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Wolf Tales Volume I by Nora Quick
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Category:
Romance
Publisher: Nora Quick
Type: Fiction
Pages: 200
Copyright: Dec 13, 2012
ISBN-13: 2940150611191
Price: $3.99 (eBook)
Six tales of erotic romance follow the formation of the first pack from ancient times to the modern day when danger arises.
In The Beginning simple hunter Jon is changed forever by the exotic Fatik, and discovers a wrold of magic never before dreamed.
When pack Beta Shaylee's Alpha sends her to meet a human she finds herself under the spell of love, but what secret does Kyle hold that will change the wolves’ lives forever when she takes him in The Claiming?
The next generation of wolves, Lars and Alexia, are destined to meet, bound by the The Legacy forever binding their parents.
The darkest hour of wolf history introduces you to The Curse when Jon touches true love in a single moment with Duana.
Lost lovers Elizabeth and Koray are reunitedafter centuries when a mad killer begins stalking the wolves. Is The Magic of their love enough to save them all?
New wolf Alejandro chases The Lost Omega wolf Valentina around the world on a desperate manhunt for the greatest threat the wolves may ever face.
Excerpt
It felt strange having him inside her apartment by choice. The front was a large living room, the middle her six bedrooms and office, and the back a formal dining room, cozy breakfast nook, and kitchen. The coffee table was still smashed and the kitchen still smelled of hasty werewolf sex.
He took it all in silently and then his eyes lit on the large portrait in the far wall of the living room. It was him.
“I’m sure you remember than when I first saw the world was not what I expected. Colors were not what I assumed, everything was so much more magical than I dared dream. I wanted to capture it all, and so I began painting. That was my first.”
It was him, seated in his little rented house in his favorite chair. His hair smoothed back it glowed in the firelight. His clothes were fine and pressed, and his smile was so animated Koray thought he’d see himself move. He drew close to it, eyes wide. “It’s incredible. You captured the room perfectly.”
She closed the front door and stood there, feeling lot. “What do I call you? Giuseppe or Noel?”
“To the world I am Noel, but my real name is Koray.”
“Koray,” she said, proud her new accent allowed her to say it correctly.
“It means ‘ember moon.’ I suppose that was part of what caught Jon’s fancy.”
The word struck a chord of memory from her travels, and realization dawned. “So you’re Turkish?”
“A Turk in my time. It was an empire then, but I was a simple fisherman. It’s almost dawn and I need to call my Alpha. May I use your phone?”
“Follow me.” She led him to her office.
Thanking her he sat, and she closed the door. In the hall Elizabeth looked about, unsure what to do, and then she yawned. Out of habit she went to her room, to the master bath, and brushed her teeth, washed her face, prepared for bed. She would make up a guest bed for him, and she would call him Noel, Elizabeth decided. It was the name that would keep the most distance between them.
When she emerged, dressed in a Jets jersey for sleeping he was in the hall looking thoughtful. When he saw her he began to laugh. “It’s so strange. I remember as you were, a simple country girl of a long-dead era. You smoke, you wear things like that…you’re not the same girl I knew.”
“And you?” She folded her arms under her breasts. “When I met you, you claimed to be fleeing the war, a huntsman for a lord. You dressed like a gentleman, spoke in what I assumed was Italian and Turkish whenever your passions were roused, and-”
“You speak German when you are agitated,” he said in her native tongue perfectly.
Elizabeth smoothed her hair back, shocked she’d slipped back into that tongue. “I am a woman who could move about camps of enemy soldiers unescorted and never feel a moment’s fear. I have watched entire villages be decimated by disease and famine and never once trembled. I have given words of advice to men who put them in historical documents still valued today. There is nothing I cannot do, yet right now, right here, with you…”
He drew closer, looming over her. “Yes?”
She took a steadying breath and raised her gaze to meet his. “I am terrified.”
“Good,” he said cryptically and then kissed her.
Shocked, she went pliant. The sensual pull between them was palpable but this was madness! His hands slid under the jersey and found her hips, bare, and her mind shuttered on the refrain take no chances, waste no time. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and yanked it off, sending it sailing down the hall.
He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, suddenly desperate to feel him against her. Dream, fantasy, or haunting, she didn’t care…he felt real, smelled real, and tasted real. Of all the things she had ever wanted it was this, right here, right now.
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