We’re going old-school with this one… all the way back to May!
The following comes from my first story, Marked, released in May 2011 by Sugar & Spice Press. This is the story in which events planner Tabitha Richardson (who just so happens to be a witch) crosses paths with an intimidating Alpha-male Werewolf by the name of Russel Tennyson. The sparks (and the fur!) fly, and Russell cajoles our prim little witch in to some serious public displays affection. Enjoy!
“Midnight is approaching,” he said, his voice low in the silence of the garden.
Oh, right. Wolf.
“What…what does that mean?” Tabitha drew in a shaky breath, and her sense of peace vanished. In the space of a breath, she realized she was alone with this man—no, not man…monster, and while she wanted him with every fiber of her being, she was also terrified of him. Not because he was a werewolf, but because he was strangely calm for someone about to succumb to frenzy, and because she was so drawn to him despite the inherent danger. Or maybe it was because of the danger. Hell, she didn’t even know anymore!
“It means, little Tabby,” he said, and a low, satisfied growl escaped him, “that it is time for the dogs and the cats to play.”
“Aren’t you going to…” She hesitated, and looked up at him through her eyelashes. He was watching her intently, and it made her swallow hard. “…you know?”
“What do I know?” A smirk curled one corner of his mouth.
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