I was thrilled to be invited to write
about wolves for the Black Hills Wolves series. If I met one in the wild, I
probably wouldn’t be afraid because I’ve had wolfish looking dogs all my life.
So why has literature made out wolves to be so scary? The “big bad wolf” seems
to be part of our culture. I read a
story once about a person lost in the frozen wilderness, close to dying from
hypothermia. He feared the wolf that approached him but ended up clinging to
it. The warmth of the fur saved his life. Ogden, my hero, in Alpha in Disguise
is also a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I think romance readers like wolf shifters
because they’re both fuzzy AND fierce.
Alpha in Disguise by Afton Locke
Unleash the alpha!
Release Date: 6 March 2015
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Blurb
When her
mother is shot by a rancher, Lara Wolfe becomes the last Dominant of
Yellowstone’s Lamar Canyon pack. Her mother’s dying wish sends her to South
Dakota’s Black Hills to find her mate, but Lara would rather continue her
mission—saving her pack.
When Ogden
Woods, lumber supplier for the Tao pack, offers the newcomer a place to stay,
an explosive attraction reveals they’re mates. Afraid of unleashing his inner
Dominant and a secret that could get him exiled, he’ll do anything to avoid
mating.
Although
he begs Lara to stay in Los Lobos where she’ll be safe, she can’t turn her back
on her pack. As her mate, Ogden is bound to protect her, but following her
means risking his home and his very life. Are they willing to pay the price?
Excerpt (explicit)
“Ogden, I
came to say good-bye.”
“Damn.” His
tanned face turned pale. “Let’s go inside and discuss it.”
Realizing he
was fighting to keep his mate, her heart fluttered in her chest. They stepped
into his office and closed the door. The room had his stamp all over it.
Bits of
wood, tools, dusty papers, and rags littered the worktable, and the air smelled
woody and masculine.
But he
didn’t seem to have conversation on his mind. Instead, his strong arms slipped
around her.
“Don’t go,”
he whispered in her hair.
His woodsy
scent, mixed with his lust, made her dizzy. Her fingers dug into the back of
his coarse cotton shirt. Against her will, her nails clawed the fabric, pulling
it out of his jeans. They eyed each other, two predators circling a kill.
“Convince
me,” she whispered.
In reply,
his mouth surged against hers, the force knocking her back against his file cabinets.
His tongue breached her mouth, claiming her so fast her breath faltered. While
she tangled her fingers in his tousled chestnut hair, broad hands squeezed her
breasts, bringing her nipples to rock-hard points. With her heart thundering in
her ears, she unbuttoned her shirt before he could rip the buttons off this
one, too.
Panting
hard, he paused to ask, “When can you conceive?”
“D-during
the full moon,” she replied, struggling for her own breath. “It’s safe now.”
He jerked
down the zipper of her jeans and spun her around. “Then hang on!”
As she bent
over and grabbed the two nearest metal handles, her swollen breasts tumbled out
of her bra. Hot moisture flooded her core. No matter how many penises she
allowed inside her, for whatever reasons, she vowed she would only remember his.
“Just this
once,” she gasped as he tugged down her jeans. “I can’t stay.”
“It doesn’t
work that way,” he ground out as he grabbed her hips, keeping her immobile.
“You’re my mate, and you’re going to stay here where you belong.”
The slippery
head of his cock brushed her buttocks, scorching her sensitive skin before he
plunged it home. He filled her cunt with the force of a sledgehammer, making
her cry out. Any doubts she had about the man being a Dominant evaporated.
“You’re no
Omega, Ogden Woods.” Her voice cracked as he pulled out and plunged back in.
“You’re a Dominant in an Omega’s clothing. Why?”
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