Werewolf for Hire
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by Melanie Thompson
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Romance
Description: Thomas Wolfheart, call-sign House, shifts into a huge, black wolf. He's big, he's strong, he's a badass. House had to leave the Seals when he was badly injured. Now he uses his werewolf powers and his fighting skills for the Company. House is feeling the need to find the one mate he can love for a lifetime. A love he can cherish and call his own. Alexandra Lopez, call-sign Daisy, is House's second in command and one of the hottest chicks House has ever seen as well as being a warrior and a werewolf. Daisy can hold her own against any man, but loves women almost as much as House. The two run together as wolves and fight for the Company. When they both fall for U.N. aid worker Sarah Christianson, all hell breaks loose. Sarah Christianson is in Somalia feeding the starving for the United Nations. Sheltered all her life by her diplomat father, she's a virgin. When she's kidnapped by Somali pirates, House and Daisy are sent to rescue her. The rescue goes bad when al Shebab shows up. The three are on the run across miles of Somali desert. Which wolf will win her heart? Or will she love and give herself to both? Will they survive al Qaida, al Shebab, the pirates and a tribe of Bedouin werewolves to find love that last for a lifetime?
eBook Publisher: Ravenous Romance, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: July 2012
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [225 KB]
Reading time: 147-206 min.
The sky was filled with stars but no moon. Thomas Wolfheart, call-sign House, glanced at the six remaining members of his team and slipped behind a rock. He stripped off his khakis, black shirt, ammo belt, and armor plates in a flash. His skeleton contorted, his flesh stretched and black fur sprouted to cover his body. He gazed at a world as bright as day through silver eyes. House was a werewolf, black as the night, a huge, two-hundred-pound apex killer.
In a single bound, House cleared the boulders hiding his team. Dropping into a stalking crouch, he slunk down the hill toward the insurgents. He smelled them before he reached them. Two were smoking cheap Turkish cigarettes; they smelled like a mix of goat, garlic, and shit. The entire country smelled like goat and shit. House had traveled a lot for the Company and discovered every country had its own peculiar odor.
It was hard to control the urge to kill when he was a wolf. He knew his mission, but he craved the hot, sweet taste of blood.
There were twenty Afghani men of all ages in the group waiting for his team to walk into their trap. The two standing guard were smoking. He slunk up behind one wrapped in a checkered head scarf and pounced. His huge jaws clamped around the man's head. He felt his fangs sink into soft human flesh. Blood spurted as he crushed his victim's skull, filling his mouth with the vibrant taste of the kill. The last sound his victim emitted was a whimper. His friend took one look at House, shrieked like a frightened girl, and ran for his comrades.
The gigantic wolf crouched over the dead Afghani, panting and dripping bloody saliva as he glared at the group through a red haze of blood lust. Once released, his inner demon was impossible to stop. He leaped into the middle of the ragtag group with a huge growl and tore into them. They screamed and called for his god to help. As they fired their weapons in all directions, he dispatched them with terrible efficiency. The ones that didn't die took off down the mountains, screaming high-pitched wails of pure terror. House heard them. They thought a demon from hell had descended on them from the night sky. In a way, they were right.
Problem solved, House bounded up the hill, morphed back into his human body, and dressed. Daisy waited at the edge of their small hole in the rock-covered slope. "Heard them screaming. You get 'em all?"
He grinned. Alexandra Lopez, call-sign Daisy, was hot and she was a warrior. It was a dynamite combination. She had to be the most desirable woman he'd ever met, but Daisy liked girls almost as much as he did. "Nah, I think I killed five or six. The rest will still be running tomorrow."
"Scared 'em, huh?"
"Out of their ever-loving minds."