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Snowdonia Wolves Book One
An icy road, a wounded wolf, and a haunting lover she only meets in her dreams all weave together to thaw Lillian’s frozen heart. Can she learn to trust again?
Love can heal all wounds…
Pop star Lillian Hart is determined never to trust another man. She has no idea that the wolf at her door is anything other than a wounded dog, much less the Alpha of the Snowdonia Wolf pack. There’s something about the wild creature that pulls at her. Then a man with her wolf’s eyes starts to invade her dreams, and reality and fantasy merge in a way that has her hoping, against all odds, for dreams to come true.
Lillian may have sworn off men, but Jake’s not just any man, he’s a shifter, and he’s about to shift Lillian’s world to make room for him. He vows to claim her as his Mate, and when Jake makes a vow, he keeps it. But Lillian wants to take it slow and Jake is not about to waste any time.
In this battle of wills, both discover giving in and trusting their hearts can heal even the deepest of hurts.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: May 13, 2013
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
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Lillian spun and shimmied on the dance floor. Strobes flashed, bathing her in neon lights and making the diamante jewels in her hair sparkle. She stamped her feet and smiled at her dancing partner, Kurt. The crowd didn’t bother her, didn’t surge and pester for her autograph, didn’t behave as they would in real life. That was the beauty of dreams—she could control her world for once. In this dream she could have Kurt again, the illusion of him loving her. Tonight though, he seemed reluctant to move forward and dance. He hung back, just out of reach, and she realized he watched someone else.
Without missing a beat, she followed his gaze to the edge of the crowded dance floor. The mass of bodies weaved and bobbed, blocking her view, but then she caught a glimpse. A man. Watching her.
The breath caught in her throat. The dancers shifted and blocked him from sight but not before she saw his eyes. Sapphire blue. Even in the darkness of the club, they were brilliant. She’d seen him for just a second, but his image was burned into her brain. Tall, with shaggy, dark hair down to the collar of a black leather biker jacket covered with zippers, his arms behind him as he lounged against the wall. A scruff of stubble graced a proud chin beneath full, sensuous lips.
Remembering Kurt, she dragged her attention back, only to find him gone. She faltered, picking up the rhythm again moments later, but not before the crowd parted and the stranger emerged on the edge of the dance floor. He stood there, thumbs hooked into his belt loops and Lillian saw the rest of him. Lean body, tight black jeans, black boots, and a gaze that cut through her. Blinking, she focused on the music, a driving rock song that pulsed through her, but she couldn’t ignore him. Her eyes were drawn to him without conscious thought and she found him with a hint of a smile on his face, the lips curling up in the corners. He lifted one eyebrow and then, when he had her full attention, he raised one hand and beckoned to her with his fingers.
Outraged, she ignored him and turned away. This was her dream, her dance floor. She called the shots. The music slowed, dropping to a hypnotic pounding that vibrated through her and she found herself getting lost in the music Everything faded but the beat rolling through her and she wanted to share the pleasure, to dance with someone. She thought of the guy with the biker jacket and glanced over her shoulder to see if he was still there.
He hadn’t moved. His stare ate her up when she turned back to face him but now the smile had gone. Again, he gestured for her to go to him. The cheek of it.
She was intrigued by his attitude. Normally men went to her but this one looked dangerous and sexier than most. Did she fancy a walk on the wild side? She took a step toward him, then another. Why not. It was only a dream. If she reached out her hand, she could touch him now, but she didn’t. Instead, she waited.
“Closer, Cariad. I won’t bite.” Her stomach went into free-fall when he spoke. Didn’t Cariad mean “darling” in Welsh? She knew it was a term of endearment. Deep, silky, and with the local accent that was music to her ears, his words washed over her. The smile emerged again and grew to a distinctly wolfish grin. “At least, not yet.”
Jake had slipped into Lillian’s dream as easily as a pair of well-worn jeans. She fit him perfectly and he took his time, drinking his fill of her beauty. She was magnificent. Jake had never seen another woman, human or wolf, to even come close. It wasn’t just her perfect skin that begged to be stroked; her hair heated his blood to fever pitch. Fiery red, the color of flames at the heart of a fire; he longed to run his palms across it to see it if burned as bright as he imagined.
His wolf growled at the thought of other men dancing with her, touching her, and he had the idea that this was her natural habitat, every bit as much as the woods and mountains were his. A momentary doubt assailed him. Were they too different? He studied her expression, the barely concealed outrage that softened to amusement. She stood before him, hands on hips, head cocked to one side.
“I’ve seen you before, haven’t I? Your eyes are familiar.” He strained to hear her words above the music.
He had to touch her. Reaching out, he placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head to meet his eyes. She didn’t resist. “Dance with me.” He had the ability to join her sleeping world but not to control it. If he could, he would already have her panting and naked, lust glazing her expression as he ravished her body.
She seemed to fight an inner battle at his words and then shrugged with one shoulder, lazy and careless. “Sure. One dance.” She jerked her chin free and took a step back. “But only because I like this track. Okay?”
Jake recognized the song although he couldn’t give it a name. A sensuous bass beat with haunting female vocals, the lyrics murmured about promises freely given. He noticed her lips moving as she sang along. Striding forward, he took her in his arms and guided her to the center of the dance floor, right under the spotlight. Her hair glowed a fiery shade, the ends sparking where they caught the strobe.
Her smile threatened to undo him, especially when she wrapped herself around him, one hand stroking the fine hair at the back of his neck. “You remind me of the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood. Are you going to eat me all up?”
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