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  “Shh.” I muttered between feathered kissed along his jaw line. “Don’t want to wake everyone up.” Of course, that broke the spell. I maybe a werewolf who is super strong, has excellent hearing and night vision. But I am so clueless when it comes to romance, love, dating and men.

  The wolves, I can understand most of the time. Now. But at eighteen, I was fairly naive.

  Booker pulled back from me slightly. Like he just realized what he was doing. He was kissing one of his best friend’s little sister. He looked at me and started to open his mouth.

  “Don’t you dare.” I muttered back at him sternly. He started to smirk. “Ben.” I replied.

  “What? You don’t even know what I was going to do.”

  “You were going to apologize for kissing me. And if you do, I swear to Fenrir, that I will make sure absolutely everyone in all of New York, knows your real name!”

  “Swear to what?” He asked, frowning at me.

  “Fenrir.” I repeated back at him. “It’s a famous, werewolf. He was like, the uber beast, total savage.” I explained as he brushed my hair back over my shoulder.

  Later on, I would find out, that I was the first woman and the only werewolf, he’d kissed since he’d been attacked. He’d been too scared of what might happen with a girlfriend or a sexual partner to get involved with anyone, since being turned into a lycan. So he avoided the human females. And he wasn’t really ready to tackle the overtly sexual nature of the werewolf females in Brooklyn.

  We kept talking, me sitting in his lap, tequila bottle emptied. The night sky slowly lightened and we talked.

  He’d been attacked, his life forever changed because of the attack. I opened up and told him how I had been hunted, when I was fourteen years old, because I was born a werewolf. That attack on me, was when I’d first started to go through my shape shift to full grown werewolf. In a time when I was barely aware of who I was, I got hunted and tortured both in human form and werewolf form. I understood what Booker must carry with him, especially whenever he was around me. That’s when Booker realized we had a commonality to bond over.

  We fell asleep with me laying atop of him, in one of the sun chairs out the back of my house. His arms wrapped around me. The world outside of us, non-existent. Of course, that lasted for the briefest moment of time. We awoke with the familiar sense of trepidation and the realization of where we were – at my family home, the house of the Alpha whom Booker now looked up to, the same place his new best friend, my sister Bodil slept at. We practically flew apart at the sight of my little brother Joss looking down at us with curious silence.

  Things returned to normal after that. It was like a rude slap in the face for me. Like the intimacy of the night before, didn’t exist between us. I was just a kid to him. His friend’s kid sister, his Alpha’s youngest daughter. I think it’s thoughts like this which put distance between us again. Our interactions were limited to formal niceties.

  3

  It was on the next lunar week, that I’d come back to that intimacy with Booker again. We were both headed in to The Reflex, bypassing the queue, we stopped and looked at each other.

  “I thought you weren’t one for the clubs.”

  Booker shrugged his shoulders loosely. “Thought I should give ‘em go.”

  I nodded my head, silently disappointed. “So you going in?” Such an obvious question, considering the bouncer had been about to pull back the velvet rope to let me through.

  “Um, no, I was just um…I’m heading home.” It was the most pathetic of lies, anyone could have seen through what I was saying. Booker looked at the club entrance and back at me.

  “I’ll walk with you.” He said as we both suddenly bypassed the club and walked away. We started talking and laughing and eventually holding hands. It was a big step for Booker.

  “The thing about the attack is. I don’t remember it. It’s blocked. Every time I try to picture a face, I get nothing. I don’t even remember what the area we were found in looked like.”

  “So you don’t remember anything about your attack, at all?”

  “I remember the before stuff with Hooper, then there’s this gap and then there’s you.” He said stopping and turning to me. “I remember crisp cotton sheets, vanilla and fur. But that’s all sensory, not visual. It’s a weird thing to have in your head.”

  “What part of being a wolf isn’t weird?” I asked lightly with a half smile. He looked up the path from us at an unlit house we’d stopped out the front of. We’d unconsciously walked our way down to his house.

  “This is my place, do you want come in?” The invitation was formality, but not needed. We’d both settled back into our comfort zone with one another. Again, the night belonged to us and we, to each other. Two souls who were gently treading around one another, waiting for the other to make everything okay, again.

  Once the door was closed and we were safely inside and the world was shut out, it didn’t take long. We shared a snack, feeding each other, before Booker pulled me into his embrace.

  “I like feeling you this close to me.” He said before kissing me. It seemed to erupt a need inside both of us, a feeling we had been fighting to say wasn’t there.

  We had forever to discover this new feeling between us.

  So we savored skin, and flesh, touch and sound. Booker licked his way down my neck, till his teeth grazed my breast and pulled on my already straining nipple. My fingers raked down his back, marking him lightly, and turning him on fiercely.

  Booker’s fingers pushed inside of me and I moaned loudly, at the slick sound it created of feeling him there, centering me to him. I’d never made love to anyone and Booker hadn’t made love to anyone since he’d become a lycan. We were two wolves, engaging in the sensuality of escapism, of love. We engulfed ourselves in the passion of making love to one another.

  It was a heady night of desire, one that will never leave my memory. I wanted him and he wanted me. The cover of night, heightened by the sensations arousing us on a lunar week, were exhilarating and exciting and we both wanted more and more.

  In the light of day, things changed. Booker at night, was not Booker in the daytime.

  He felt more at ease, more himself at nightfall. In the daytime, there was too much to think about, too much reality. He wasn’t as at ease with himself or me, as he was when it was night time.

  So things returned to that semblance of being nice to one another, without association of obvious feeling. We both put on a display of casual denial, which we pretended we were both okay with.

  I don’t know if I figured we were going anywhere or if it’d work out. Considering he ran with my sister and her co-horts, I knew everyone seemed to regard me as some sort of precious commodity.

  I can honestly say I hadn’t been after more than what was on offer that night together. But if there had been more, I’m sure I would have queued up and waited for it.

  But I was never given that option. Booker never gave me the wrong impression. He wasn’t mean to me. He was just Booker, trying to live his new life, as a pack lycan, in Brooklyn.

  Four weeks later, Booker started hanging out in the night clubs.

  I hooked up with Conall Wakely.

  And that was the end of my hopeless little romance with Ben Parish.

  References made to being hunted can be found on blog posts

  The Hunter

  I am

  References made to lunar week can be found on blog posts

  Lunar week

  Best part of lunar week

  References made to Conall Wakely can be found on blog posts

  The thing with Conall

  Above all else

  Suck it up baby, suck it up!

  Werewolf storm – coming in 2013

  I guess you could say I was having the day from hell.

  Well, it didn’t exactly start out that way, and I may have caused a little of the trouble myself, when I managed to ditch the protective detail of werewolf bodyguards who were assigned to me. But beyond that, the rest of my day, was well and truly outside of my control. Which was a bit like my life as a Breukelen pack werewolf.

  Meeting shape shifting doctor, Megan Marisini from the Neiwe Teme Pack in New Jersey, New York, kind of blew my mind well and truly open. Nothing like discovery you’re not who you thought you were for your whole life, to change your day. That and say a super storm. I didn’t know about the warnings and couldn’t evacuate in time to before the storm hit and tilted my world on an axis I never saw coming.

  Alpha

  Bodil Sommers has never been one for attention, but as the lunar week approaches and the moon rises high in the night sky, she’s going to get a lot of it, from various werewolf males. Doesn’t help if you’re the leading pack alpha’s daughter and every werewolf in the tri-state area wants a piece of you. And not necessarily in a good way.

  Two of the males pursuing her are from her own pack and proving more than a enough to keep up with. Nick Olsen an alpha and Boden Jennings a beta werewolf who are always fighting one another. They’re supposed to be the better option, than giving herself over to another pack’s alpha male or having to win her right to date, through dominance fighting.

  But Bodil finds her paws full when neither male will back down and she can’t figure out what she wants, let alone who she wants, as well as having to stop an impending turf war with another werewolf pack, all before full moon. Who new dating was so complicated?

  New York, leave it to the wolves.

  Beasts of Burden

  A Side Show Story related to the full length novel The Nature of the Beast

  Bg Sommers is in Seattle to catch up with her good friend, and fellow beta werewolf, Sonny Charleston. As usual, a night out on the town wouldn’t be a night out if troub
le didn’t follow them and bring Bg more attention than she can handle. When the dangerous looking alpha werewolf, Paris D’arenberg sets his sights on her.

  Bg’s heart knows it’s in trouble, even before the end of the night. As thoughts of her relationship with her pack mate Conall Wakely back home fade, she realizes her heart is willing to be taken and not by just anyone.

  Returning home to Brooklyn after her mind opening weekend away, Bg comes face to face with all aspects and werewolves, of her love life. In order for her to find true happiness, she has to make some personal decisions about it and risk herself in the process.

  Is she a fearlessness werewolf to truly try and unburden the beast that is her werewolf heart? Conflicted she must conquer what her heart truly desires and understand that it is okay to seek love and to love fully.

  Wild Life

  Addison Harrington is used to leading a pretty wild life. After all, you don’t get to be a werewolf and be normal, as such. As an alpha werewolf and second in command of the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack, he’s very much used to living the werewolf way of life. He’s up to his neck in werewolves, daily, nightly and at all times.

  So when he finds himself face to face with Cassidy Owens, a non-werewolf female at a pack party, he becomes a little intrigued in the human species. Even if he is somewhat unsure of what to do, other than have some fun. But can he have fun with a human woman? His version of fun? After all, Addison’s never been one for human companions, or relations as such.

  As the lunar week approaches, Addison finds himself drawn to Cassidy. But his werewolf lifestyle could spell trouble, for the both of them. Before Addison can figure out how to break it off with Cassidy, she is dragged, kicking and screaming into the werewolf world at large. Addison finds he must save Cassidy as much as he must save himself by confronting his own feelings for a human. Feelings he thought he’d never have.

  Bleeding Hearts

  Not all Werewolf packs are equal, and not all werewolves are equal either. Doll and Jeremy are 'strays', werewolves without a pack. They witnessed the decimation of their pack by a pack of Alpha werewolves. After escaping their imprisonment, they find themselves far away on the other side of the country, the shores of the Pacific, amongst the Seattle Alki Pack.

  Can these two young strays overcome their fears of alpha wolves to forge a new life with new pack-mates?

  And when an old enemy reappears to claim them, will the trust in their new pack be stronger than their need to flee? Will the Seattle Alki help them fight for their very lives? Or leave them broken hearted, bloodied and torn apart, for the wolves?

  Werewolf Bites

  A short story collection of Werewolf erotica from various pack wolves:

  Doll and Luke are werewolves from the Seattle Alki who have try to sort out some relationship issues, through a bit of sexual game role playing.

  Lycan Booker Parish wants his human girlfriend, Torrens Vez over his knee to discipline her for wearing such a taunting mini skirt to work.

  Bodil Sommers finds gift giving, after a shopping spree to her pack mates, highly pleasurable.

  Jules Teehlan is an alpha werewolf from the Manhattan Maen and more than happy to do his bit for his pack when he is invitead to a party where sex is played with power.

  Addison Harrington finds his hands, mouth and body full when he attends a party of power and privilege on pack business.

  Lunar Night Stand

  A Side Show Story related to the full length novel The Pack.

  Gabby Colton is cool, calm and very collected, most of the time, she has to be, she’s an alpha werewolf from the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack. Which means living by expectations and pack rules and standards. But having Conall Wakely turn up unexpectedly on her doorstep during a lunar week, throws the alpha female. But then Gabby sees an opportunity worth taking.

  There is history between Conall and Gabby and it isn’t at all good. So what good could come from these two meeting up without anyone to pull them apart? Then again, Conall Wakely’s never been a model good guy. So why not indulge in his bad boy behavior? Besides, what’s the worst an alpha female werewolf could possibly do to him, other than break his balls?

  This is what happens when young Breukelen beta werewolf, Conall Wakely decides to pay a house visit to Manhattan Maen’s fiercest alpha female, Gabby Colton.

  The Pack

  On an irregular lunar week in Manhattan New York, odd things are happening. The Werewolves of New York City are acting up. And it seems everyone is affected, even Manhattan Maen pack leader, Paris D'arenberg.

  But does Paris see the chaos around him or is he used to it? His pack mate Bg tries to warn him that something is coming. But what would be brave enough to come for an alpha werewolf? Especially a pack leader like Paris. Or is Paris not the real target of these strange events? As the lunar week unfolds, Bg and the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack will have to face something unexpected and unprecedented happening to them. Which will require making the hardest decision of Bg's life. How can her love for Paris survive, if he doesn't?

  Revenge

  What happens to a werewolf on a lunar eclipse? Well, one werewolf in particular. The follow on from Reasons. Gabby and Bg sort out a few differences between them.

  Reasons

  Everything happens for a reason, right? And everybody's got their reasons for doing what they do, right? So explain to me, Breukelen Girl, why an Alpha female werewolf hates my guts enough to try and kill me.

  This is the story of what happens when two female werewolves, one Alpha - and one Beta - from differing packs, do not get along and animosity grows into hatred and hatred becomes, an action that in unavoidable. For either werewolf.

  Lycan La Vida Loca

  My love life is complicated. Because I'm a werewolf. I think it's always been complicated. In part due to my first serious romance. Because he's my alpha pack mate's friend. My pack mate doesn’t know this. To make matters trickier, my first true love is a lycan. Werewolves look down on lycans. So how would my pack mate look at me, if he knew I'd given my virginity to a lycan?

  Werewolves do not like to think of lycans as equals to them. So to fall in love with a lycan would be considered bad for a werewolf like Breukelen Girl. But to fall in love and then make love to a lycan, would be considered the worst thing a werewolf could do.

  Especially for a werewolf like Breukelen Girl, from the leading pack family in Brooklyn, New York.

  Of Wolf and Male

  My love life is complicated. Because I’m a Werewolf. I broke up with my boyfriend, he’s from the same pack as me. He doesn’t appreciate me going out with an Alpha male from another New York Pack. Males, wolves, I swear they’re all the same. They just want to claim something as they’re own. Namely me.