11/2010 - A Wicked Wolf

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Category: Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, Paranormal, Shape Shifters, Werewolves

Real Estate agent Randi Brown works the rich crowd, selling high-priced homes. With her parents dead it's up to her to financially support two teenage siblings and she wants to spread her wings by negotiating a billion dollar land deal. Only the landowner, a business mogul no one has seen in years isn't interested in selling his mountain to a development corporation, and Randi sets out to change his mind any way possible, even if that means sleeping with the reclusive billionaire.

After two years, since his wife's brutal murder, Nicholas "Nick" Wolfe prefers to mourn her than get involved in business. So he lives cut off from society on Wolfe Mountain. Through his attorney, he's offered billions, but no one knows to what extent the value of the land is more than the inhabitants-the Lycans, human wolf-like animal shifters.

When Randi shows up on the mountain one rainy night, Nick tires to fight the desires of the wolf in him to take a mate. Unfortunately, nature has made it impossible to resist the animalistic urges strengthened by the influence of a full moon and the power of lust in this woman's eyes. Can love know no bounds?

Randi has no idea of where this torrid affair can lead until she learns the gruesome details of a woman's murder by a creature not quite human. Then she becomes the next target and she discovers how falling in love can lead to a fatal attack from a Lycan.

To My Readers: Do you want an alpha male, handsome dangerous and oozing sex appeal? Meet Rick Wolfe, a man with uncontrollable needs and the strong desires to want, please and be loyal to one woman for the rest of his life. And then meet Sharon Brown, the woman that finds an escape from life in the dangerous world of Lycans, never suspecting how her affair with Rick puts her in peril of ending up dead like his wife. Sex, Lies, and Love abound with a mystery worth solving.

About the author Brenda Wiliamson Brenda Williamson is married with one son and a house full of animals. One might think she has a hobby to provide a break from the many hours of writing, but storytelling is her hobby and she works at it full-time. Writer Organizations Romance Writer's of America, and sub-chapters; From The Heart, Kiss of Death, Beau Monde, RWA Online, Hearts Thru History, FF&P, Celtic Hearts, Passionate Ink, & ESPAN. Novelists, Inc. The Author's Guild

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Excerpt

A Wicked Wolf

BY

Brenda Williamson

EXCERPT

For several minutes, J.R. lavished Randi with kisses. His mouth moved firmer against hers and his body rubbed hers faster, more insistently. When he stopped, she dared to open her eyes.
He was looking up. She looked up too. From the open crossbeams, dried herbs dangled from tied ribbons. He let go of her wrist and reached up. She should have lowered her arm, but to move meant to chance breaking the spellbound moment.
She watched him tug one ribbon, untying a cluster that fell to the floor. The clean scent of lavender burst from the bouquet. She stared at the other bundles. Had he collected them? It hardly seemed like they were for cooking since his refrigerator was bare. Maybe it was something Mr. Wolfe had gathered. In which case, the hobby was a good sign she might have a chance of obtaining his land if she appealed to his emotions.
When J.R. looped and tied the ribbon around her wrist, he jerked her thoughts from the idyllic illusion of everything going smooth and easy in her business acquisition and their sexual encounter.
“What are you doing?” Her words rattled free.
With the yellow silk strip snug, he drew her arm to the side and fastened the opposite end of the ribbon to the cabinet doorknob. As much as she enjoyed aggressively passionate sex in all the angled positions possible, she’d never been into bondage.
“I’m not sure I like being restrained.” She tipped her head back and watched him retrieve another ribbon.
“You will.” He tied a blue strip of silk to her free wrist and fastened it to another cabinet knob.
Now was the time to protest and fight the binds, or surrender. He leaned against her against, sniffing at her neck, licking. She felt the throbbing vein, pulsing rapidly against the stimulation. He had more control than she normally allowed a guy. But did she want him to stop? What would she give up?
He caressed her jaw with the back of his hand. His intense look suggested she’d miss out the hottest sex of her life. The smoldering lust was more than she could resist. There was no turning back—no buckling under to convention. His hypnotizing brown eyes had command over her, and she waited, a captive audience to his performance.
His gaze didn’t leave hers as he raised her shirt. She breathed harder, feeling the light touch of his hands running up her sides and over her breasts. He fingered her nipples, rolling them around with his thumbs. They stiffened and ached from his repeated touch. Then he stopped and stroked her sides. Intense warmth spread, prickling her skin. Goosebumps dotted her arms and shoulders.
His quiet intensity fascinated her. With one hand controlling the shirt, his other took a more serious possession of her left breast. He turned his hand over and brushed his knuckles against the tip. Then grasping it between a finger and his thumb, he pinched it. The fiery sting zinged to her core.
A moan escaped her.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back.
“More.” She begged, loving the way the pleasurable pain jarred her nerves.
He didn’t give her what she wanted. Instead, he took his hands away, and the soft fleece on the inside of the sweatshirt she wore slid down over her inflamed nipples.
He raised his arm and his fingers neared her face. She felt a sense of regret in his light touch to her jaw. Turning her cheek to his palm, she pleaded, “Don’t stop.”
He looked at her strangely, as if what she asked was unusual and daring. His eyes flickered with other colors, reflections from somewhere in the room, keeping her spellbound. There she hung bound to the cabinet doors, and all she wanted to think about was could he make her want him more.
His other hand paused on the opposite side of her neck. Lightly, he petted her pulse that beat beneath her skin. The slow stokes lulled her senses, calming her all over. She closed her eyes, enjoying the caress that moved into a massage of her shoulders. It felt good, relaxing. And then he grabbed the shirt’s frayed collar and ripped it down the front, jerking her body forward.
Shocked out of her submersion into a false tranquility, her lashes flew up as she gasped. Mild alarm made her tense as she bounced against the counter from J.R.’s jerking to tear open the shirt completely. Her heart rate quickened. She breathed heavier, stunned by his sudden aggression. A dark edginess fringed his expression as he looked hungrily at her breasts.
She glanced down at her nipples, ruby spiked points jutting in eagerness. J.R.’s long fingers closed over her swollen flesh. He lifted one breast higher then the other as if he weighed each to be sure he had the heavier, the more deserving one.
She arced, shoving her chest toward him. He bent and licked her taut nipple. His tongue cooled the burning flesh. In a frenzy of ecstatic joy, with whispered moans for more, she rolled her head from side to side against the cabinet. His bathing licks and suckling lips were the sweetest kind of torture. His coarse tongue abraded her flesh, heating every sensitive nerve in her body. The cut of his teeth when he nipped the tender tip of her breast came close to making her scream. His withdrawal left her unharmed. Then he repeated the performance. When his mouth swung away sooner than she expected, faster than she wanted, a frustrated whine slipped out of her. She wanted the moment to last forever.
His kisses journeyed along her collarbone and swept up the side of her neck. “You taste good,” his words whispered around her ear. “I want to devour every inch of you.”
“Yes.” She panted, encouraging him by repeating her total agreement. “Yes, every inch.”
He cupped her jaw and turned her head. His lips crept along. She twisted to catch his kiss on her mouth. Oddly, he avoided the place where she desired to feel his tantalizing breath.
Without warning, his hands left her body. He pulled a red handkerchief from his back pocket and spun it several times, folding it to a strip. She drew back as he lifted it to her eyes.
“Is that for me?” she asked, not sure how far she wanted to let him dominate her.
His wicked grin was his only answer. She debated saying, no, she didn’t want to play this game. This wasn’t a position she should be in with a stranger.
The words were on the tip of her tongue. She tried to say them. She would have said them if he hadn’t leaned against her to tie the blindfold on. His hard body pressed hers, and she lost focus on her concerns. Her breasts flattened against him. She whimpered. Desire for sex with him overpowered reason.
Then the blindfold went on, and she felt another burst of fear. She wasn’t sure how to handle the unsettling mix of apprehension and anticipation. He was a stranger, and she was giving him total control.

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