Official website of romance author Chastity Bush
Muse It Up Publishing
Category:
Romance
Publisher: Muse It Up Publishing
ISBN-10: n/a
Type: Fiction
Paranormal romance
As a Guardian it is Cole Douglas’s job to protect all living beings, mortal and immortal alike. But when sexy nurse/newly turned werewolf Chloe Dunn attacks him, his new mission to find and kill a rogue werewolf takes a surprising turn as he learns that not only is Chloe beautiful, she is his mate.
Refusing to acknowledge that he has found his mate, Cole continues on with his intended mission, only to find that the beautiful creature who attacked him is not only his mate but his ticket to finding the rogue werewolf he has been assigned to kill.
Despite the danger lurking all around them, Cole finds himself drawn to Chloe unlike any woman before. From her golden brown hair to her amber gold eyes, Cole realizes that just because he doesn’t think he is ready to claim his mate, doesn’t matter when just a look from her can set his blood on fire.
Chloe Dunn is just learning to live life as a werewolf when the scent of a stranger sends her into a frenzy and leads her to attack him. Cole is dangerous and wild, something she needs no part of but the overwhelming pull he has on her is more than she can bear. The more time she spends with him, the more she wants him, needs him and will do whatever it takes to have him, even if it means placing herself in the hands of the very rouge that turned her.
Excerpt
“Are you alright?” He asked gently.
Setting up slowly, she reached up to feel the tender spot on the back of her head.
“Just a little sore, I think I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m more worried about you.” She said quickly, reaching out to pull what was left of his t-shirt away from the deep lacerations marring his chest.
“What the—,” The wounds she had seen him sustain were life threatening, she had been able to see his ribs through the deep gashes as he fought but now...
“They are almost gone?” She wondered aloud. “What in the hell are you?” She asked in amazement as she rubbed the tips of her fingers across what looked like four fading scars.
Cole shivered under her tender touch. Her fingertips gently brushing over the wounds to his chest The heat of her touch burned through him, pleasure weaving its way throughout his body. He had not ever experienced this kind of raw need for a woman, never felt the powerful desire for someone as he did for Chloe.
“Well?” She asked with exasperation as she stood, placing her hands on her hips.
“Well what?” He asked with confusion. His mind still lost in the pleasure of her touch.
“What-are-you?” She enunciated slowly.
Struggling to hide a smile, Cole stood, pulling what was left of his shirt over his head, tossing it into the trash can.
The irritation Chloe had been feeling fled her in an instant at the sight of Cole’s bare, already completely healed chest. The taught tan skin called to her, begged her to reach out and touch it again. To run her palms over the smooth skin displayed before her.
To explore every inch he had to offer.
“Do I meet your approval?” Cole teased.
It was as if he could feel her eyes roaming his bare flesh, burning a trail over every inch they covered.
He could smell her need for him; he could see it in the expressions flickering across her face. For a moment he was severely tempted to throw her to the ground and take her, to claim her but his good sense prevailed. This was not the time and definitely not the place. Instead, the need to tease her won out.
Shaking her head, and the embarrassment she felt from being caught gawking at him like a randy school girl from her head, she frowned up at him.
“You’re a kind of an ass you know that?” She stated bluntly. Her golden eyes glittering in the bright lights. She had just saved his life and he would not even tell her what the hell he was? Irritation slithered within her.
She was serious; he noted and fought to hide the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“So, I have been told.”
“I take it that you are not going to answer my question?”
“Not here.”
“Well, seeing as I need some answers as to what just happened here,” she said waving her hands at the mess surrounding them, “where will you tell me what I need to know?”
He had intended on telling her about his assignment and what part she played in it. Had even intended to tell her what he was and answer whatever it was that she needed to know about her own kind.
That had been his reason for coming to the hospital to begin with. He had first thought to catch her at her home but it seemed after watching her apartment for nearly a week, that she was at work more than she was at home.
“Your place.”
Nodding her head she agreed.
“There is only one problem.”
“What is that?” He asked.
“How are we both going to get out of here? I’m covered with blood and you are half naked. Don’t you think that that might draw some attention?”
Looking around the room, he spotted a door along the farthest wall with a large exit sign hanging above it.
“Where does this lead?” He asked, looking back over his shoulder at her.
“It’s a fire exit; my guess would be that it leads out onto…a fire escape.” She finished sarcastically.
“You are a bit of a smartass, you know that?”
“So, I have been told.” She repeated his earlier words.
Smiling he nodded. “Well then.” he said, striding back to stand in front of her.
His chest only inches from hers, “Let’s go.”
Reaching down, he hooked his arm around her waist, lifting her over his shoulder.
“What in the hell are you doing?” She squealed.
“We need to move fast.” He answered lightly, as if that explained why she was currently slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“I can walk.” She complained, wriggling about atop his shoulder.
The feel of her thighs beneath his palms sent heat straight to his groin. The sight of her firm ass next to his face, wriggling about as he carried her to the exit tortured him, begged him to reach up and squeeze the firm globes in his hands.
Shaking his head, he fought the urge.
“I know that.” He began, “But we will have to jump down at least one story, can you jump that far without hurting yourself yet?”
Stilling, she shook her head. “I haven’t tried.” She admitted reluctantly.
Was that something that she could do?
She really should have tested herself to learn all of the things she could do now that she was a werewolf but had not. Embarrassment and doubt clouded her mind to what she had become. Only the need to hunt forced her to believe that she was something other than human. There was still a very large part of her that leaned toward the possibility that she had gone crazy.
“Can you?” she asked quietly, “Jump that far, I mean.”
Stepping out onto the fire escape, he tightened his grip.
“Hold on."
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