged her breasts, first with his hand, quickly followed by his
mouth. The sucking and licking around her straining pink tips made her arousal
too great to bear. She writhed against him, wet and waiting, but he let her
suffer further still whilst he covered her mounds in tiny, exquisite bites.
Bewitched by the woods and her fantasy lover, she swapped the dull
reality of her life for this moment, cavorting like the sort of woodland nymph
she longed to be. Someone who lived without fear of consequences or judgement.
She wanted him. Prim and proper Mia Blake, who never stepped out of
line, was lying naked in the woods with a stranger’s erection pressing into her
abdomen, and she loved it. A restlessness seized hold as her body cried out
with need. Her limbs trembled, her fingers and toes curled, waiting for that
final act of completion. As dusk settled around them and an ethereal fog
swirled between the trees, she lost herself in the erotic dream and let him
sink into her.
Author Bio
Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots,
which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to
wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued
her passion seriously.
Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the
pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of
her days writing steamy romances.
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love love wolves!!
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