Summer's Caress (Wolf's Heritage, Book Two)
By: Tielle St. Clare | Other books by Tielle St. Clare
Published By: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: Aug 22, 2007
ISBN # 9781419912269
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Summer's Caress (Wolf's Heritage, Book Two) (Wolf's Heritage) by Tielle St. Clare - Romance>Paranormal/HorrorBook 2 in the Wolf’s Heritage series.
When Rebecca goes to her friend's cabin, all she wants is a few days away. She isn't expecting to be attacked by a rogue werewolf intent on building his own pack or to suddenly find herself turned on, hot and craving sex — all the time. Thankfully Deacon, the hunky human doctor who treats her, is more than willing to help her counteract the sexual impact of the werewolf's bite.
And then there's Trey — seductive and tempting Guardian for Rebecca's new "Pack". He's trying to find out who attacked her, if only he could keep his mind — and hands — off his sexy new packmate. He doesn't even mind sharing her with the human. At least for now.
But there's trouble for the threesome because the rogue werewolf isn't done yet.
Reader Advisory: Contains some scenes of male/male sexual content and a scene of male/male near-rape.
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An Excerpt From: SUMMER’S CARESS
Copyright © TIELLE ST. CLARE, 2006
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Rebecca grabbed the steering wheel, silently slapping herself for not calling ahead. How mortifying.
Hi, I know I wasn’t invited, but can I crash your party?
Lightning crashed again and Rebecca shivered. The night was warm but the air in her car was blowing cold. The light shirt and shorts she’d put on to fight the summer heat suddenly weren’t enough coverage.
Well, there was nothing to be done. She couldn’t drive back. If nothing else, she needed to use the bathroom.
With a sigh, she opened her door and stepped out. She’d forgotten an umbrella so she was just going to have to run for it. Her feet landed in a puddle that reached over the soles of her tennis shoes.
She slammed the car door and ran across the gravel driveway, the pounding rain instantly drenching her. She stopped on the front step and knocked. Stepping back, she stared at the wild sky. Dark except where sparks of lightning illuminated it.
The door behind her popped open. She spun around and gasped. Trey. Looking gorgeous, and more arrogant than before. He smiled. The movement changed his face—making it more sneering than sexy. He barely glanced at her face. His eyes dropped down to her body, and stayed latched onto her chest. The smile turned into a leer and she realized the rain had turned her white t-shirt into a sheer, soaking wet glove that clung to her breasts. She shifted beneath the lecherous stare but he didn’t react.
How disappointing, she thought.
“Nice,” he said and the voice startled her. That wasn’t Trey’s voice. She blinked and looked again. He looked like Trey, enough to be his twin, but it wasn’t the same guy. The hair was a little more yellow and those bright blue eyes had to come from colored contacts. He raked his gaze down her body while he licked his lips. “Mikhel didn’t tell me he was providing snacks.”
Rebecca crushed her lips together and resisted the urge to cross her arms over her breasts. She wasn’t going to let this man think he’d managed to intimidate her.