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by Marisa Chenery
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Lilin, the owner of Love's Nest a B & B in Strange Hollow, always knew her mate would be a werewolf. As a succubus who had been born beautiful instead of ugly, and her refusing to seduce men to steal their energy, she was disowned by her family. When a new werewolf comes to town, she knows he is the one for her. Even though he displays all the signs of his mating urge kicking in when around her, he refuses to claim her as his. Not willing to let him get away, Lilin has a few tricks up her sleeve to get him to change his mind. Galen had come to Strange Hollow to start out fresh. His nose has been the bane of his existence. Whenever he meets a woman he is attracted to, his nose tells him she is the one meant for him. Only after he has slept with her does he find out she isn't. Not wanting to take a chance that she isn't his mate, Galen had made it a practice to seduce every woman that set off his mating urge. Of course, it caused more problems than not with the rest of the male werewolves in his pack. Deciding to go lone wolf to get away from his problems, Galen tries to fight his mating urge when he meets Lilin. Knowing she isn't really his mate, he tries to resist her. But the question is, how long can he stay strong when the woman he wishes was his does everything she can to get him into bed?
eBook Publisher: Atlantic Bridge/Liquid Silver Book, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: August 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [101 KB]
Reading time: 69-97 min.
Lilin Love stood from where she had been kneeling in front of a flowerbed and stretched her back. She let her gaze run over the red roses and white lilies that filled the flowerbed at the front of Love's Nest, her bed and breakfast. She gave a nod when she didn't see any weeds hidden among the flowers. Lilin tried to weed her flowerbeds every couple of days. A bit of a perfectionist, she liked to keep the grass and flowerbeds well maintained.
She brushed the dirt from her gardening gloves and took them off. Her cell phone started to ring and vibrate in her jeans' front pocket. Looking at who was calling, Lilin smiled. It was her friend Daker. Daker, a werewolf, had recently found his mate. Thora was human, but she also happened to be a jinx--the result of being cursed. Daker and Thora had managed to break the part of the curse where Thora was to be the death of the man she fell in love with, but the jinx part had stuck. Ending the curse had also resulted in Thora's life force being tied to Daker's.
Lilin flipped open her cell phone. "What happened this time, Daker?" Thora being what she was, things tended to fall apart, break, or just stop working around her. Daker seemed to call Lilin more often than not to borrow a tool he knew she had and he didn't own that would fix whatever had broken. Being a bit of a handyman, or handywoman, Lilin usually had what Daker called looking for.
Daker chuckled. "Who says anything happened?"
"Let's see," Lilin said. "Already this week your toilet turned into a geyser and the legs of your kitchen table just happened to fall off. All at the same time."
Daker chuckled again. "You got me there. Well, I'm not calling because something broke. Thora asked me to call to see if you wanted to come over and watch a movie with us this evening. She thinks you're alone too much."
"I don't mind being by myself. Once I find my mate I won't be alone."
"Yeah, yeah," Daker said. "You're just waiting for your mate, who will happen to be a werewolf, to walk up to your front door and sweep you off your feet. Until then, you're more than welcome to come over to our place."
"I'll think about it." At the sound of footsteps coming up behind her, Lilin turned to face the street. Her breath hitched when she caught sight of the man walking up the front path. "I have to go, Daker. I'll call you later." She snapped her cell phone closed and shoved it back into her jeans' front pocket.
Lilin couldn't tear her eyes away from the man that was headed her way. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. His straight, dark brown hair that fell just past his shoulders, shone in the bright sunlight. He wore snug-fitting blue jeans and a grey T-shirt that showed off his heavily muscled frame. He held a black leather jacket over his shoulder while he carried a black motorcycle helmet in his other hand. Lilin looked around him and saw the red Yamaha sport motorcycle parked on the street in front of the B and B. A large backpack was strapped to the back of the seat.
Lilin sucked in a breath as her gaze met his blue-green eyes. Being a succubus, Lilin could read life forces. The man who approached her was most definitely a werewolf. His extreme good looks and above-average height, she guessed he had to be six-foot-nine, also marked him as one.
Her heart started to race once he stood before her. His eyes widened slightly and took on a muted glow for a split second before he seemed to get a hold of himself. Lilin felt excitement course through her body. Could he be her werewolf? Glowing eyes was the sure sign of a male werewolf's interest in one of the opposite sex. She smiled. "Can I help you?"
His gaze swept the length of her body before he looked back up at her face. "I was wondering if you had a room available."
The husky timbre of his voice seemed to go right through her to her pussy. Lilin had to bite back a moan. "I have one. How long will you be staying?"
His grip on his jacket tightened until Lilin heard the leather creak. "I'm not sure yet. I guess as long as it will take for me to find my own place here in Strange Hollow. I heard this town is the place for someone like me, for someone who doesn't ... quite fit in."
Lilin couldn't see anything on the outside that would mark him as different from other werewolves, but that didn't mean anything. Herself, for example, she may have been born with supermodel good looks, but that was not normal for a succubus. Her good looks, and the fact that she refused to seduce men to steal their energy, had caused her family to disown her. Strange Hollow was a sanctuary for those of the paranormal kind who didn't fit in with their own. A place where they could be themselves without any repercussions.
She nodded. "Welcome to Strange Hollow. All who are ... different are accepted for what they are. If you plan to move here, you'll have to meet Jacinda. She's the founder of Strange Hollow. She also has the final say as to who gets to stay."
"I'll be sure to do that." His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath.
His gaze swept her body again while his eyes glowed for another split second. Lilin felt her pussy clench and wetness pool between her legs. She had found Daker very attractive when they had first met. She had even hoped he would be the werewolf for her, but that hadn't been the case. But the attraction she felt for this werewolf that stood in front of her was much, much stronger than anything she had ever felt for Daker. The thought of him sleeping at the B and B, even if it was in another bedroom, had Lilin's body going up in flames.
She held out her hand. "I'm Lilin Love. I own Love's Nest."
He put the motorcycle helmet down on the ground at his feet before he closed his large hand around hers. Lilin felt a jolt of awareness shoot up her arm. "I'm Galen Blackwood." His voice sounded even huskier as his thumb stroked the inside of her wrist.
Lilin's nipples grew taut beneath her long-sleeved T-shirt. Her arousal shot up another notch as he continued to stroke her skin. "Nice to meet you, Galen. You can park your motorcycle in the driveway." Her voice broke a little. Lilin cleared her throat before she continued. "While you move your bike, I'll go inside and get the key to your room."
Galen nodded, but he didn't release her hand. His glance fell to the front of her shirt. His large chest expanded as he drew in a deep breath. He used their clasped hands to pull her closer. He bent his head, closed his eyes, and took another deep breath. Lilin couldn't stop the soft moan that pushed past her lips. Galen's eyes snapped open as he abruptly dropped her hand and took a big step back. Lilin wanted to groan with frustration.
Without another word, Galen picked up his motorcycle helmet and walked toward his bike. Lilin let out a breathy sigh as her gaze fell to his muscled ass. His jeans hugged it to perfection. Liking how things were going so far, she walked up the stairs to the front porch and let herself inside the B and B. She had a good feeling about Galen.
Galen draped his leather coat over the seat of his motorcycle and hung his helmet from the handlebars. He put the bike in neutral, took it off the kickstand and pushed it up the driveway. He could have started it and driven it up, but he needed the physical exertion. His damn nose was up to its old tricks again. It happened to him every time.
Every damn time he found himself attracted to a woman his nose told him she was the one, she was his mate. His mating urge would sink its claws into him, demanding he claim the woman as his own, only to find out once they had slept together that she wasn't the one after all. It always ended up the same, but not wanting to take the chance that the woman truly was his mate, Galen slept with every woman who set off his mating urge. To say it had caused more than a little tension for him inside his pack was putting it mildly. It finally had gotten so bad he had decided going lone wolf was better than having to fight any more of the enraged males in his pack. His nose hadn't cared whether the woman already had a prospective mate or not.
Now his mating urge had sunk its claws into him again. When Galen had driven up to the quaint English-style two-story cottage he had noticed Lilin crouched down working in the flowerbed. Her long, wavy blonde hair had drawn his attention. As she had stood and stretched her back, he couldn't help noticing her curvy body, or how her hair fell to the small of her back. It wasn't until she had turned around and her scent had carried in the wind in his direction that he felt as if someone had sucker punched him in the gut. His cock had gone instantly rock-hard. Lilin was more than beautiful with her exceptional good looks. With her face, she could have easily passed for a female werewolf, but her scent had told him she wasn't one. It also told him she wasn't human either. He didn't know what she was, but with his mating urge riding him he pretty much didn't care.
Galen pushed his bike up to the front of the garage and put on the kickstand. His movements were jerky and rough as he unleashed the large backpack from the seat of the motorcycle. He had to get a grip on himself. The days of him chasing down every woman that set off his mating urge were no longer. Having the majority of the male members of his pack rise up and threaten him with more than bodily harm if he didn't change his ways had been more than enough to smarten him up. The thought of being castrated because his nose didn't want to work properly had taught him it was long past time he kept his dick in his pants. Situated at the base of Mt. Mitchell in North Carolina, Strange Hollow would be the place for him to start off with a clean slate.
Determined to keep the clawing need to get Lilin under him at bay, Galen shrugged his backpack over one shoulder and picked up his leather jacket along with his helmet. He took a deep calming breath. The scent of the roses and lilies that grew in the front flowerbeds helped to clear some of Lilin's scent from his nose. He could do this. He might end up walking around with a perpetual hard-on, but he wouldn't let his mating urge get the better of him.
Galen pulled open the front door and stepped inside. The whole cottage feel to the B and B carried on in the inside. Bright pastel colors and gleaming hardwood floors met his gaze. He walked past a not overly large living room done in pink and red as he followed Lilin's scent to the back of the house. He found her inside the kitchen, sitting at the table as she filled out a sheet of paper.
Lilin looked up from what she was doing and motioned him to take a seat across from her. She pushed the piece of paper and pen his way. "Once you fill out the registration, I'll take you up to your room. I'm usually up pretty early in the mornings, but there really isn't any set time for breakfast. For the rest of your meals, there's Maude's Diner on Main Street."
Galen nodded, and pulled the paperwork closer. He picked up the pen and quickly filled in the blank spaces. Lilin's scent wafted across the table. He had to bite back a growl of need when he smelled the scent of her arousal mixed in it. Staying under the same roof without taking her to bed would be his own personal hell, but he would have to endure. He had come to Strange Hollow to get a fresh start. He wasn't about to blow it by sleeping with the first woman who set him off.
After he signed at the bottom of the page, he pushed it back over to Lilin. She gave it a cursory glance, then stood. "I'll take you up to your room. You're my only guest, so you don't have to worry about it getting too crowded in here."
Following Lilin out of the kitchen and up the stairs, Galen kept a death grip on his backpack. Could it get any worse? It would be bad enough being under the same roof as Lilin, but to know it would only be him and her made it that much worse. He was either going to have to spend most of the hours of the day locked in his room or out of the B and B.
Once at the top of the stairs, Lilin led him to the end of the hall and opened the door. She stepped aside for him to go inside. "I thought this one would be more to your liking. It's a bit more masculine than the others. The bathroom is the first door on the left hand side." She pointed down the short hallway.
Galen moved through the doorway and looked around. The walls had been painted a silvery-grey. A king-sized sleigh bed, done in black wood, sat in the center of the room with the headboard close to one wall. A matching dresser sat against another wall kitty-corner to the bed. The only feminine thing about the room was the grey toile comforter on the bed.
He nodded. "The room's great." Turning around, his body slammed up against the front of Lilin's. He hadn't heard her come up behind him. He dropped his backpack and grabbed her upper arms to steady her. "Sorry. I didn't see you there."
Lilin took a deep breath, causing the tips of her breasts to brush against his chest. Her gaze latched onto his mouth. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have gotten so close." The tip of her tongue came out and flicked across her lips.
Already aroused almost to the point of pain, having Lilin pressed to his front while she stared at his mouth as if she wanted to devour him, ended up being too much. With his blood roaring in his ears, Galen tightened his grip on her upper arms and bent his head to claim her lips.
As he angled his lips across hers, Lilin sighed into his mouth. He deepened the kiss as he pushed his tongue inside. The taste of her caused a low growl of need to rumble out of his chest. When she sucked on his tongue, his cock hardened even more. The taste of her seemed to go straight to his head. He ached to push her down onto the bed behind him and have her under him as he sheathed his aching cock between her legs.
Galen's need to have Lilin was so great he unthinkingly started to inch backward with her toward the bed. Lust pounded through his body, blocking everything else out but the need to slake it. Lilin's hands came up and fisted the front of his T-shirt. Something hard jabbed into his chest, but he ignored it.
It wasn't until Lilin moaned that Galen snapped out of the haze of arousal that had taken him over. Lifting his head, he pushed her away. His breath sawed in and out of his chest as he took in Lilin's flushed face and kiss-bruised lips. Seeing her like that made him ache for her even more, but he ruthlessly pulled himself together. He would not do this. He could resist.
Knowing if he didn't get Lilin out of his room now, before he did something he would regret later, Galen took the key that she limply held in her still upraised hand. When Lilin just stood there as if she were still dazed, he took her by the upper arm and hustled her out the bedroom door. Once he had her out in the hallway, he shut the door and locked it for good measure. He leaned with his hands on the back of the door and hung his head. That had been too damn close. Now that he had gotten a taste of Lilin, he knew he would ache to taste her again. He was in for a fun ride.