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J.K. Harper
Guardian Wolf (Black Mesa Wolves #1)
Guardian Wolf (Black Mesa Wolves #1)
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Alpha Wolf: Black Mesa Wolves #2, coming November 25, 2013!
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Guardian Wolf: Black Mesa Wolves #1
"The characters of Lily and Kieran are smoking hot and burn the pages with their passion.... If you enjoy shifter romances, then you are going to love Guardian Wolf." -Sizzling Hot Book Reviews
"What a great beginning to a new series.... It packs a wallop that I didn't see coming. I can't wait to sink my teeth into the next one." -Night Owl Reviews, 4.5 Top Pick
Being a Guardian for the Black Mesa Wolf Pack meant everything to Lily Bardou. Until the night she made a fatal mistake. Since then, she's kept her wild side tightly leashed, denying her responsibilities to both her pack and her own sensual needs.
Until Kieran Rendall stalks into her life.
Kieran's wanted Lily for two long years, and he's finally done waiting. Convinced she's part of his destiny, he's back in town with a plan: to help Lily let go of the past--and to unlock her caged passions.
A 14,000 word paranormal romance novella
EXCERPT:
With a single glance at the insanely hot cowboy leaning over the end of the bar, Lily knew to the ends of her toes he was trouble. The best, most devilishly creative sort of trouble.
“Good grief, Lils.” Her Packmate Sara sipped a third gin and tonic and eyed the cowboy with appreciation. “He's really gorgeous. I mean, really.”
Lily nodded, too rapt in her own appreciation to respond verbally. The cowboy was long. Strong. Dark hair, dark eyes, skin that whispered of the sun-drenched desert and a hard fitness. Deliberate intention coiled around him, fitting to his muscles and informing every graceful, unwasted motion he made, from signaling the barkeep to touching the brim of his black Stetson with his fingers. And what gorgeous, talented fingers they seemed. Lily bet they could play her up, down, and sideways, setting off little earthquakes she'd deliberately forgotten how to trigger. Mm... Her wolf reared up, eager for the heat of mating. The heat she had denied herself for way too long now.
Of course, right then the dark, sexy cowboy turned his head and looked directly at Lily. Molten gaze. Heated blood jangled through her nerves in time to the toe-tapping of the band's fiddler. The noise of the bar became a muted background as Lily stared back, the hunter in her refusing to give an inch. This interaction she recognized. He was a predator. Like her. And right now it was clear she was his intended prey.
Lily shivered. But not from the guilty fear that had gripped her for the past two years. Sudden desire tongued through her instead, curling down her spine and tickling deep inside. Realization shook her like that crazy thunderbolt she'd heard about and always laughed off. She wanted the wolf. For the first time in ages, she actually wanted to mate.
Sara's voice broke through the roaring. “Lily, we're wolves, for crying out loud. This is what we do. Hot, wild beasts.” Sara's lazy grin punctuated her words, and Lily found her own mouth start to turn up in a smile. “We get down, because we like it, and because we have to. If you don't mate soon, Lils, you'll start losing your mind. And that will not be good.”
Although the thought could still make Lily blush a little, she knew Sara was right. Wolves had to unleash their intense sexual energy or it could overwhelm all their reason. As her wolf already threatened to do, bit by longing bit. She knew it was time, her wolf knew it was time. Hell, her Pack knew it was time. She had to resume her Pack Guardian duties. Her alpha expected that from her.
Lily slipped her gaze over to the gorgeous man once more and sucked in a sharp breath.
He was staring directly at them. A raised eyebrow, a sardonic but bone-melting smile tugging his lips up...god. White heat zipped through her again and left her insides electric. Like the way she felt when she was on the prowl at night. The way she hadn't allowed herself to feel in these past two dead years. The scent of people crowding the bar, alive and lush with their needs and hopes, washed over her. And whispering through came the promise of a lusciously self-indulgent mating frenzy—if she allowed it...
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Guardian Wolf: Black Mesa Wolves #1
"The characters of Lily and Kieran are smoking hot and burn the pages with their passion.... If you enjoy shifter romances, then you are going to love Guardian Wolf." -Sizzling Hot Book Reviews
"What a great beginning to a new series.... It packs a wallop that I didn't see coming. I can't wait to sink my teeth into the next one." -Night Owl Reviews, 4.5 Top Pick
Being a Guardian for the Black Mesa Wolf Pack meant everything to Lily Bardou. Until the night she made a fatal mistake. Since then, she's kept her wild side tightly leashed, denying her responsibilities to both her pack and her own sensual needs.
Until Kieran Rendall stalks into her life.
Kieran's wanted Lily for two long years, and he's finally done waiting. Convinced she's part of his destiny, he's back in town with a plan: to help Lily let go of the past--and to unlock her caged passions.
A 14,000 word paranormal romance novella
EXCERPT:
With a single glance at the insanely hot cowboy leaning over the end of the bar, Lily knew to the ends of her toes he was trouble. The best, most devilishly creative sort of trouble.
“Good grief, Lils.” Her Packmate Sara sipped a third gin and tonic and eyed the cowboy with appreciation. “He's really gorgeous. I mean, really.”
Lily nodded, too rapt in her own appreciation to respond verbally. The cowboy was long. Strong. Dark hair, dark eyes, skin that whispered of the sun-drenched desert and a hard fitness. Deliberate intention coiled around him, fitting to his muscles and informing every graceful, unwasted motion he made, from signaling the barkeep to touching the brim of his black Stetson with his fingers. And what gorgeous, talented fingers they seemed. Lily bet they could play her up, down, and sideways, setting off little earthquakes she'd deliberately forgotten how to trigger. Mm... Her wolf reared up, eager for the heat of mating. The heat she had denied herself for way too long now.
Of course, right then the dark, sexy cowboy turned his head and looked directly at Lily. Molten gaze. Heated blood jangled through her nerves in time to the toe-tapping of the band's fiddler. The noise of the bar became a muted background as Lily stared back, the hunter in her refusing to give an inch. This interaction she recognized. He was a predator. Like her. And right now it was clear she was his intended prey.
Lily shivered. But not from the guilty fear that had gripped her for the past two years. Sudden desire tongued through her instead, curling down her spine and tickling deep inside. Realization shook her like that crazy thunderbolt she'd heard about and always laughed off. She wanted the wolf. For the first time in ages, she actually wanted to mate.
Sara's voice broke through the roaring. “Lily, we're wolves, for crying out loud. This is what we do. Hot, wild beasts.” Sara's lazy grin punctuated her words, and Lily found her own mouth start to turn up in a smile. “We get down, because we like it, and because we have to. If you don't mate soon, Lils, you'll start losing your mind. And that will not be good.”
Although the thought could still make Lily blush a little, she knew Sara was right. Wolves had to unleash their intense sexual energy or it could overwhelm all their reason. As her wolf already threatened to do, bit by longing bit. She knew it was time, her wolf knew it was time. Hell, her Pack knew it was time. She had to resume her Pack Guardian duties. Her alpha expected that from her.
Lily slipped her gaze over to the gorgeous man once more and sucked in a sharp breath.
He was staring directly at them. A raised eyebrow, a sardonic but bone-melting smile tugging his lips up...god. White heat zipped through her again and left her insides electric. Like the way she felt when she was on the prowl at night. The way she hadn't allowed herself to feel in these past two dead years. The scent of people crowding the bar, alive and lush with their needs and hopes, washed over her. And whispering through came the promise of a lusciously self-indulgent mating frenzy—if she allowed it...
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