Out of the frying pan and into some serious furry heat.
Stephanie left a bad situation behind, starting a new life in a new town. She has a new job and a new guy to fantasize about who happens to be her boss. He also happens to be a werewolf.
Dylan’s wolf sat up and took notice as soon as the curvy cutie entered his radio station. She doesn’t have experience but he can tell she has more than her fair share of problems so he hires her to keep an eye on her… and hopefully break down her resistance to going out with him.
When her past finally catches up with her, Stephanie will be confronted with Dylan’s wild and furry secret. Will she be brave enough to handle the beast willing to do anything for her?
Shadow Glen Tales are hot and sexy short stories that do not have to be read in any particular order and do not contain cliffhanger endings.
Readers note: Contains adult language and sizzling sexual situations.
EXCERPT:
Dylan knelt down quickly and she thought he was about to punch Bill. She had to bite her lip to keep from cheering him on. Instead of punching him, Dylan put his hand on Bill’s chest. It looked harmless enough but Bill looked even more scared. It almost looked like he was crying. She knew she shouldn’t be smiling, but she couldn’t help it. She knew she shouldn’t want Dylan to kill him, but she couldn’t help that, either.
He stood back up, and for a second, she forgot all about the man on the ground. Dylan was a big guy but he rose gracefully, so smooth in his movements that it almost seemed unnatural. She looked at his broad back and narrow waist, admired the way his jeans hugged his firm ass. She decided right then she was going to see that ass naked. She had to. Fuck being scared and fuck the job if she had to give it up in order to get Dylan’s pants off because of some stupid employer-employee BS. Some sacrifices were worth making.
A rush of movement caught her attention. Bill was running, and not just jogging or half-ass running like he was trying to catch a bus. He was running like the devil himself had decided he wanted to chat with him. He got in a piece-of-shit car and sped off, not even slowing down when he pulled out onto the road, not that there was any traffic at this hour to worry about.
She looked back at Dylan as he watched the car speed away. Even after it was out of sight, he continued staring off into the night. She ran to him, remembering the gunshot. What if he had been shot after all? What if the big oaf wasn’t turning around because he didn’t want her to see the blood? She grabbed his shoulder. “Dylan, are you okay?”
He turned his head and looked at her, his eyes seeming to glow. She gasped and took a step back. He reached out towards her, sharp-looking claws extending beyond his fingertips. “Don’t run, Stephanie. You’re safe.”
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