GROWL
The Anthology includes:
In Legal Wolf’s Mate, taking on a pro bono murder case isn’t a problem for a lawyer who enjoys a challenge. Discovering his new client is his mate? A tad more complicated. Gavin has no intention of settling down, especially not with a woman accused of murder, but once he sets eyes on Megan, his fate is sealed. (Written by Eve Langlais)
In The Alpha’s Woman, Kira Radney is all delicious curves and strong will and has no desire to be a subservient mate. When a member of her father’s pack attempts to make her his mate by force, Kira has no choice but to flee. The last thing she wants is to submit to any male and their pack. But when her escape attempt leads her straight into the arms of an alpha wolf-a sexy, dangerous, protective alpha-Kira must fight against her need to be free, and her secret desire to be controlled… (Written by Kate Douglas)
In Feral Passions, what better place for an adventurous woman to explore her wild side than a luxurious resort in northern California’s beautiful Trinity Alps? Especially when that resort is run by sexy werewolves looking for mates-Feral Passions Resort, where fantasies come true. (Written by A.C. Arthur)
Blurb for LEGAL WOLF’S MATE ~ Eve’s story:
Taking on a pro bono murder case isn’t a problem for a lawyer who enjoys a challenge. Discovering his new client is his mate? A tad more complicated.
A single, swinging wolf, Gavin has no intention of settling down, especially not with a woman accused of murder, but once he sets eyes on Megan, his fate is sealed.
Poor Megan, accused of a crime she didn’t commit and facing a lifetime in jail. But the pending charges don’t worry her nearly as much as the ardent pursuit of the wolf in lawyer’s clothing.
A real wolf.
As in howl at the moon. Fur. Fangs. Claws. Oh, and a determination to make her his.
Forever.
Can she handle a lifetime with a man who turns furry once a month? And if she lets fate have its way, will she manage to live long enough to enjoy the pleasure that comes from being a Legal Wolf’s Mate?
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Snippets
1.
Opening the door a crack, Gavin glanced out and, at first, didn’t see anyone. His visitor blended that well. Head ducked, shoulders curved, the woman blended into the background.
When he cleared his throat, she immediately startled and raised her head. The biggest brown eyes framed in long, dark lashes met his. Met and snagged his gaze.
Punched him as well in an emotional sense.
She’s the one.
Like hell.
He stepped back and, as if afraid the devastating—unwanted—conviction would follow, slammed the door shut.
2.
“Are you always a gentleman?” she blurted out. She bit her lower lip a moment later at the implication he wasn’t. He wasn’t her family or a close friend that she could just speak her mind or, as her cousins complained, insult at every turn.
Instead of taking offence, he laughed, a low baritone that again set her nerves a tingling. “Most definitely not. Most would actually compare me to the wolf.”
“Because you’re wild?”
“Partially, but more because I’m a hunter. When I see what I want, I go after it.”
“And what do you want?”
As the elevator door closed, encasing them in a small space where she remained much too aware of him, he didn’t immediately reply, but he did stare down at her, an intense gaze that had her dropping her eyes to study the scuffed floor.
A finger tipped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Would you run like a scared rabbit if I said I wanted you?”
3.
Need thrummed through him. A primal urge to hunt his female down and claim her. Gavin understood some of the intensity of his emotions had to do with his base side, his wolf side. It wasn’t as if he was two beings in one body—man and wolf—and yet, at times, certain aspects of his wild side pushed for dominance. Such as now, when a part of him thought he should return to Megan, knock on her door—kick it down if she doesn’t answer—sweep her into his arms, and seduce her until she clawed his back and cried his name.
Excerpt
“Absolutely not.” Funny how Gavin kept repeating it, and yet Broderick continued to pester.
“Come on, dude. Do this one favor for me.”
“One? Don’t you owe me like a dozen at this point?” And yeah, he kept track. A practical man, Gavin fully planned to call them in one day.
“All I’m asking is that you talk with the girl. Once you meet her, you’ll agree with me. She’s innocent, and if someone doesn’t step in and do something to help her, they’re going to throw her ass in jail and toss away the key.”
“As I recall, you said the same thing about Simon, your lawn guy.”
“So I misjudged in his case. How was I to know he was an ex biker with a brother in jail for murder? He seemed like such a nice guy.” Gavin could practically see his friend squirm at the reminder. “This time, though, I’m telling you, the girl is innocent and could use someone on her side.”
“My answer is still no.”
“But I haven’t mentioned the best part. I’m pretty sure she’s being framed by Fabian Garoux.”
The juicy tidbit dangled before him, surefire bait to pique his interest. At the mention of Fabian, Gavin stopped drumming his fingers and swung his chair away from his lofty view of the city—the advantage of a penthouse office suite. Expensive but worth every damn penny.
“What the hell does Fabian have to do with this?”
“Did I forget to mention that the man this woman supposedly murdered was his enemy?”
As were lots of other people. Fabian didn’t have many close friends, probably because he was a prime example of an asshat. “Have you stopped to consider that maybe she was hired to do the hit?” While not exactly common, women were just as capable of assassination as a man. He remembered a pair of twins in bikinis he once crossed paths with whose victims often died with a smile. A smart man, who intended to live ripe into his old age, he steered clear of the invitation to celebrate their acquittal. Winning didn’t make his clients innocent. He was just that good.
“No way was she hired. My gut says she’s telling the truth about being framed.”
“Your gut also keeps dragging you back to that Mexican place, even though you have to chew antacids like a candy-stricken addict for days afterward.”
Broderick groaned. “Such pleasurable pain. And stop changing the subject. Talk to her. Hear what she has to say. If you don’t believe her, then no harm. She keeps her public defender and goes to jail. But if you believe her…”
Then Gavin would take on the case pro bono just for a chance to screw with the dirtiest dog around. Fabian Garoux, biggest crime lord in the city. Slippery bastard with too many bodyguards, always a ready alibi, and the wolfsbane of Gavin’s existence. Also known as his creator—and the alpha he refused to roll over for.
“Fine. I give up against your expert nagging. I’ll see her. What jail are they holding her in?”
“Funny thing you should ask. Someone posted her bail. Anonymously. A hefty half-million dollars. Know anyone with cash like that?”
That piece of dangling steak just got bigger. Fabian had that kind of money. The thought of tying him to a serious crime practically made him wag his ass in delight. Good thing it remained planted in his chair. Wolves could get away with shaking their tail. Grown men in suits? Not so much.
“That is some serious dough.” But chump change for Fabian. “Get her to set an appointment with my secretary.”
“No need to delay. She’s already there.”
“What do you mean she’s there?”
“I mean there, as in sitting in your reception area. I dropped her off at your office just before I called.”
And Gavin never knew of his visitor because his secretary had left to fetch them both lunch.
As Broderick hung up, mid chuckle, Gavin grumbled under his breath. “No good, meddling feline, always trying to help every bloody stray that comes his way.”
A less nice guy would have eaten the furball. However, Gavin counted Broderick as one of his closest friends, and had since his change. It was Broderick who calmed Gavin down the first time he morphed into a wolf at the insistent brilliance of a full moon.
Suffering from a full-blown panic attack, first from the pain of shapeshifting then dealing with the horror of the knowledge he’d chased down a rabbit and eaten it raw—which still made him want to heave—Broderick was the one who’d found him and offered him a towel to gird his loins when he awoke the next morning, naked on the forest floor. Pine needles, for the curious, did not make the best of cushions, unless attempting a homeopathic version of acupuncture.
Back to Broderick, though. If his bud wanted something, then Gavin would provide it. He always did. Why did it prove so hard to hate the good guy? Dammit I keep trying. And failing. Stupid best bud. I gotta remember to chase his mangy butt up a tree the next full moon. Watching him climb down bare assed the next day always gave Gavin a good chuckle.
Fabian Garoux, on the other hand, wouldn’t get the same courtesy. This was one instance where he was kind of glad Broderick had involved him. Anything to do with Fabian was of interest to Gavin. Especially anything that might allow him to punish the arrogant jerk through legal means.
Standing, Gavin stretched to his full height of six feet three before heading to his door, a thick, double-hung, steel-framed, and insulted vault of a portal, which he’d had installed when remodeling the office. A safe place to change if caught unexpectedly downtown during a forced moon shift. While werewolves in London might run rampant, werewolves in New York City got shot at. For those who wondered, silver or metal bullets hurt, and could kill, while buckshot was a literal pain in the ass to remove.
Opening the door a crack, Gavin glanced out and, at first, didn’t see anyone. His visitor blended that well. Head ducked, shoulders curved, the woman blended into the background.
When he cleared his throat, she immediately startled and raised her head. The biggest brown eyes framed in long, dark lashes met his. Met and snagged his gaze.
Punched him as well in an emotional sense.
She’s the one.
Like hell.
He stepped back and, as if afraid the devastating—unwanted—conviction would follow, slammed the door shut.
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