Wolf Hunt (Collection)
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by Marie Treanor
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Science Fiction
Description: Book Summary Who's hunting whom? A man wakes up naked and alone in a city doorway -- with no memory of how he got there or who he is. For journalist Rose Winter, a wolf story begins to converge with the sexy naked man she's trying to help. And a chain of events is set in motion that may change Earth's future... Human-wolf hybrids, created by a top secret government project, have been released into the world to find and destroy alien infiltrators. But once these soldiers begin to think for themselves, their missions are complicated by attraction, sex and divided loyalties. Publisher's Note: This collection contains the previously released novellas Urban Wolf, Forest Wolf, Cry for the Moon, and Galactic Wolf.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: May 2011
3 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [336 KB]
Reading time: 210-295 min.
Praise for Urban Wolf "This is a science fiction spin on a werewolf story, and it mixes suspense and a dash of political conspiracy with a sensual love story to create a unique and intriguing reading experience. I am definitely looking forward to reading the future stories in the Wolf Hunt series to see what Ms. Treanor has in store for us." -- BD Whitney, Book Wenches "Urban Wolf - a well-written mix of futuristic and paranormal elements - is the first book in the Wolf Hunt trilogy by Marie Treanor. What a fantastic read!" -- Merrylee, Fallen Angel Reviews "Ms. Treanor mixes action, a hunky shapeshifting wolf, murder, suspense, secrets, and some hot sex to make this one of the best books I've read in a while." -- Magnolia, Whipped Cream Reviews Praise for Forest Wolf LR Cafe's Best Sci Fi/Futuristic Book - 2009 Nominee "The sexual tension between these two characters simmers, then boils, then explodes! You can always expect a story that is different with lots of twists and turns from this clever author. She is one of my top favs!" 4 Hearts! -- Valerie, Love, Romances, and More Praise for Cry for the Moon "I highly recommend this to fans of any and all genres, as it will appeal to everyone. I know that I will read this one over and over again." -- Theresa Joseph, The Romance Studio "The love scenes are steamy hot, so keep a cloth nearby to wipe your monitor and a cold drink to cool you down." 4 Hearts! --Dawn, Love Romances and More Praise for Galactic Wolf "In Galactic Wolf Ms. Treanor spins a realistic, well-plotted sci-fi tale in a minimum amount of words. Her appealing, credible characters immediately sucked me into the story. While this book has a fair amount of action, it's largely driven by character emotion. The love that blossoms between the Yuri and Cereza is sudden but convincing; the sex between them was hot, yet emotionally moving." -- Merrylee, Fallen Angel Reviews
"Hey, what's going on?"
The female voice seemed to cut through his skin. Clear, brisk, curious, with a warm pitch that spoke straight to his cock. Or would have, had that organ not been so shrivelled with rain and cold. A ripple moved through the hostile crowd. Voices muttered and he had to strain to catch the words.
"I know her. I'm sure I do."
"Who is she?"
"She's that girl on the newscreens. Shit, she's probably got a camera. I'm off..."
Threatening arms in the crowd lowered. Stones dropped casually on the ground with a scattering of dull thuds and several people drifted away.
A young woman emerged from the dispersing crowd, pushing down a rain hood to reveal luxuriant long hair of a bright and rare shade of amber, falling around a face that he supposed was beautiful. Certainly, her bone structure was exquisite, her lips full and tempting, her eyes large and brown...
But it wasn't her beauty or her melting eyes that truly caught his attention. It was her smell. Frowning, he tried to place it. Did he know her? Surely that scent was familiar... Something about it filled his mind with visions of naked, sweating bodies, mainly his own and hers.
She came to an abrupt halt and stared at him. Oh yes, she was highly fuckable, and yet, stronger than his upsurge of unexpected and inconvenient lust was the desire to put his hands around her elegant, swan-like neck and strangle her.
He flexed his fingers.
The older woman was explaining. "Art found him asleep in his doorway when he came home from night shift. Must be a drunk or a down-and-out, some kind of pervert too. Look at him!"
After her first flickering glance, the newcomer seemed to be rather determinedly focusing on his face. "He must be freezing," she said unexpectedly. In an instant, she'd stripped off her raincoat, revealing an orange bodysuit that seemed to match her hair, and bright, chunky beads around her throat. She advanced upon him.
He fell back, giving ground before her as he hadn't before the stone-throwing mob.
She paused. "I won't hurt you. What's your name?"
His throat closed up. Panic threatened to resurface. Her eyes searched his. Every hair on his body stood up in alarm. Though he'd no idea who she was, either, his every instinct was against trusting her.
"Where does he live?" she flung over her shoulder.
Silence and a few shrugs. "Why's he scared of her?" someone muttered.
Scared? Was he? Forcing himself, he stayed still when she took another step nearer to him. Maybe. But it felt like a powerful tug of lust. Mixed with an equally strong urge to exterminate her.
"He's not scared of her," answered another voice with a definite snigger. "He likes her."
She heard them. He could see it in the color soaring into her neck and face. He even admired the way she deliberately didn't so much as glance at his growing cock. And yet it didn't embarrass him. Perhaps he was an exhibitionist after all.