Category: Romance Publisher: Star Dust Press
Type: Fiction
Pages: 40
Copyright: December 2006
Some werewolves are bitten and cursed to become wolves. The Valentino men are cursed to become wolves without a single wound. All because of love and the destiny to find their soul mates. One Valentino man loved the wrong woman and now the whole line of men are cursed from Generation to generation. To become the wolf and kill their beloved before she can ever conceive a child. They all have managed to find a way to add one more to the Valentino name. Until now Lucas Valentino is the last one left and he has felt the pull of his mate. So he ran not just to save himself but to save her. Now in a small town called Destiny nestled in the Appalachian Mountains. She has found him by accident. Sonja Stone has unwittingly walked into the path of her soul mate and his dangerous family curse. Now in the snowy mountains, they find an intense Passion and Love. They must work together to find a way to break the curse or suffer the ultimate sacrifice… Their death.
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The fever was building inside Lucas, it only a matter of days he could not control the little changes that happened to his body. It started with his fingers growing claws, they retracted back to normal. This morning he looked in the mirror and his eyes turned to those of a wolf. He looked on as the muscles in his shoulder bunched and morphed. Each change was as painful as the heat in his belly. The need to claim Sonja was strong. Even though she was a little ways up the road from him. he could smell her. When she took a shower he could smell the soap on her skin. When she lay in bed and played with herself he knew. The scent of her womanly musk filled the air and drove him crazy. In his frenzy he had destroyed the table next to his bed, leaving it a mass of splintered wood. Lucas could not think pass his need for Sonja. He took the vacation days claiming he was sick because he knew it was only a matter of time before he snapped at the wrong person. He would isolate himself until this passed, but at least Sonja was safe from him. Lucas heard the soft knock on the door and he caught her scent. A low primitive growl escaped his throat. He slid to the floor and crawled up to the door, pressing his face against the cool wood. He was so close to her he felt his cock harden at the thought of pulling her inside and fucking her right there on the floor.
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
Love is universal and not limited to the most perfect among us. In this collection of romantic short stories and poetry, love comes to those who are decidedly imperfect, who possess very real human flaws, scars, and challenges. Awaiting us as we are.
