Playing Lycan Games

Twice a year, Jem is compelled to leave his wolf form and solitary home in the Oregon forest to follow the scent of a woman. His woman. A weekend of intense pleasure is the most he can hope for because she doesn’t know about his other identity. Soon, he’ll melt back into the woods and his woman will return to her city life.

But Catee turns thirty this year, and her goal has changed from playing erotic games to filling the empty spot in her life with Jem’s love, if only he’ll offer it to her after seven years of weekend passion. Can Catee have it all with Jem or has she picked the wrong man? Can their relationship survive his shapeshifter secret?

Rated

Miniature Rose (70 pages)

Excerpt:

Hungry, she unwrapped it quickly. When she had downed half the cookie, she glanced at the fortune peeping out of the other half. The message was intriguing, to say the least.

A romantic mystery will add interest to your life.

She smiled. A romantic mystery, well if that wasn’t the absolute definition of—

A man entered through French doors that opened onto a patio. His face had strong planes, as if the same sculptor who’d carved the south hillside along the Columbia River had chiseled him, too. To her photographer’s eye, the hills looked unfinished, like the sculptor had found another project and drifted away. But this man’s face suited his expression, body, and clothing perfectly. He looked strong, cool and collected…and enticing. Eyes of dark coal danced above a long, firm rose-colored mouth, which quirked when he caught her staring.

“See something you like?” he asked, walking over.

Catee drank in the sight of him for one long moment, then handed him her fortune. “I was just thinking you looked like a romantic mystery.”

His smile widened as he glanced at the slip of paper. He had large, square white teeth. She thought of Little Red Riding Hood. Maybe he wanted to gobble her up. A pleasant shiver ran down her spine at the thought.

“A touch of whimsy. I like that in a woman.”

He was sinfully gorgeous, from the mussed hair right down to the dusty shoes. His mere presence made her skin tingle. Her nipples were tightening under her business-like blouse and she could tell he’d noticed. Maybe she’d suggest they leave together now and not waste any time with their usual games. She tilted her head flirtatiously, thinking about how he might nibble her neck with those teeth. The sensitive skin on her neck sent messages straight to her pussy when it was teased. Welcoming messages. Sex messages.