Monday, June 29, 2015

Loving an #Alpha is its own kind of challenge #RomWolf @MelSchroeder #99Cents

Wolves come in all shapes and sizes, but then again so do Alphas. Even the word conjures a shiver. With only one day left, get ready for the Lonestar pack...



The Alpha's Saving Grace (Lonestar Wolf Pack #1) by Melissa Schroeder 


Alpha Jacob Sanderson doesn’t have time for distractions as he hunts a vicious killer attacking his pack. Sheriff Alexandra Littlefoot is his best resource and a woman he can’t seem to resist. As secrets rise to the surface, the killer’s violence escalates and threatens the pack.



Excerpt



An emotion he had never felt before filtered through Jacob’s blood. He knew what it meant, and he as an Alpha, rejoiced in it. Since he’d brought her to his house, he had felt settled. Everything was right. She had slept in his bed with his shirt on her back. That was enough to satisfy him for the night. Still, he knew it wasn’t enough, and he had to move their relationship along fast or things could spiral out of control. He turned the bacon over and then grabbed the bowl of pancake mix.
Any wolf who had found his Mate would need to consummate. An Alpha was a different sort all together. As each day passed, his inner beast would beg to be released. If he didn’t do something soon, violence would become too common. He had seen it once, with an Alpha who went too far over the edge that he never returned. Living as a wolf without ever returning to his human form was something Jacob didn’t want to do.
He heard her soft steps across the thick rug. Even if she had not been his Mate, he would have heard her, but there was an inner sense that told him she was drawing near. It sent his heart racing and his lust humming.
“That smells good,” she said from behind him.
He counted backwards from ten trying to get his need under control. “I thought you might need something hearty to eat this morning. You didn’t have dinner.”
Her stomach grumbled and her face turned pink. There was something so enchanting about the big tough chief blushing. It made her look more vulnerable. She was standing in his kitchen, wearing his shirt, and dammit, there was only so much he could control. Even a normal man would have issues with that. She must have sensed something because she took a step back.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he growled. He knew he was being an ass, but it was hard not to be. His cock was so damned hard he would probably have the impression of his zipper on it. He turned to cook, and the silence that followed was enough to prick his temper more.
“Do you know where my clothes are?”
He didn’t want to tell her, because he didn’t want her to remove that shirt. It made him happy that she had his scent on her. She looked perfect.
“In the dryer. I washed them last night.”
He bit out every word. His diplomacy was gone after only one night with her in his house. She looked around as if trying to find something else to say or do.
“This isn’t part of your parents’ house.”
“No.”
“You brought me to your house?”
He nodded.
“Does everyone know?” she asked, horror dripping from each word.
“Caleb and Dillon know.”
“If Dillon knows, everyone knows.”
He found some humor in that. “Usually, but he’s been warned.”
“Have I done something to offend you?”
“Offend me?”
“Yes, you’re practically growling at me. It’s not like you’ve ever been very nice to me, but still, you’re worse this morning.”
“I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“Oh.”
The silence continued as he flipped the pancakes.
“Are you sure, because it feels like I did something wrong?”
“You’re standing there half dressed, and there is only so much a man can take.”
The words burst out of him before he could tell himself not to say them.
“Um…I guess I can get dressed.”
With a snarl, he turned around and grabbed her by the waist. She gasped, the soft sound so loud to him that he let loose another growl. He couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t deny himself at least one taste. The scent of her hit him first. It was feminine, sweet, and unique to her. He bent his head and took her mouth in a hot, wet kiss. At first she didn’t respond, but a second later she did. As she opened her mouth, he stole inside, tasting the minty freshness of toothpaste and the desire she held from him. She slipped her hands up over his arms and to his shoulders as he backed her against the counter.
He slanted his mouth over hers again and again. Her muffled moan vibrated through his soul. He wanted her then, right there, in the most animalistic way possible, but he knew he was pushing it. He tore his mouth from hers and leaned his forehead against hers. Calling on what little control he had left, he stepped back from her. Her eyes were dilated, her mouth red and swollen.
“I think it would be best to stop that right now,” he said, need dripping from each of his words.
“What was that?”
“That was what I felt.”
She lifted her fingers to her mouth. “You felt like kissing me?”
“Yes.”
Then, he smelled the burning stench of their breakfast being ruined.
“Dammit. You are too much trouble for my peace of mind,” he said turning around to save what he could.
“Jake, I think we need to agree that will never happen again.”
He would normally agree with her. She actually worked for him. As Mayor, he was her direct supervisor. But, now that he knew she was his Mate, there was no way around it.
“I can’t.”
“What?”
He turned around and faced her. “Just accept that is going to happen again and often. Next time though, I’ll have time to really do it right.”
“And just what is wrong with what went on now?”

“You’re still dressed and standing. If I had time to do it right, you would have been naked and beneath me.”

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More about Melissa Schroeder


USA Today Bestselling Author Melissa Schroeder is the author of over 60 novels, novellas, and short stories. Included in the list are her best selling Harmless Series and The Santinis. She spends her days writing, reading, cooking, and binging on old TV programs.


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