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Red Ridding Wood by Ana Star
On her way to her grandma's house, Red meets the Wolfman and engages in a friendly competition. What she doesn't know, is that the Wolfman has evil plans for both her and grandma. Will the Hunter brothers arrive in time to save the day?
Red Ridin' by Milena Gomez
Tomboy Priscilla, better known as Little Red, wants to break free. She's not so little anymore and she wants to experience pleasures unknown to her.
Matt Wolf wants one thing and one thing only. He wants Little Red in his bed and he knows how to get it, even though he'd failed to do so.
Jason Hunter knows that protecting Little Red is something he was born to do, even without Little Red's consent or her grandmother's endless plea to protect her, he would always do so. But when Little Red proves to have other plans for Wolf and him, things get complicated and Hunter cannot seem to say no to her advances.
One woman, two men. One hot tale of ridin' men.
Never Cry Wolf by Dakota Trace
Hunter Adolfine had a secret…a secret which had come dangerously close to being exposed during her last assignment with her hunky partner, Alexandre Wolff. While Alex was a rugged and sexy as they came, she was leery of starting a relationship with him. Despite all the smoldering looks he constantly sent her way, she was positive he'd never be able to handle the fact the object of his desire could change into a gray wolf at will – especially when his family had been hunting and killing shape-shifters for centuries.
She'd successfully kept him at arm-length until Elizabeth Redding, a young child and the heiress to Grandma’s Baked Delights is snatched right out from under their noses. Knowing she could shift and quickly pick up the trail in the vast Smokey Mountains had her ‘shifting’ without thought. The only problem is, even after they find the little girl, can a hunter and a wolf actually find love together or is one destined to die at the other's hand?
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Excerpt: Red Ridding Wood
Attentive to her surroundings, Red walked cautiously at first. As she got further into the forest, she fell upon a field of flowers and forgot all about the possible dangers she might encounter. With bright grey eyes and a wide grin, she ran into the field and let herself fall on her back. She inhaled the sweet fragrances of colorful tulips, dahlias, yellow daffodils and white daisies. There were other types of flowers she didn’t know the name but it was a rainbow of colors that she just couldn’t stop looking at. I should pick some for Grandma, she thought as she began to collect one of each color and sort.
Then she heard a faint sound of water, something splashing in the water. Intrigued, she got up and walked toward the noise. She crept behind the bushes and as she peered past them, what she saw made her blush instantly. Right there in the spring, two men were play fighting, naked. Oh my, that’s Anton and Ashen Hunter. What are they doing here? Red wondered, watching them wrestle each other. Their tanned skin glistened with water droplets and the sunlight shone on their wet, blond hair.
She blushed when she caught sight of their cocks. Large and long, they dangled around, limp. Her heartbeat accelerated and her breath deepened as she thought of having it inside her. To have their tight, muscled arms around her and to feel their warm, soft skin on top of hers made her lick her lips in delight. She had an urge to join them but remembered the wager she had agreed to. I better get going.
Just as she was about to leave, Anton wrapped his strong arms around her and said, “Well, well, well. Look what I caught, Ashen? Red, the peeping tom!” He lifted her up easily, like she was weightless, and carried her close to the spring.
“Put me down, Anton! Put me down!” she yelled, trying to wiggle out of his arms.
Anton’s restraint was too tight for her to escape. “Now that’s not very nice to spy on us, Red. How should we punish her, Ashen?”
Excerpt: Red Ridin'
Hold your hood, Prissy. Don't give in to his charms yet!Even if you two have plans.
Feeling her cheeks blush, she pulled her hand away and winked at him. "You never told me what's with all the questions, Wolf. If you see Hunter, please do what we discussed."
"Right now? That would be pretty random," Wolf admitted.
"Fine! I'll make you." Why do I always have to do all of the work? Priscilla got on the bike and started it up. She knew if Hunter was around he'd notice. Without removing her hoodie, she posed as if she was selling the darn thing, hoping to bring Hunter who sexually tormented her but never made his advances as openly as Wolf did.
As she turned the handle and the engine roared, she imagined Wolf in front of her riding the motorcycle while she sat between Hunter's legs. She leaned into Wolf's masculine, bared back as they left Woodlands. As the breeze would envelope them, their body heat would rise higher and more intense. With the vibrations of the motorcycle between her legs, Priscilla felt what could be a great experience for the three of them.
"Let's finally go ridin' Red, please baby take me, ride me," Wolf almost howled.
"What's it to you, Wolf?" She could tell his breathing had become ragged.
Wolf made a slight sexual gesture with his hips and hands that sent shivers through her, she couldn't help blushing. She giggled as another man approached them.
"Wolf, leave her alone," Jason Hunter intercepted. "Little Red, I think it’s time to cut the chit chat. Wolf and I still have a lot of work to do. You should leave. You know women are not allowed in our place of work."
Red turned off the engine, and got off the bike. Putting her hands over her breasts she became very upset at how Hunter reacted. He never did that before.
"I thought I was the only one allowed to come, Hunter. Are you changing the rules now and cutting me off?"
"Hello Hunter, Grandma sent you here to protect Little Red?" Wolf frowned, "She can stay."
Excerpt: Never Cry Wolf
When she finally opened her eyes, Hunter could hear muted voices. Turning her head, she realized she was in an unfamiliar bedroom. Sitting up slowly, she winced at the tell-tale tug of freshly knitted muscles in her side. Even though shifting from her wolf form back to her human form had healed her injuries, it had left her feeling like she’d been run over by a Mack truck. Tossing the covers off her legs, she moved to the edge of the bed then stood up. She stumbled for a moment before regaining her balance. It was a vague reminder of her run in with the dark sedan in the Perkin’s parking lot.
Moving cautiously into the bathroom, she sank down on the toilet and tried to stop the trembling of her legs. Not only was she sore from the werewolf bite plus being hit by the car, her wolf was busy reminding her that the full moon was only hours away.
Deciding to forgo the shower that would restore her to full health, easing her aching muscles, she assessed the window behind the toilet. It was small but with some squeezing she could possibly use it as an escape route. Her sensitive ears picked up the sound of a screen door opening and slamming before the rumble from a car’s starting and pulling away filled the evening air.
Reaching up, she flicked open the old style turn lock on the top of the window. Giving it a shove, she grunted when it resisted. Someone in the past had painted the damn thing shut. Even with her shifter strength it was going to take some serious tugging to get it open. Straddling the toilet and bending at the knees, she pushed off the floor with her legs. The window finally opened with an audible pop.
She was just pushing out the screen when an amused voice came from behind her.
“Going somewhere, teroso mio?”
She froze before glancing over her shoulder at him. Dre was there in the open doorway with his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door jam. She noticed while he was still wearing his jeans from earlier, he was now wearing a partially buttoned white short-sleeve shirt. She had to lick her lips as they went dry at the contrast of his olive colored skin and the stark whiteness from his shirt. She could see a smattering of dark curls on his chest as he shifted when he pushed away from the door.
“Ah, teroso mio, devouring me with those big eyes isn’t a wise idea.” The husky timber of his voice sent chills of awareness up her spine. “We need to talk first.”
Her eyes darted up to his face and she caught her breath as she realized he’d had seen her shift. Aw fuck! She spun around and made a dart for the window.
Just as she hopped on the closed toilet seat to hoist herself through the window, he spoke again. “Are you sure you want to do it this way, Hunter? I won’t be gentle.”
She paled. He was going to draw her death out? Like hell she was going to stick around for that. She dove through the open window. Tucking and rolling, she winced as the coarse shrubs and weeds bit at her tender skin. She glanced at herself and noted that diving through an open window in nothing more than her camisole and boy shorts wasn’t her smartest move. When a roar split the early evening air, she swallowed. Her wolf stretched then lunged within her loudly demanding that she make the man in the cabin prove his worthiness as a mate. She darted towards the thickly wooded area behind the cabin.