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Blurb for When a Wolf Howls--
She's an unemployed scientist applying to be a teacher at a small, private academy in rural Maine.
He's the principal--and a werewolf. Students are sent here so if a wolf is living inside of them, it will present itself in a safe environment. It doesn't take long for her to realize something's different about the sexy boss she's trying to keep her hands off of, but his wolf has decided she's their mate. Now what?
Blurb for When a Wolf Howls--
She's an unemployed scientist applying to be a teacher at a small, private academy in rural Maine.
He's the principal--and a werewolf. Students are sent here so if a wolf is living inside of them, it will present itself in a safe environment. It doesn't take long for her to realize something's different about the sexy boss she's trying to keep her hands off of, but his wolf has decided she's their mate. Now what?
Set-up--Diego, the principal, is dressed as Zorro--and Saoirse--the science teacher, is a gypsy. They're the chaperones at a Halloween party for the Academy teenagers. When some security guards stop by, she ducks out to use the bathroom.
She was just walking back in, when her hand was grabbed from behind a curtain and she was pulled onto a balcony. Her momentary confusion changed to delight when she realized that Diego had taken the opportunity to grab a few stolen moments in the dark, now that their chaperone services were temporarily unneeded.
He leaned against the wall next to her, stroking her curls glowing coppery in the moonlight. "How can I resist such an attractive gypsy woman?" he asked in a low, husky voice.
She smiled coyly at him, batting her eyelashes. "Why sir, are you bothering with a lowly peasant woman like me?"
He leaned forward, using one finger to tilt her head upward. "Because if I don't kiss you, I'll never forgive myself." With that, his lips brushed against hers, lightly.
The tingle that ran through her body made her blood boil. She leaned against him, enjoying the feel of the hard muscles under his skin.
He increased the pressure of his lips and she met him with equal passion. With a low moan she opened her mouth, and their tongues caressed each other, tasting each other's passion.
He pressed her against the building, using his hips to capture her, introducing her to the insistent bulge that threatened to rip through his pants.
Her heart was already racing, but feeling how much he wanted her increased her arousal. Her hands explored his chest, heading up to his shoulders. Their width made her dizzy, imagining how it would feel to be pressed down by their strength, while the thought of becoming better acquainted with his rock-hard erection increased the tingling sensations all through her body.
Diego was fighting hard to control his wolf.
Take her now!
I can't! We're in a public place--we're the adults. We have to go back to the party.
Take her now! Taste her. Smell her. She belongs to us. We need her.
This was not the first time ever that Diego wished he could give in to the wolf's desires. Everything was so simple to the wolf--you take what you want, and to hell with the consequences. Right at that moment, he'd willingly risk anything, to plunge himself into this willing woman--to give them both what they needed!
What started as a minor buzzing in his back pocket, got steadily more insistent, until even Saoirse noticed it, since her hands were moving down his back to caress his butt cheeks.
She drew back from the kiss with a massive effort, since she felt drugged by the passion that their heat had created together. "Shouldn't you answer that?"
"Um-hmm." He buried his face in the curls around her neck.
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Best price now is at my publisher's site--
www.extasybooks.com/when-a-wolf-howls
She was just walking back in, when her hand was grabbed from behind a curtain and she was pulled onto a balcony. Her momentary confusion changed to delight when she realized that Diego had taken the opportunity to grab a few stolen moments in the dark, now that their chaperone services were temporarily unneeded.
He leaned against the wall next to her, stroking her curls glowing coppery in the moonlight. "How can I resist such an attractive gypsy woman?" he asked in a low, husky voice.
She smiled coyly at him, batting her eyelashes. "Why sir, are you bothering with a lowly peasant woman like me?"
He leaned forward, using one finger to tilt her head upward. "Because if I don't kiss you, I'll never forgive myself." With that, his lips brushed against hers, lightly.
The tingle that ran through her body made her blood boil. She leaned against him, enjoying the feel of the hard muscles under his skin.
He increased the pressure of his lips and she met him with equal passion. With a low moan she opened her mouth, and their tongues caressed each other, tasting each other's passion.
He pressed her against the building, using his hips to capture her, introducing her to the insistent bulge that threatened to rip through his pants.
Her heart was already racing, but feeling how much he wanted her increased her arousal. Her hands explored his chest, heading up to his shoulders. Their width made her dizzy, imagining how it would feel to be pressed down by their strength, while the thought of becoming better acquainted with his rock-hard erection increased the tingling sensations all through her body.
Diego was fighting hard to control his wolf.
Take her now!
I can't! We're in a public place--we're the adults. We have to go back to the party.
Take her now! Taste her. Smell her. She belongs to us. We need her.
This was not the first time ever that Diego wished he could give in to the wolf's desires. Everything was so simple to the wolf--you take what you want, and to hell with the consequences. Right at that moment, he'd willingly risk anything, to plunge himself into this willing woman--to give them both what they needed!
What started as a minor buzzing in his back pocket, got steadily more insistent, until even Saoirse noticed it, since her hands were moving down his back to caress his butt cheeks.
She drew back from the kiss with a massive effort, since she felt drugged by the passion that their heat had created together. "Shouldn't you answer that?"
"Um-hmm." He buried his face in the curls around her neck.
******
Best price now is at my publisher's site--
www.extasybooks.com/when-a-wolf-howls
