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by Eva Gordon
by Eva Gordon
Alpha Wolf’s Pet Book Three
Living with werewolves is a lesson in Mia's fragility, and stretching the limits of their antiquated pack protocol wears on everybody's nerves.
Nonetheless, Mia is an official member of their pack, and Dominic's lover. Satisfied with their romantic and sexy exclusive arrangement, Mia is devastated when Chandra, Dominic's fiancée, arrives during his absence.
Dominic is worried. Is his love for Mia really his addiction to her blood? Will she eventually become his blood mistress and belong to her, commanding his body and soul? Before he can resolve the issue, the Russian Chess Piece mob strikes his territory. Faced with the king's command to mate his werewolf fiancée, and the mob, he has no time to explain before Mia does what she does best. She runs.
Danger looms for Mia and all werewolf kind as secrets are revealed about the mob pursuing her. But most disturbing of all, is the Lycan Intelligence Agency’s sudden interest in Mia’s DNA. Will new revelations destroy their love and crush their future?
The book ends Dominic and Mia’s story, but we will learn more about other characters in books in the offshoot series, Team Greywolf. Starting with Slade, Book 1 Summer 2015.
Genre: Paranormal RomanceHunted Purchase link(s): Amazon ARe B&N iTunes Kobo
Content/Theme(s): Werewolves, Shifters, Suspense, Adventure, Light BDSM
Release Date: March 8, 2015
Books 1&2, Excerpts & More
Mia didn’t look back as he howled in the distance. Her breath hitched as she leapt out of the thick fern and ran away as far from the cottage as possible. Her heart beat faster than her sprint. How did he find me so soon? She had an hour lead on him. Duh, he knows these woods and the art of hunting prey.
Mia pushed the limits of her endurance. The competitor in her wouldn’t give up. She stopped and checked her GPS. Hmm. Two miles to the clearing near the fire road. No way will I make it that far. Plus, he’ll expect it. She took off her bandana and wiped perspiration from her brow. Autumn in the mountains, offered no comfort. It turned out to be a blistering Indian summer day. A cool breeze would have been welcome.
A wolf howl echoed closer.
The nearness of a superior predator spiked her adrenaline and primal fear. Not giving up that easily. She sprinted east, away from the road. With each breath, she imagined what Dominic would do to her once he caught her. His naughty defiant pet. Dampness gathered in her panties and her nipples distended, ready for his predatory mouth. The Big Bad Wolf would mount her in the bushes or in one of the numerous crevices in the rocky terrain. He would not be gentle. Bring her from the brink of pain to explosive pleasure.
Her senses heightened. Mia sniffed the verdant evergreens, and then listened for footfalls over fallen leaves. Nothing. Then again, what stalking predator signaled his presence? The soothing whoosh and roar of a river caught her attention. Hmm. Didn’t dogs lose the trail once their quarry entered water? Not a werewolf. Though it could slow his pursuit.
Unless I throw him off track. Mia found a stone then tied the bandana around it. She whirled the rock down a deer trail, away from her watery destination.
Mia removed her running shoes and socks and stepped into the cold water. Small rapids roared against the stones. She scanned the water for a safe shallow crossing area. There. A couple fallen logs broke the rush. She waded into the knee-deep water. Her jogging shorts remained dry.
Once across, she found a branch and wiped her prints. Watching old cowboy movies paid off. She slipped her socks and running shoes back on and looked back once before continuing.
Mia hiked uphill on a narrow trail. A soaring hawk screamed as if in warning. She stopped. Oh, shit! She leaned against a tree near a deep ravine. Too close. One slip and she’d plunge to her death. Her skin chilled despite her warm perspiration.
She glanced around. Had she really outsmarted Dominic? Slowly, she slumped to the ground and unclipped the canteen from her hip pack. She drank the water to the last drop.
Mia clipped her empty canteen back and stood. Had he been called back for enforcer duty? Would he send his betas to find her? She reached for the GPS. Shit. It must have fallen out of her bag. She drew in a calming breath. I’ll retrace my steps.
* * * *
The pristine forest called to him. His prey, near. Dominic easily picked up her scent, despite the heavy perfume she sprayed on a few trees to throw off her trail. Her attempt to outsmart a werewolf charmed him. He flared his nostrils. Odd. He glanced at a deer trail leading back to his estate. Why would she go that way? He ran down the trail. Her bandana tied to a rock lay on top of ferns. Dominic grinned. Clever, but not clever enough. He turned away from the deer trail and inhaled for Mia’s scent. Her rich aroma of adrenaline, salty sweat and arousal excited him. Her scrumptious molecules led across the river.
Naughty pet. I should have brought my ropes to bind you to a tree. Did you think I would lose your trail by tricking me and then crossing the stream? You can outsmart human criminals and hide, but you’ll never hide from me.
His brow furrowed. The river had risen substantially after the last storm, even for this time of year. He growled. His beloved pet had risked drowning. Branch marks on the opposite bank eliminating her tracks relieved his anguish. He stepped into the cold water. The rushing water drenched his boots and jeans. Mia headed toward the area they called Cave Gully, a dangerously steep precipice. The loose rocks could cause her to stumble and plunge to her death.
He ignored the temptation to shift into wolf form and sloshed up the bank. “Mia!”
Dominic dashed up the steep incline. Something yellow flashed in a bed of pine needles. Her mini-handheld GPS. Game over. “Damn. Mia!”
* * * *
Mia bent over and searched for her GPS.
“Looking for this?”
Mia screamed and whipped around.
Dominic leaned against a tree, twirling the GPS like a toy in his hand. A wicked wolfish grin on his smug face.
She touched the base of her neck, her sudden racing pulse thumping a mad treble. “How long have you’ve been watching me?”
“Long enough.” His tone dripped all-alpha testosterone. “I would’ve said something, but I was enjoying the view.” Dominic pulled off his black tank top, revealing his brawny muscular chest and ripped abs.
Oh, yeah, the view. Without his shirt, he appeared taller, broader. Magnificent. A Greek god, but one of the night, the underworld. Menacing. Dominating. Badass big-bad-wolf hot.
He growled. “Mine.”
Goose flesh tickled every inch of her. His amber eyes seared her soul, burning her with his desire, possessing her soul. The forest, her disheveled look, and other cares vanished. Only Dominic mattered. My alpha. Her lips parted.
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by Eva Gordon
Alpha Wolf’s Pet Book Two
Mia has two choices: remain hidden, frightened by the Russian mob determined to murder her, or become a sworn member and under the protection of Dominic’s werewolf pack. Being Dominic's human lover is pleasurable while taxing. She wants more than he can give: commitment. Except werewolves never marry humans. Carnal desires aside, will she accept her low status within the pack in order to share what little time she has with Dominic until he takes a werewolf mate?
Dominic is torn. If he gives Mia beta status, his pack will mutiny. If he doesn’t, she’ll leave. Her stubborn independent nature will turn his world of strict pack rules upside down and he’ll be scorned as pack enforcer. He loves her, but his pack rules will never allow him to claim a human as his mate. Worse, he’s drawn to Mia's addictive blood. Was one taste too much?
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Mia sat in Dominic’s den, adjacent to his massive cave-like bedroom. Waiting. Fretting. Anticipating. The last twenty-four hours had been an outlandish blur of reality versus fantasy. Life had been bad enough hiding from the Russian mob, but now she dealt with a secret society of werewolves. Real people who shifted into wolves the size of a large bear. She stood and rubbed her brow. No denying it. Werewolves existed.
The black silk bathrobe Mia borrowed from Dominic clung to her still moist skin. She closed her eyes and inhaled. The aroma of woodland scented candles, a pleasant memory of the most amazing bedroom-sized shower she’d ever seen. Designed to perfection with a stone waterfall, and foliage. A scene from a magical forest. Despite the sensual ambiance, he left her to shower alone. The murder of his men and the justified killing of Maccon, a werewolf prince, toned down the mood, to say the least.
She shivered and poured herself a cup of coffee from his bar. The fierce werewolf prince had destroyed her beloved cello, smashed her windshield as she tried to escape, and ran alongside her car at speeds of fifty miles per hour. The creature slashed her tire and hauled her out of the vehicle in his deadly grip. He had not ripped out her entrails as she seen in countless werewolf movies. The beast let her live, but only as a bargaining tool to protect him from a far more dangerous werewolf, her lover. Dominic, aka, the Big Bad Wolf, pack enforcer.
Did her heart cause her to jump out of the frying pan and into the fire? Was it so bad? Rich drop dead gorgeous Dominic Wolfe promised to protect her from the Russian Mob, something not even the federal government could promise. However, there was a lot more at stake. In order to live, she must sign their Lycan Society non-disclosure contract, which involved some sort of scarring custom. Dominic promised the ritual would not be so bad, but she hated even the smallest of paper cuts. And to top it off, she agreed to be his pet.
Mia folded her arms over her stomach. What exactly did being his pet entail? He claimed love and affection, but no marriage. Werewolves only married a werewolf mate. Not that she wanted a big commitment, for now, but what about the future? Could she be happy just having a long-term relationship? If they broke up, would he be okay if she married another man, human, that is? More at stake, what would happen to her independence? Mia associated being a pampered pet with being collared. Leashed. Don’t count on me being completely obedience trained, Dominic!
Mia gazed around the room. More like a cavern than a home. She fingered her wet hair and paced with nervous energy. Without her flat iron and her Brazilian blowout expiring, her hair spun into curls. Hmm. Do werewolves have bad fur days?
She walked to the door and twisted the handle. Locked. Outside his room and den, she’d not seen his estate. At the gates, Dominic blindfolded her until they reached his den. She closed her eyes and shivered, remembering his hot breath and fangs skimming over her nape as his large hands removed the blindfold.
Until she signed the damned contract, she could not see his home and certainly not wander around. Her imagination conjured all sorts of things, like shackles on the walls or wolves prowling around.
Mia turned and took in more details of his den, part-office part man-cave. Literally, a cave. Similar to his bedroom, the den looked like an underground cavern. Maybe it was. Blindfolded she’d no clue how far down they’d gone down. The masculine furniture consisted of an elegant dark leather circular reception sofa facing a tall fireplace and exotic Persian rugs depicting wolves in a mountain forest covered the floor. A well-stocked bar, including fresh brewed coffee and a refrigerator provided plenty of snacks. That is, meaty snacks. A huge bookcase took over one wall. She glanced at his mostly non-fiction books. History, science and philosophy tomes. Behind his mahogany desk stood a locked glass case with three huge leather-bound archaic books that reminded her of The Medieval Bestiary. The cover of each text depicted a wolf-like beast. The calligraphic title was in a strange language, not Latin or anything else she recognized.
She leaned closer to his computer and fingered the keyboard. Who and what exactly are you? Could he be a werewolf version of Batman? Everything that had happened thus far had a comic book superhero vibe about it.
The door opened. Mia gasped as if caught red-handed stealing a cookie, or rather in this case a doggie treat out of the jar.
Dominic, dressed in black jeans and white shirt, stalked in with two of his men, Carson and Rainier. Their feral eyes honed in on her as if they had startled prey hiding beneath a bush. They had.
“Mia, relax.” Dominic took her mug, set it on the bar and drew her in.
“Easy for you to say.” Except for my bra and panties beneath the robe, I’m naked. Vulnerable. Not to mention the weird underground cave ambiance. “Le Carnival Des Animaux,” by Camille Saint-Saëns played in her mind.
“Let’s all sit.” Dominic guided her to the circular sofa. Carson handed her a huge twenty-page document and a blood-red ink fountain pen.
Mia sat, making sure the robe covered her legs and then stared at the document titled, Lycan Non-Disclosure Contract. Sticky yellow paper marked the areas to be initialed. “Wow, this is bigger than signing for a mortgage. Are there even werewolf lawyers?”
Dominic curled a smile. “There are, but only a handful.”
Pawful. Mia smirked. “Lycan Lawyer.” Stress always spurred her quirky humor. At least that was better than her all out panic attacks. Being around Dominic, a werewolf, actually calmed rather than frightened her. Something about his alpha presence made her feel safe and protected. She leafed through the pages. She’d need hours to read the entire thing. “Small print.” Most of the paragraphs began with In the Event of blah, blah, blah, and ended with put to immediate death. “This is more like a how to die stupidly book.”
“We have kept our werewolf society a secret for thousands of years, but now more than ever, we are in danger of being discovered.”
She smirked. “Funny coming from a werewolf whose last name is Wolfe.”
Dominic laughed. “True indeed, however, Wolfe is a common surname and sure beats Lamb as a proper family name.”
Mia smiled. “Anyway, who would believe werewolves are real?”
“Today with surveillance cameras everywhere and phones tapped by global intelligence organizations, it’s imperative to protect our nature.”
Mia blinked up at him. “It’s only a matter of time before the NSA wiretaps your conversations or has that already happened?”
He smiled. “No worries. We have well placed people on the inside.”
“Humans or werewolves?”
“The ones where we live.”
Carson stood. “Perhaps, Miss Attwood should read it first and we can return later.”
She smiled at the handsome dark-haired beta. “Please, call me Mia.”
Carson lifted a brow at Dominic. “Shall we, sir?”
Mia frowned. “Hello, I’m the one who gives permission who calls me what.”
Dominic took a long breath in and slowly released it. “Mia, our pack rules are alien to you, but you must understand I’m the alpha and nothing happens without my approval.”
Talk about culture shock. “Umm.” She shook her head. “Do I call you sir or master?”
Dominic winked. “You may call me, Dom.”
“Actually, that works on so many levels since I’m now signing up to be a wolf’s submissive.”
He narrowed his gaze. “For the most part that’s true, but if you wish to continue our relationship, the pack rules will apply to you.”
Mia pressed the pen to her lips. “I’m not sure I can go along with that.”
“I understand and promise to be patient,” he chuckled, “maybe even allow you status above omega.”
“What do you mean?”
Carson explained. “Humans are considered the lowest member of the pack.”
Her eyes widened. “Wait, what?” Humans not werewolves run the freakin’ world.
Dominic drew a quick glare at Carson, who lowered his head. “Carson was honest. Humans have the lowest status, but that doesn’t mean we’ll mistreat you.”
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by Eva Gordon
Alpha Wolf’s Pet Book One
Mia’s testimony against Russian mobsters forced her to enter the witness protection program. She is relocated to a quaint cottage in Wolf Woods, near Mt. Rainier, far from everyone and everything she loved and cared for. All is calm, until she meets Dominic, the gorgeous ruggedly handsome owner of the mysterious Wolfe Estate. He is all alpha male, domineering, and controlling. The last thing she needs is to get involved with a sexy control freak.
Alpha werewolf, Dominic Wolfe, is the packs’ enforcer. When an attractive young woman moves into a cottage near his territory; his senses are heightened to obsessive proportions. A human pet to meet his desires.
Dominic is determined to unveil Mia’s real identity while keeping his own securely hidden. Haunted by the howls and shrieks coming from Dominic’s estate, Mia wonders if she can really trust the enigmatic man she suspects of wanting a dominant-submissive relationship. A man who brings out her darker desires. Will hidden danger keep them from gratifying their burning passion?
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Mia sipped her fresh cup of coffee and smiled. “No, thank you, I’ll order it online.” She paid for the pancake mix and syrup. As she turned to leave, she crashed into a hulk of a man. Her steaming hot coffee splashed over the man’s shirt. “I’m so sorry.” She looked up and gasped... “So…sorry.” She lost her voice on seeing Dominic Wolfe. Not in a business suit but wearing a black flannel shirt and blue jeans, looking more like a cowboy than a business tycoon. Ten degrees hotter.
He stepped back and patted big broad hands at what must be a smarting burn on his broad chest. He laughed. “Don’t be, I shouldn't have been standing so close.”
Mia blushed. His deep masculine rumble sent shivers down to private parts of her body. “It must have burned.” The right thing to do was to remove his shirt and check the burn. Then what? She had no first aid skills. Maybe the coffee had not been that hot, or his thick shirt had protected him from being scalded.
“Nah, it was not that hot.” He chuckled.
“I’m so mortified.”
“I’ll get you a towel, Mr. Wolfe,” said the young man behind the register.
Dominic called, “No really. I’m all right.”
The bagger returned from the storeroom with a wet rag and mop. “No problem, Mr. Wolfe.”
“Come on, Jeff. Call me Dominic.” He took the towel and patted the stain.
He lowered his head. “Yes, sir.”
Dominic gently pulled her away and Jeff mopped up the mess. His touch ignited a small flame of desire not lit in over a year.
Mia straightened. “I’ll pay to have it laundered.” She met his dark amber eyes, speckled with gold flakes that gave him a feral look. His smoldering eyes were so intense, she immediately averted hers. It was as if he would see her thoughts. Holy hell is he hot.
He picked up her fallen grocery tote and handed it to her. “It’s just coffee, Miss…?”
He smiled. “Mia is Spanish for mine.”
His deep rumbled pronunciation of Mia sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. More like missing in action, because he makes me lose my mind. She must look like a deer caught in the headlights and focused on his features. A trimmed beard on his chiseled handsome face, the kind of face that commanded armies, rescued hostages, and obviously never flinched under torture. Definitely former military.
He offered his hand. “Dominic Wolfe.” His gold-speckled eyes twinkled in mischief. “You’re Ellen’s new neighbor.”
She clutched her grocery bag. “Yes, I thought you looked familiar.”
Dominic raised a brow. “Uh, huh.”
His tone condescending as if he spoke to an insane person. Her red cheeks disclosed her lie. “You were dressed differently.” Duh! Now he probably thought she had the IQ of a snail.
“I was on my way to a business meeting.” He tilted his head, his lips twisted in a bemused smile. “It appeared I frightened you. Although, you probably wanted to run in and fix your hair.”
Mia narrowed her eyes. As if. “My hair was fine.” Nothing wrong with a ponytail. She couldn’t tell him he looked like a hit man. Yet, now in person and dressed down in blue jeans that hugged powerful legs, there was something unnerving about him. His presence even caused the bagger to act subservient. It was more than the fact he was filthy rich. He was an arrogant prick. “I left my stove on and my tea kettle was whistling.”
Dominic chuckled. “I didn’t take you for a tea drinker, especially with latte all over my shirt.”
Mia hated tea. Was he a mind reader or just a lucky guess? “I didn’t say I was making hot water for tea.” She glanced at her watch. “I shouldn’t hold you up.” She bit her lip and smiled. “Again, sorry about your shirt.”
“Wait.” His masculine all alpha male tone sounded more like a command than a request. Yet, one she wanted to obey. As though he used some sort of Jedi mind trick. Maybe because when he stared, he never blinked.
She turned. “What?”
“I owe you a fresh cup of coffee.”
“No really, you don’t.” She squirmed as his smoldering eyes compelled her to obey.
Dominic laughed. “I promise. I won’t bite.”
Before she could argue why she couldn’t let a sexy rich guy buy her a cup of coffee, he seized her grocery bag and then wrapped his arm about hers.
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