Big Bad Wolf
Graham Winters is a werewolf with a problem. His idiot cousin Curtis wants to take over as Alpha of the Silverback Clan because of an archaic Lupine tradition that says an unmated Lupine can't lead a pack. So what is Graham supposed to do? Pull a mate out of his hat? Where else will he find the perfect woman for him in time to thwart Curtis’s plans?
As it turns out, the answer is right under his nose.
Six months of unrequited lust for a playboy werewolf have gotten Missy Roper no closer to fulfilling her fantasy of becoming the love of Graham Winters’s life. But when her four best friends decide to dress her up for a blind date the night of Reggie and Misha’s engagement party, everything changes. Suddenly Graham is declaring his undying lust, the members of his pack are calling her Luna, and his cousin and rival are trying to kill her. Clearly, a little adventure can go a long way.
Now the question is whether Missy is willing to risk her heart and her life for a chance at finding out whether werewolves really do mate for life...
+ “The fantasy fix-ups continue as the next of Warren's five friends has an encounter of the very sensuous kind. Warren's world of the Others continues to be a sizzling and sexy place. Talk about your accelerated courtships — once this alpha sets his sights on Missy, the chase is on!”
— Jill M. Smith, RT BOOKReviews awarding Big Bad Wolf 4 Stars!
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+ “Another hot and spicy novel from a master of paranormal romance.”
— Karla of Night Owl Romance awarding Big Bad Wolf 4 Stars!
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+ “Ms. Warren gives readers action and danger around each turn, sizzling romance, and humor to lighten each scene. Big Bad Wolf is a must read.”
— Darque Reviews
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Graham saw the object of his unexpected lust spin around and race toward him as if the fires of hell licked at her heels. Clearly, he must have done something very good to earn this kind of reward. He couldn’t think what it might be, but he didn’t care. When Miss Sexy Ass flung herself headlong into his arms, he offered up a quick prayer of thanks and decided to worry about the particulars later.
He initially wrapped his arms around her to keep her from falling, but he pressed her closer and held on for a slightly less noble cause. She smelled amazing—sweet, and rich and edible—and she felt luscious pressed up against him, all soft and warm and deliciously rounded. The breasts flattened against his shirt, were surprisingly delicate compared to the generous rear he’d already drooled over, but their nipples beaded on contact, nudging his chest, and he reminded himself that size didn’t really matter. Not when he compared it to the importance of her killer ass, her mouthwatering scent, and the soft curve of her belly, which was currently pressed tight against his very appreciative groin. For all that, he could forgo the pleasures of a huge pair of tits and still consider himself a very lucky man.
He took a deep breath and felt the fit of his trousers tighten. God, no woman’s scent had ever gone to his head like this. He appreciated a female’s fragrance as much as the next Lupine, but normally, human women couldn’t grab his attention with a pair of pliers. They tended to smell like artificial chemicals and sterile soaps to his kind. Even when it wasn’t offensive, it wasn’t exactly compelling either. But this woman had him panting with nothing more than her luscious scent and her equally luscious curves.
“Well, well, well,” he murmured, and he could hear the lust vibrating in his tone. He hoped she wouldn’t be intimidated by it, because he doubted there was any way on earth he could have concealed it. “Where do you think you’re going in such a hurry, gorgeous? I was hoping you might decide to stay awhile. With me.”
He watched her head jerk up at his words and found himself looking into a pair of meltingly brown eyes the size and shape of china saucers. A man would have to be very careful not to get sucked down by the undertow he saw in those things. He ignored the vague sense of recognition he felt when he looked at her, because he felt certain they’d never met before. Graham was not the sort of man who forgot a figure like this woman sported. He’d been bored, not blind, but if he had his way, this woman would be relieving that boredom. At least for the night.
He smiled his most seductive smile, the one that made women melt and pant and compare him to a fallen angel, and loosened his grip enough to lean back. He looked down at her and patiently waited for her to respond to his pass. When she did respond, though, it wasn’t precisely what he’d expected.
“Um, excuse me,” she muttered, tearing her chocolaty gaze from his, ducking beneath his unsuspecting arms and darting behind him to let herself out the French doors.
“What the hell?” He scowled. No woman had ever turned down that kind of invitation from him.
Beside him, Logan laughed. “Never thought I’d see the day.” The other Lupine grinned. “The amazing Graham just struck out with a woman. And a human woman at that.”
Graham scowled, both at Logan’s taunting words and at the reminder that he’d gotten all tied up in knots over a woman from another species, no matter how good she smelled. What the hell was wrong with him?
He wasted about half a millisecond wondering about it before his instincts kicked him in the ass. He didn’t care if this woman was from another planet. He still wanted inside her. Badly.
Shooting Logan a sharp glare, he caught the door before it could swing closed behind Miss No-Time-to-Chat.
“That was only the first pitch,” he said. “Next one goes over the fence.”
Ignoring his friend’s snort, he disappeared through the doors and into the night, intent on pursuit and capture.
Hello, Twilight Zone, it looks like I’ve come to visit, Missy thought even as she jerked herself out of the arms of the man of her dreams and darted outside. She wondered if she had conjured the encounter just by fantasizing about him earlier. That was the sort of storyline the Zoners really went for, right? And since she’d just finished reminding herself how entirely uninterested Graham had been in her before fifteen seconds ago, an alternate reality made the most sense of any explanation she could think of. Either that, or she’d dreamed up the whole thing. Now, thatexplanation had logic and all sorts of other sensible possibilities going for it.
Jogging across the living room with lights blazing and civilized, carpet-covered hardwood had been tough enough in her strappy, three-inch heels, but Missy quickly found jogging across the pitch-black patio to be impossible. Reggie and Dmitri must have assumed no one would want to go outside on this unseasonably cold spring night, because they hadn’t left a single outside light burning. That might be fine for the other guests, but for Missy it threatened to break her ankles.
She stumbled to a halt on the uneven brick and debated kicking off her shoes and running barefoot. Then she noticed the cold of the masonry seeping up through the thin soles of her sandals and discarded the idea. All her friends wore heels as well, so the going wouldn’t be any faster for them. If luck stayed with her, she might still be able to out-hobble them.
She peered into the darkness around her and blinked, trying to force her eyes to adjust to the dim light. The high, garden walls blocked most of the streetlights, and since the moon was barely a new crescent in the sky, she couldn’t rely on its pale light to illuminate her path. The day anyone could see stars in the night sky over New York City would be the day after it sank into the mouth of the Hudson.
Wishing for the enormous purse she usually carried, complete with a flashlight for just this sort of emergency, Missy cursed the tiny clutch that had been provided to go with the slinky, black dress and began to pick her way slowly toward the courtyard gate and the street beyond. If she could just get a cab before her friends caught up with her, she could be back in her apartment and swathed in flannel PJs inside twenty minutes. Add a cup of cocoa laced with Bailey’s, and she might once again resemble a happy camper.
The hand that clamped around her upper arm and dragged her to a halt dashed her hopes of happiness, and startled her so badly, she squealed. Not screamed, not shrieked. Squealed, like one of her girlish students confronted with an inquisitive gerbil. Embarrassed, she spun around to face her pursuer and found herself looking up into Graham Winter’s too-handsome face.
Oh, Lordy, she thought, swallowing hard past the knot in her throat. I have just entered the Twilight Zone. Why else would he keep looking at me like that? Unless I died of embarrassment from wearing that dress and this is my eternal reward…
Now that would be a heaven worth dying for, she decided, even while her logical mind told her to get a grip and find out what he really wanted, because as much time as she had spent noticing the mouthwatering Lupine over the past six weeks, she felt positive he’d never even realized she existed. When he paid any attention to Reggie’s friends at all, it usually consisted of circumspectly ogling Ava or casually bantering with Danice. He’d never bothered to give Missy a first—let alone a second—glance, so why was he now looking at her like a particularly juicy soup bone?
“Um, hi,” she ventured when he failed to say a word. “Did you want something?”
She saw a flash in his sexy, green-gold eyes and realized she shouldn’t have been able to see much of anything in the dark. Were his eyes glowing?
She tried to back up a step, but he held her firmly. She cleared her throat. “It’s very nice to see you again, Graham, but I was just leaving. Maybe I’ll see you around some other time. Buh-bye.”
She twisted halfway toward freedom before his hand on her arm stopped her. Looking back at him, she saw his mouth turn down in a scowl.
“When have I seen you before?” he demanded, his tone of voice less than happy.
Now that was proof positive about how little attention Graham had ever paid to her. She’d been Reggie’s maid of honor, and he’d been Dmitri’s best man. They’d walked down the stinking aisle together, and he couldn’t even remember where he’d seen her before?
Miffed, and more than a little hurt, she tugged at her arm and scowled back at him. “Around. I’m a friend of Reggie’s.”
“Where are you going?”
She gave up trying to yank her arm away and began trying to pry his fingers off of her one by one. They stayed stubbornly motionless. “I was going home,” she grumped, “until you decided to go all Conan the Barbarian on me.”
“Why were you in such a hurry? You ran right past me.”
“Actually, I ran right into you, but that’s neither here nor there,” she said, looking around as if she could wish a crowbar into appearing close by. Nothing else seemed capable of breaking his grip. “Like I said, I need to get home. There are some people here I’d rather not see, if you must know.”
Impossible as it seemed, his scowl deepened. “A man people?”
She started to shake her head then caught herself. No need to appear quite as pathetic as she really was. “What business is it of yours?”
He responded to her defiance by tugging her body closer and breathing in as if he were trying to inhale her, ridiculous heels and all. He planted his other hand on her behind, pressing her hips against him until she could feel the thick, shocking length of his erection prodding her through layers of cloth.
“I’d like to make it my business,” he growled, and oh my God, was his hand kneading her ass? “I’d like to make everything about you my business. That means I want to know if I have to get rid of some moron before I can start convincing you to… spend some time with me.”
Missy reeled at his answer. Of all the things he might have said to her, she couldn’t imagine one that would shock her more. The man who had been so unimpressed with her for six weeks that he couldn’t remember who she was, was now telling her he was willing to go through a potential rival in order to have her all to himself? Okay, where was Rod Serling?
She stiffened, because for a split second, it occurred to her that maybe Graham was supposed to be her fix. She’d certainly fantasized about him enough lately, but the fantasy her friends had drawn for her third round had been about an intellectual type and playing doctor. Missy could no more picture Graham playing a detached medical professional than she could picture herself playing a whip-wielding dominatrix. Some things just exceeded the limits of her imagination.
There was no way Graham could be her fix, so why had he suddenly decided he wanted the woman he’d never bothered to notice? Maybe this wasn’t the Twilight Zone; maybe she was on Candid Camera. She was about to look for a live TV audience when she heard the door from the living room open and the sound of a woman’s high-heeled shoes tapping against the brick. Suddenly it didn’t matter why Graham wanted to take her away from the party, just as long as he did. Now.
She stopped struggling to get away and instead let him press her up against his groin until she swore she could vouch for the fact that he’d been circumcised.
“No moron,” she reassured him, struggling valiantly not to melt and run all over him like warm hollandaise sauce. If she could just get him to smuggle her away from the house before Ava found her, she could explain later about where they’d met before and why he couldn’t really be interested in her. “No man at all. You know, it is too bad that we’ve never gotten a chance to get to know each other, isn’t it? Since you brought it up, why don’t we get out of here and really take the opportunity to get acquainted?”
Knowing she only had one chance to get him to rescue her before her friends reached them, she bit the bullet, took a deep breath and slid her hand down his chest, over his taut abs and down over the bulge beneath his fly until he went absolutely still and tense before her. “What do you say?”
He didn’t say anything. He scooped her up in his brawny arms, tossed her over his shoulder and sprinted for the patio gate. Two minutes later they were three blocks away and still flying, and Missy was trying to figure out how to explain to the werewolf she’d just teased that she really didn’t intend to sleep with him.