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Adrian Gentry and his two sisters are long thought dead by their family. Taken captive by a vampire when they were young, Adrian assumed that Adam was killed that day until he felt Adam dying. Badly hurt and malnourished, Adrian finally escapes, knowing it is only a matter of time before his master finds him missing and hunts him down.
When Natalie Cash finds a wounded wolf on her property, she tries to help him. Calling in the local vet to help proves unwise, but Natalie will do all she can to see the wolf nursed back to health.
As he heals, Adrian finds himself falling for his new owner and despite his dislike of the vet, he knows he needs the man’s help - he has a silver bullet embedded in his rump.
Stuck in his wolf form, how will he convince Natalie to have the bullet removed and how will she take it when she discovers the truth that he is not only a wolf but a werewolf — part wolf and part man? Will she be as free with her affections for him then or will she throw him out to fend for himself in a world he no longer understands?
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Maybe if she made it to the bedroom, she could lock the door?
Taking another step back into the hallway, she suddenly spun and ran.
The creature was on her in two steps and they crashed to the floor. He took the brunt of the impact then rolled her under him. While she struggled to fight him off, he was still, pinning her on her stomach with his weight. At her back, she could feel his erection again, threatening enough by itself, and yet he made no further move to molester her. She stilled and he remained still also.
“Get off me, Zeus,” she ordered quietly after a few moments.
“Name…” His voice trembled in her ear, soft and uncertain, as if it had not been used in a long time. “Not Zeus.” He took the liberty of licking her neck as he had done in bed earlier and she shivered from it, confused. It was the kiss of a lover’s tongue, languorous and sensual, and she squeezed her eyes closed, trying to resist it. In her ear, he murmured, “Adrian. My name… is Adrian.”
“Adrian,” she repeated.
“Yes.”
“Let me up.”
“Want.” He pressed his erection against her and groaned. “Need.”
“No,” she said. “Stop it now.”
He levered himself up enough to let her turn over and she did so, looking up at him with still frightened eyes for the beast, but it was no beast who loomed above her now, but a man, a very handsome man with long dark hair and dark brown eyes that were filled with such sadness, Natalie found herself wanting to hug him close.
“I’m dreaming, aren’t I?” she asked. It was the only explanation.
“No.”
“This can’t be happening. You can’t be real.”
“I’m real.”
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