DISARMING COWBOYS

Book 7 of the LONE WOLVES OF SHAY FALLS SERIES
June 8, 2016
Siren Publishing Menage Amour
Western | Erotic Romance | MMF
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About the LONE WOLVES series:

They are cowboys torn from their livelihood after a fateful bite changed their destinies forever. When their pack is disbanded by a new alpha, the lone wolves are forced to roam the woods of Shay Falls with no way to return to the ranch life they once knew. Each must find a male pack mate of their own—and a female mate to hold that bond together.


About DISARMING COWBOYS, the captivating conclusion of the series:



Rated PG-13 Excerpt:

DISORDERLY COWBOYS

Book 6 of the LONE WOLVES OF SHAY FALLS SERIES, a spinoff based on the bestselling HER FULL MOON COWBOYS
April 1, 2014
Siren Publishing Menage Amour
Western | Erotic | Scenes include MM, MF, and M/M/F action | Double Penetration | Anal Sex | Spanking 

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About the LONE WOLVES series:

They are cowboys torn from their livelihood after a fateful bite changed their destinies forever. When their pack is disbanded by a new alpha, the lone wolves are forced to roam the woods of Shay Falls with no way to return to the ranch life they once knew. Each must find a male pack mate of their own—and a female mate to hold that bond together.


About DISORDERLY COWBOYS:



 Zane and Jayson have found their mate in Lana, but first they must convince her they can help make her safe again. They believe claiming her will free her from the killer's obsession forever, but even if they’re right, Lana isn’t the only one with enemies. She is soon caught between her lovers, a huntress with a thirst for revenge, and power-hungry wolf brothers who are determined to add Jayson and Zane to their pack—at any cost.

Rated PG-13 Excerpt:

“Look, I really don’t need an escort,” Lana went on, rubbing absently at the hand he’d kissed.

Jayson eyed her. “You seem in a bigger hurry to get rid of us than you were to crash into me in the first place.”

She lifted her chin. “I’m just not sure I should be hanging around strange men.”

“We’re walkin’, not hangin’,” he said. “And we ain’t strange.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” Zane cut in from behind. “Especially not you.”

Lana turned her head in surprise. She wouldn’t have expected humor from him.

He gave her a brief, lopsided grin that sent a happy tingle down her spine. She spun back around to get out of targeting range, but it did little good. She could feel his presence keenly behind her, as urgent and alarming as a stalking predator. Which he was, of course. No one in their right mind would dare turn their back on that.

“Speak for yourself, Zany Boy,” Jayson said. “Or should I tell our lady friend here how you’re just a big old sheep in wolf’s clothin’?”

“Here, Jayson,” Zane said. Jayson turned just in time for her luggage to come hurtling into his midsection. “Why don’t you carry that for a while and stop hoggin’ our company to yourself?”

Jayson caught it with a small grunt. “Fair enough. No reason you should be the only one showin’ off your manly muscles.” Jayson heaved the bag onto his shoulder and gave Lana a wink.

“Don’t mind him,” Zane said as he came up on her other side, forcing Jayson to move back to avoid ploughing into a tree. “No one does. He’s always been too sure of himself for his own good.”

“Not always,” Jayson said from closer behind them than Zane had been. “Only when I’m fated for a sure thing. As you well know.”

The suggestive smolder in those words almost turned her head around on her shoulders. She flicked Zane a sidelong look and saw a simmer that warmed her cheeks. Another spot on her felt warm too, one that rarely registered. She thought of the way Zane had stroked Jayson’s hair and wondered whether she was mistaken about them. Maybe they didn’t think of her as an easy male opportunity. Maybe their hats stood up for a different team entirely. Or partly, at least. Jayson’s had certainly saluted her.

“So, how long you had the hots for wolves?” Jayson asked.

Lana turned and made a face. “I don’t have ‘the hots’ for them,” she said.

“Really.” His eyes were literally glittering with challenge.

A new prickle of sweat broke out on her brow. Hot for wolves, no. Cowboys and Indians were another matter entirely.

“I just like wolves a lot. I don’t know why.”

“Bet a nickel I do,” he said.

Zane cleared his throat loudly. “Are we headed for the rental cabins?”

“That’s right,” she said. “If you’ll just get me within visual range, I can take it from there.”

That would be best. She was tired of trying to figure out these two, including how much male interest was pointed at her from beneath their brass belt buckles.

“Don’t want us knowin’ where you live, eh?” Jayson asked.

She hadn’t had a chance to counter when he stopped abruptly. Zane seemed to notice the change in his partner’s mood a split second before it happened, and he turned to him.

“What is it?” Zane asked.

Jayson was frozen in place, his head tilted upward while he sniffed the air. “Shh,” he said. Then he sniffed again and set Lana’s bag slowly on the ground.

Lana tried inhaling as well, but she only smelled the same rich, earthy scent that had filled her nostrils since getting out of her car. “What’s wrong?” she asked in a whisper.

Now Jayson was acting truly weird, his piercing eyes scanning the area as he headed for the nearest tree and smelled it. Then he backtracked to the tree opposite and did the same.
“Jayson,” Zane said pointedly.

“It was here, right here,” he said, wandering around the other two in circles. “I caught the scent, but now it’s gone.” He bent to examine something on the ground and then stood up. “Help me, Zane.”

If she hadn’t already known their secret, this bizarre scene would raise all sorts of questions about their animal behavior. She caught a glimpse of something promising through the trees and decided the time had come to part ways.

“I’ll just go on ahead,” she said. “You guys finish sniffing around.”

Zane’s eyes flicked between her and Jayson, his face taut and clearly conflicted. Jayson, who moments before seemed determined to never leave Lana alone, no longer seemed to care she existed. She wasn’t sure whether to feel rebuffed or relieved.

“I ain’t gettin’ anythin’,” Zane said, but he set Sage’s carrier down.

“Trust me, I know that scent better than anyone,” Jayson said. Now he was turning circles in one spot. “Zane, come on. We have to pick it up again and track it. Now.”

With a heaving sigh, Zane began searching—and sniffing—in a different area. “It’ll be easier if we shift.”

The men shrank away before her eyes, and the black and gray wolves were busy sniffing the forest floor. All but forgotten, Lana just stood there a moment, staring with raised brows, while Sage loudly protested the reappearance of fangs and fur. Then she shook herself free and lunged for her bags, pulling up the telescoping handle and grabbing the carrier.

“Okay, then,” she muttered as she headed away. “Thanks for everything.”


Lana yanked the suitcase after her as fast as she could and half ran away, praying they wouldn’t suddenly change their minds and chase her down on all fours.

DISPLACED COWBOYS

Book 5 of the LONE WOLVES OF SHAY FALLS SERIES, a spinoff based on the bestselling HER FULL MOON COWBOYS
November 5 2012
Siren Publishing Menage Amour
Western | Erotic | M/M , M/M/F | Double Penetration | Anal Sex | Bondage/Spanking

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About the LONE WOLVES series:

They are cowboys torn from their livelihood after a fateful bite changed their destinies forever. When their pack is disbanded by a new alpha, the lone wolves are forced to roam the woods of Shay Falls with no way to return to the ranch life they once knew. Each must find a male pack mate of their own—and a female mate to hold that bond together.


About DISPLACED COWBOYS:


Terra is having a serious crisis of judgment. First, she inexplicably runs away from her 21st birthday party. Then, she not only picks up a cowboy hitchhiker, but rescues a second cowboy lying by the road after a strange wolf attack.


Suffering from a mysterious fever that has her experiencing all-new meanings of the word “hot,” she takes Connor and Nash to a motel room where she learns a shocking secret—her cowboy strangers are werewolves.

The hot strangers show her that the biggest freedom of all is in being bound, but moving into the future means dealing with the past. And when the trio's passion is threatened by a huntress set on revenge, Terra and her werewolf heroes must fight for survival in order to fulfill their desire to be bound.




Rated R Excerpt:



Connor strode down the sidewalk toward the end of the long, one-story row of motel rooms. Terra's eyes fell to the way his ass twitched with a hot swagger, and then she launched herself after him.

“Where are we going?”

“We have to hunt before Nash wakes up.” She sped up, and Connor shot her a sideways glance. “And when I say ‘we,’ I mean me.”

“Hunting? I don’t know how to hunt. Wouldn’t it be better if I stayed in the room? Nash might need something.”

“Oh, he’ll need somethin’, but he ain’t gettin’ it from you. You’re safer with me.”

“The man’s sleeping and hardly in any shape to try anything. Besides, you don’t even have any weapons.” Except for the extremely lethal one she’d groped beneath his belt.

“That nap Nash is takin’ won’t last much longer. He’ll wake when the night comes, and matters will be much worse than what you saw by the roadside.”

“You really have an issue with nighttime, don’t you? Are you afraid of the dark?”

They rounded the end of the building, and Connor strode with purpose toward the woods behind the motel.

“What happens at nightfall?” she persisted.

“Full moon.”

She crunched through rocks and dirt, half running to keep up with his long strides until he stopped suddenly just outside a line of pine trees. “So?”

He sighed. “If you insist on stayin’ here for this, you may as well understand right now what you’re dealin’ with.”

For the second time that day, Connor peeled his shirt over his head, and she felt the moisture in her mouth evaporate.

“Okay,” she said with more of a dry croak than she’d have liked. “What am I dealing with?” Besides a hormone invasion that could take down a high school gym.

He shot her a grim smile. “I’m not what you’d call your average cowboy. Nash is about to join the club. There’s no easy way to tell you this, Terra. I have to show you.”

Her thoughts toggled between pornographic and medical possibilities for what he was about to reveal. How bad could it be, really? True, he certainly couldn’t be accused of being “average.” Ruggedly movie-star beautiful, maybe. Bizarre and puzzling, definitely. But average? Hell, no.

She clutched herself around the middle. “So, hit me with it already. Give up your mystery.”

He eyed her. “One condition first. If you’re gonna run, do not run to the room.”

She snorted. “You may have noticed I don’t jump and run easy, either.”

“Yeah. I’m gettin’ that.” His eyes failed to reflect the humor she was trying to inject. “I’m serious, though. That’s not where you wanna be.”

An odd, faraway expression crossed his features. “You didn’t find me by accident, Terra. You’re special, too, in your own way. You were meant to be a part of this secret and to keep it. Don’t be scared of me. I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m not scared.” Which was probably one of the crazier admissions she’d made today.

Still, something in the way he said the words prompted her to step back and hug herself tighter around the middle. She could run, if it came to that. Maybe not as fast these days, but her car was close by, and the keys were in her pocket.

Connor’s eyes began to shimmer with that odd, golden flame again. She cocked her head and stared at the mesmerizing golden gleam, unable to drag her eyes away. A low growl came from his throat, and a strange aura came alive just around the sides of his face. It gave his skin a crawling, rippling appearance. Then, gray hair began sprouting on his face and body. His growl deepened as somehow, impossibly, his whole face began to droop. It looked like his jaw had come unhinged and was sliding down toward his chest. Her breath caught when he leaned forward, and with a gruff barking sound, his body began to shrink.

DISOBEDIENT COWBOYS By J. Rose Allister
Book 4 of the LONE WOLVES OF SHAY FALLS series, a spinoff from the bestseller HER FULL MOON COWBOYS
Siren Publishing Menage Amour
Rated Sextreme
Erotic | Paranormal (shifter) | M/M,M/F,M/M/F|
Double Penetration |Anal Sex
http://bookstrand.com/disobedient-cowboys


About the LONE WOLVES series:

They are cowboys torn from their livelihood after a fateful bite changed their destinies forever. When their pack is disbanded by a new alpha, the lone wolves are forced to roam the woods of Shay Falls with no way to return to the ranch life they once knew. Each must find a male pack mate of their own—and a female mate to hold that bond together.

About DISCARDED COWBOYS:



Rose is headed to her temporary nursing assignment when she swerves to avoid a wolf in the road and finds herself in the arms of a virile, naked man instead. She wakes up in the hospital with a concussion and her cowboy rescuer watching over her. Caleb is beyond gorgeous and stirs feelings she’s never known--until her equally magnificent doctor walks in and sends her vital signs soaring.

Stephen and Caleb lead very different lives, yet they share a secret. Both are werewolves who recognize in the other their destined mate, and they want Rose in the middle of their erotic pack bond. When their offer involves a deeper commitment than she’s willing to give, she is determined to flee. To win her, they must save her from more than her fear of surrender—old enemies have returned to Shay Falls in search of revenge.



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She felt his cock pulse and swell, and Caleb gave her a tight, knowing smile while Stephen emptied himself inside her. Hot fluid gushed from her slit, and her eye contact with Caleb deepened, intensified. The intimacy between them was palpable, even though he wasn’t allowed to touch her. Stephen’s orgasm shook her deeply, too, and with his release came a wave of potent gratification. Her body had completed his to such great satisfaction, a thought that stirred her hunger until she was ready to attack Caleb with or without Stephen’s permission.

The notion barely had time to circulate in her thoughts before Stephen pulled out of her and pushed her legs off Caleb’s thighs so she was straddling his hips instead. Her sensitive, wet clit brushed the erection that pulsed stiffly between Caleb’s legs, and she let out a gasp.

“I find her most definitely compatible,” Stephen said to Caleb in between hoarse, ragged breaths, and he lifted her bottom and reached between her legs to grasp Caleb’s hard cock. “And you were quite obedient.”
Stephen guided Caleb against her cunt, and he pushed her hips down a little until the head of his cock shoved inside. She cried out, and Stephen moved his hand so she could fit Caleb in completely. She sat straight down on that throbbing shaft, and their still-clasped hands gripped each other’s hard enough to hurt when she took him all the way into her body.

DISGRACED COWBOYS By J. Rose Allister
Book 3 of the LONE WOLVES OF SHAY FALLS series, a spinoff from the bestseller HER FULL MOON COWBOYS
Siren Publishing Menage Amour
Rated Sextreme
Erotic | Paranormal (shifter) | M/M,M/F,M/M/F|
Double Penetration |Anal Sex
http://bookstrand.com/disgraced-cowboys


About the LONE WOLVES series:

They are cowboys torn from their livelihood after a fateful bite changed their destinies forever. When their pack is disbanded by a new alpha, the lone wolves are forced to roam the woods of Shay Falls with no way to return to the ranch life they once knew. Each must find a male pack mate of their own—and a female mate to hold that bond together.

About DISCARDED COWBOYS:


As the newest headliner at Hot Pink, Brandi Lyn Cherry gets paid well to dance, though not enough to enjoy it. When sexy cowboy Marcus arrives, however, she’s hot and ready to give him her best private show. He doesn’t want to pay her to dance, though. He wants to pay her to stop.

His possessiveness is almost as intriguing as his other love interest, Seth—a cowboy who’s as sexy and male as Marcus himself. Their allure is unavoidable, and discovering both are werewolves from Shay Falls’ most infamous pack drags her into a world far darker and more erotic than the one she left behind. But when their alpha, Kade, comes for Brandi to exact a price on the wolves for disobeying his prime command, all three of them are in danger of losing far more than their secrets—and their hearts.


Excerpt:



Conversation ceased, and all the men looked at one another. The distant cry of a lone wolf pierced the silent pause, and four heads whipped around in alarm.

“It’s him,” Caleb said. “I’m leavin’. Best you all do the same.”

Brandi thought her befuddlement over the bizarre discussion couldn’t get any worse. When the man claiming he was about to leave peeled his T-shirt over his head and unzipped his pants, however, her confusion sharpened. What the hell was going on?

The man began to quiver with an odd vibration that didn’t quite seem explainable by the cool mountain air. While she stared in amazement, hair shot out over his body, and he hunched over unnaturally. Impossibly. With the pop of resettling joints, the man-shape contorted and dropped down on all fours. Within moments, a pile of clothing on the ground was all that remained of the cowboy. A grayish-brown wolf stood in his place.

She barely managed to stifle the gasp that followed but fell backward and hit the dirt square on her ass. The wolf’s head snapped around at the sound of the muffled thud, sniffing the air.

It saw her.

The wolf snarled and crept toward her, its head lowered and eyes glowing menacingly. Those eyes! They were lit by the same golden fire shared by all the men who were now sweeping the area behind the Dumpster.

“Shit,” the short one said. “Got ourselves a fuckin’ eavesdropper.”

“Oh, God,” she murmured, unable to get to her feet. The wolf was closing distance rapidly. She scooted back on her hands and ass, feeling pebbles dig painfully into her skin. Why had she come out here? So much for trusting her instincts.

“Leave her alone,” Marcus said with an authoritative air. The wolf paused but bared its fangs at her.

“But she saw,” the short man said, sneering at her almost as angrily as the wolf in front of her.

Marcus stepped forward until he was beside the animal. “It’s all right. She’s with me.”

He leaned down to offer her his hand, and after a moment, she took it.

“You mean she’s…” the squatter man started, trailing off when Seth shot him a warning look.

Marcus’s hand was blessedly warm, as was he when he drew her tightly beside him and turned to face the others. Nevertheless, a chill swept over her at what she’d just seen.

“Oh, Jesus,” she whispered, shaking harder.

Marcus must have felt her shiver, because he looked down at the skimpy bikini the other men—and a wolf—were all openly staring at and swore under his breath. He let go of her and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her eyes opened wide in question when he tugged it off to reveal a mouth-watering chest. He settled his shirt, which was toasty with his body heat, around her shoulders.

“Thanks,” she managed, holding the fabric closed in front of her. She was used to men staring at her, of course—that was what she got paid for. Still, these eyes were too damn unsettling.

“You okay?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Not even a little okay. What just happened?”

“Isn’t it obvious, darlin’?” His eyes were glowing brighter now than the moon overhead. “We’re werewolves.”

She would have laughed, if not for the animal three feet away. “Werewolves. As in ‘of London.’”

He made a face. “More like shape-shifters than shaggy men with bad teeth, but you get the idea.”

“‘We’ are?” She glanced around at their searing and oh-so-similar stares. “So that’s how you’re related. How do you even exist?”

“I hate to interrupt this touchin’ moment,” the short man said, “but we need to get the fuck up on out of here before Kade shows. But I have my concerns about leavin’ the filly here with our secret.”

“I told you, she’s with me,” Marcus shot back, and something about the way he said “with” shifted some glances back and forth. No doubt he was giving them all the wrong impression about their relationship. Still, she could give a shit what he claimed was between them, if that meant the wolf-things would leave her alone.

Meanwhile, Seth’s eyes were everywhere on her, and she kept tossing nervous glances at him. She had to admit he was damn handsome, though in a different way than Marcus. Why the gorgeous ones were always gay was beyond her understanding. Then again, the way he and Marcus looked at her was anything but platonic. Her head was beginning to hurt just trying to make sense of everything.

Without another word, the squat cowboy tugged off boots and shirt. She knew what was coming, tensed for it, but still gasped when his body began to ripple and contort. His wolf was a darker brown than Caleb’s, and not surprisingly, more compact. After one final look at her and each other, the two wolves picked up their cowboy hats with their teeth and sprinted away, disappearing into the line of trees along the edge of the alley.

That left her alone with Marcus and Seth, one of whom was rubbing a large hand along her arm while the other devoured every inch of her with a hungry yet oddly conflicted look. A man with that much restrained lust would be worth a hundred bucks inside the club, easy. Yet the glimmer of yellow in his eyes whispered to her that he wasn’t a man, not in the strictest sense. She was in the presence of supernatural beings. Creatures of night. And maybe he wasn’t lusting after her. Maybe he just hadn’t eaten yet.

DISCARDED COWBOYS By J. Rose Allister
Book 2 of the LONE WOLVES OF SHAY FALLS series, a spinoff from the bestseller HER FULL MOON COWBOYS
Siren Publishing Menage Amour
Rated Sextreme
Erotic | BDSM | M/M,M/F,M/M/F|
Double Penetration |Anal Sex |Toys
http://bookstrand.com/discarded-cowboys


About the LONE WOLVES series:

They are cowboys torn from their livelihood after a fateful bite changed their destinies forever. When their pack is disbanded by a new alpha, the lone wolves are forced to roam the woods of Shay Falls with no way to return to the ranch life they once knew. Each must find a male pack mate of their own—and a female mate to hold that bond together.

About DISCARDED COWBOYS:

When Talaitha helps capture two werewolves for her Gypsy clan’s traveling sideshow, she must also cage her untamed desire for the naked, erotic shifter cowboys who have declared her to be their mate. She knows that Romani could never mix with creatures of night, even if werewolves hadn’t been responsible for her mother’s untimely death.

Allowing herself to be drawn into Drew and Russell’s seductive struggle for dominance over one another, and their beautiful Gypsy as well, would mean certain retribution from her father, the shifter-hating clan leader who has secrets of his own. So when the werewolves’ plan for escape involves a kidnapping, Talaitha won’t be taken without a fight—and in order to truly claim her, her Western heroes will have to rescue her from the enemy she never knew she had.


ADULT ONLY Excerpt:


Drew gave her a lopsided, but no less dangerous, grin. “What do you say, beauty? Make up for lockin’ us in here by bringin’ your erotic scent closer. Let Russell stroke that silken skin while I make him come.”

Her heart skipped two beats at the fire in his eyes, but she curled her lip. “I would never be part of that. I won’t even watch you do such a sordid thing.”

“Oh, you’ll watch.” Drew let the hand closest to her wander over the curve of Russell’s ass, and something began to hum low in her pelvis. “You won’t be able to help yourself. You’ll stare while your mate gets claimed by his alpha—and wish to God you were on the other side of these bars.”

His hips pulled slowly away from Russell, and both men’s eyes fluttered. From where she was standing she couldn’t see Drew’s cock, but she knew it was rigid, like the one that was red and throbbing beneath Russell. He eased out of Russell’s hole, and a quick thrust shoved his hips back against Russell’s ass. His motions were hard enough for her to see Russell’s balls bouncing beneath him. Russell’s unrelenting gaze finally released her as Drew’s motions appeared to sweep him off to somewhere distant. Somewhere Talaitha could not go.

Drew was right about one thing. Despite the inner voice whispering for her to run away, she couldn’t stop watching. She was mesmerized by the sleek, glistening lines of their male bodies as they rocked in a passion she’d never before witnessed. Drew’s seduction and claiming of Russell thoroughly separated her from them while at the same time drawing her in. She couldn’t decide whether she felt shut out of their bond, or if she was an inexplicable part of it.

Drew’s thrusts grew harder and more desperate as his eyes squeezed shut and sweat trickled down his neck. He was beautiful. There was no doubt about that. So was Russell, his hair hanging long over the face contorted in what might have been misconstrued as pain if she didn’t know better.

“I ache for her,” Russell said in a gruff, throaty tone, challenging her opinion about his discomfort.

Drew shot her a smoldering glance. “Then buck this hot ass against me harder, and I’ll help you do somethin’ about it when I’m finished.”

Talaitha’s fingers dug into her palms as Russell began rocking back on his hands, slapping his rear against Drew’s hips. Drew threw his head back with a groan that pebbled gooseflesh on her arms. With one last thrust, he rammed his cock deep and let out a feral growl. His body shook visibly as he released himself inside Russell, who moaned in response with his eyes squeezed tight. Her feet finally began to shuffle forward, drawn to the call of their animal passion.

DISOWNED COWBOYS By J. Rose Allister
Book 1 of the LONE WOLVES OF SHAY FALLS series, a spinoff from the bestseller HER FULL MOON COWBOYS
Siren Publishing Menage Amour
Rated Sextreme
Erotic | BDSM | M/M,M/F,M/M/F|
Bondage | Double Penetration |Anal Sex |Orgy
http://bookstrand.com/disowned-cowboys


About the LONE WOLVES series:

They were cowboys torn from their livelihood after a fateful bite changed their destinies forever. When their pack is disbanded by a new alpha, the lone wolves are forced to roam the woods of Shay Falls with no way to return to the ranch life they once knew. Each must find a male pack mate of their own—and a female mate to hold that bond together.

Werewolves love fierce and forever—and their very control over the full moon can be influenced by indulging hot, raw passion. But between their secrets, hardships and a huntress with a mind for revenge, finding their way to romance and redemption may prove a rougher ride than wild nights spent taming full moon urges.


About DISOWNED COWBOYS:

When Aimee gets lost during a hike, she finds more than refuge in a dark cave—she finds a chained and naked cowboy who claims to know who she is. Dillon and his partner, Kyle, are werewolves determined to become her mates. Just one problem—she shows up for her appointment with fate while wearing another man’s engagement ring.

The wolves will shamelessly pursue her, using every seductive trick in a cowboy’s book to rope their mate. But even the combined desire of two insatiably virile werewolves may not be enough when Aimee’s boss-slash-fiancé and Kyle’s pack mates show up to challenge Dillon and Kyle’s right to claim the woman they have dreamed of—and to each other.


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“It’s comin’,” Dillon said. He was kneeling on all fours now. “I can feel it.”
“Fight it,” Kyle said. “You don’t want to change now.”

The other man rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like that’ll help. Why didn’t I think of that?”

Dillon was shivering now, and Aimee stared down at him with a curious frown. “What’s wrong? Thought you said you don’t get cold.”

Kyle took her by the upper arms, and a tickle flickered in her stomach. “There ain’t time for proper explanations,” he said. “You’re just gonna have to believe that you were meant to be here, and we’re not gonna let anythin’ happen to you.”

“Shit.” Dillon was on the ground now, heaving in and out.

“Why are you telling me this?” Aimee pulled away from Kyle’s grasp and stepped back with a wary glance at Dillon. “What’s wrong with him?”

“She’s fuckin’ engaged, Kyle.” The gaze Dillon leveled on her glowed with yellow fire, and she gasped aloud.

“Easy, now,” Kyle said, dropping beside Dillon to sit cross-legged on the cave floor. “Breathe with me, partner. You can do this. It’s just the low moon.”

Dillon sat up, but shook his head. “The waxin’ low moon. I can’t help it, Kyle. I keep thinkin’ about her marryin’ some jackass and, damn it.”

She scowled at him. “Hey! David’s not a jackass.”

The mention of his name brought a throaty growl in response. Kyle launched into some weird New Age-style deep breathing with his palms facing up on his knees. “Just try,” he said.

Dillon shut his eyes and whooshed out some forceful breaths while he continued to quiver. Aimee gripped her elbows in her hands while she watched the bizarre display. What was the big deal about her engagement ring? Maybe he’d recently had a bad breakup and it brought back memories.

She stepped forward. “I didn’t agree to marry the guy yet.” The words surprised her as soon as they were out. Why should she feel a need to explain? She didn’t owe them anything.

“But you’re wearin’ his ring.” The hint of accusation in the tone was clear. “You let another man put his ring on your finger.”

A stab of anger shot through her. “So what?” Her volume dialed up enough for the words to bounce off the cave walls. “It’s my life, and I can do what I want with it. Just who the hell are you to comment on whether I get married or not?”

“Who am I?” Dillon rose up on his knees, his eyes gleaming with something feral that set her teeth on edge. “I am your mate.”

Her jaw fell open, but her shock at the bold claim was quickly overridden by the odd ripples forming along the surface of his skin.