Trapping a Wolf
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by Michelle Hasker
Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica
Description: Part of the proceeds from the sale of this eBook and the other eBooks of the Sanctuary Moon Anthology will go to the Full Moon Farm a sanctuary for abused and refused wolf-dogs and captive-bred wolves. Trapping Malcolm in a mountain cabin for the weekend had sounded like fun at first. She's had the hots for him forever. When Malcolm doesn't return her enthusiasm, the dream weekend turns into the weekend from hell. Between the raging blizzard, and a sulking Malcolm who acts like a caged animal. With it more than obvious they'll never be more than friends, Kristi decides to drown her sorrows in a bottle. But as the night wears on, she begins to wonder if there may be a chance for them after all.
eBook Publisher: Red Rose Publishing/MC/IR, 2009 2009-04-09
eBookwise Release Date: June 2009
19 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [33 KB]
Reading time: 15-21 min.
"A cute entertaining story..." ~ Monika Blanchard, Between the Lines: WRDF Reviews "...a fun, good-humoured romp. " ~ Maija, Fallen Angel Reviews "Excellent story..." ~ Beth Foster, ParaNormal Romance.org "...a decent before bed read..." ~ Janelle, You Gotta Read Reviews
"Come on, Angela. I know you're holding out on me. Where is it?"
"Do you always talk to yourself?"
Ignoring Malcolm, I squatted down and checked the next cupboard. When my fingers wrapped around a bottle, I squealed and pulled it out. I could get drunk and ignore Mr. Grumpy Pants for the rest of the day and night.
Jumping to my feet, I danced in a circle and chanted, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" With one last spin, I ground to a halt when I slammed into a rock-hard wall. A wall with arms that grabbed onto me, holding me steady when I would have fallen.
"What's got you so excited?"
Slightly dizzy and breathless, I looked down at the bottle in my hands. I didn't even know what it was, nor did I care. "Vodka." Mmm ... Now that was something I could definitely handle drinking.
"Vodka?" Malcolm chuckled. Vibrations from his laughter rumbled through his chest and tingled through my body everywhere we touched.
I didn't want to pull away, but leaning against him like this was a bad idea. My nipples were as hard as pebbles and pressed painfully against my shirt. They were probably more than clearly visible through my thin turtleneck. I pulled away and turned around so he wouldn't see. I should have left my sweater on, but I'd gotten so hot staring at Malcolm, I'd needed to take off a layer of clothes. Just thinking about his chocolate brown eyes and his dark skin made my body heat up again. I licked my lips and focused on the vodka bottle.
"Planning on getting me drunk so you can take advantage of me?"