Tempted by the Pack (Blue Moon Brides #1)
Erotic Paranormal Romance
Release Date: October 26, 2012
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 36,000
Once in a blue moon…
For Rafer Breaux, life in the Louisiana Bayou is harsh, violent—and deeply sensual. The Cajun werewolf lives for his Pack and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep his brothers safe. The longer a wolf lives without a mate, the harder it becomes for that wolf to shift back. To remember that he is a man—and not a monster. And those mates can only be found during a blue moon. When a blue moon finally rises, Rafer will need every weapon in his sensual arsenal to tempt one special woman into his arms and the heart of the Pack.
The Pack hunts for mates
Fighting to keep her family farm, Lark Andrews isn’t looking for love. Even if the very sexy Breaux brothers make her dream of hot bayou nights spent in their arms. When the blue moon leads Rafer to her door, however, Rafer has her rethinking her position on all work and no play. Now, the bayou nights are heating up as Rafer fights to convince her, one sensual touch at a time, to give love and passion a chance. But Rafer isn’t a one wolf deal. Is there room in Lark’s heart—and bed—for Rafer and his Pack?
Her scent was delicious. That captivating fragrance had hidden beneath the tumultuous smells of the farmers’ market, so the wolf’s first breath carried only flowers and vegetables, the tangy bite of overripe produce and dirt. And then her.
His attraction was immediate and powerful. She smelled more than good; she smelled right. He moved closer, following the trail she had unknowingly left him. She crouched over a bucket of frilly pink flowers, the tough stems falling away beneath her blade, wet and earthy. One quick slash, a deft twist of her wrist, and she handed the newly shorn flowers to a customer. Her hands riveted him even as her scent intoxicated him.
He’d visited this farmers’ market many times before he’d grown weary of fighting his wolf and had concealed himself deep inside the bayou, where he could be both man and beast, safe from the enemies who hunted him. He’d never noticed this female on those visits. She was new. Wonderfully different, even though the market was the same sleepy slice of stands perched on the edge of the Louisiana bayou he remembered from his previous visits. The summer heat slowed her down, putting a sleepy glint in her eyes as she fanned herself, fighting the sensual prickle. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat despite the airy sundress she wore.
He liked that sundress. The skirt was all colorful patches, the hem stopping mid-thigh and putting her long, long legs on display for him. She’d kicked off her shoes and twisted her honey-blonde hair up on top of her head. Tendrils escaped, however, curling insistently in the heat. The flower tucked in her hair was a surprise, a bold, deep pink hibiscus that drew his eyes away from the thin straps crisscrossing her bare back and shoulders. The dress cupped her breasts, molding her the way he wanted to shape her with his hands.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, and she looked good enough to eat.
His mouth watered from her delicious scent. He wanted to drag his tongue over all her curves and folds until he discovered if her taste matched that scent.
An answering heat tore through his body, an unexpected arousal that lengthened his cock. Right now, he watched from the shadows, his wolf unseen, but staying there much longer was impossible. He was hunted, and the market had no room for the wild and the uncivilized—or for the dark animal side he kept trapped inside. When he inhaled, he knew who had recently had sex and which women were coming into their fertile times. Sex was a pulsing rhythm beneath the surface of their everyday transactions that none of them were aware of. But he was.
He didn’t know her name—his wolf had no use for names—but her scent covered the market. While he’d been hidden deep in the bayou, she’d come here, often enough to mark this place as her own. She smelled of sunlight, of honey and sage. Good things, although her scent whispered of arousal too, and the strength of her needing made him wonder if she could possibly be the one. There were dark shadows under her eyes. A blue-moon brides always dreamt, sexy, erotic dreams that would wake her early and leave her sleepless and aching for a lover’s touch. She was aroused now, but he didn’t know if she enjoyed that sensual state. Maybe she ignored that side of her nature like so many of the fully human did, denying her body had desires.
He wasn’t human. And he needed.
If she was his blue-moon bride, she could ease his loneliness. He’d never again have to worry that one night he’d fail to shift back from wolf to man. Tomorrow night, when the blue moon rose over the bayou, he’d know for certain if this woman was the one. For now, though, he stalked her from the shadows, watching her engage with the market’s customers, laughing. Alive. Wonderfully human.
She represented famille and a future as something more than an animal. If she wasn’t the one, if he failed to find his bride, he could den with a local wolf and produce pups. Whether or not that litter would be human, he didn’t know. It wouldn’t matter. That kind of pairing couldn’t save him from the animal madness slowly consuming him—and his Pack.
Tomorrow night, when the blue moon rose, the wolf would hunt whomever the blue moon found—and that chosen mate would run.
Let her be the one.
With every blue moon, the Cajun werewolf needs to find his mate or else he risks becoming less human and in Tempted by the Pack, Rafer is the alpha of the pack. It is his job to find a mate either for himself or another one in his pack, but the woman he finds in Lark has been hungry for so long that she lets herself be loved by more than one wolf.
I was very disappointed with Tempted by the Pack…because it was too short!
That being said, I love shifter stories although this one really didn’t have much shifting going on while they were in the throes of passion, there’s really nothing better than animal passion.
We got to see a little of Lark’s animal side during the battle and when they were together, she let a little of the wolf out of her. I really wish I got to see more of that. I loved that she shared herself and wasn’t exclusive to just Rafer-what a name!-I’m glad that Dax got into the mix since he was essentially dying to mate.
I loved the chemistry between Rafer and Lark, the passion fairly lept off the page which was very exciting. I can’t wait to continue on in this series with Pleasured By the Pack.
A little about the Author
Heated romance. Hot heroes. Happily ever after. Writing as Anne Marsh, I am known for deliciously sensual romance. My nationally best-selling shapeshifter romance, THE HUNT (Dorchester, October 2009) was a double finalist in Borders/RomCon’s 2010 Readers Crown contest. Dorchester released BOND WITH ME, a fallen angel romance set in Moscow in the near-future, digitally in September 2010 and in trade paperback in July 2011. BOND WITH ME was also a finalist in the 2011 Readers Crown contest. Kensington Brava released the follow-up book, HIS DARK BOND, in April 2012 and the book made bestseller lists at Barnes and Noble.
Fall 2012 saw the launch of my sexy contemporary romance series from Kensington Brava about smoke jumpers fighting fire and finding love in Northern California (BURNING UP, October 2012 and SLOW BURN, April 2013). BURNING UP was the featured book in a December 5th, 2011 Times magazine article on military heroes and romance novels. A spin-off series about hotshots starts in July 2013 and I’m also writing an erotic paranormal series about Cajun werewolves searching for their fated mates in the Louisiana Bayou (TEMPTED BY THE PACK, PLEASURED BY THE PACK).
I live in Northern California with my husband, two kids and four cats. After ten years of graduate school and too many degrees, I escaped to become a technical writer. When not planted firmly in front of the laptop translating Engineer into English, I enjoy gardening, running (even if it’s just to the 7-11 for slurpees), and reading books curled up with my kids. The best part of writing romance, however, is finally being able to answer the question: “So… what do you do with a PhD in Slavic Languages and Literatures?” You can visit me online at www.anne-marsh.com.
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