Shadow of the Wolf

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Strike a match, light the candle…and fall into the spell.
Christopher Beckett is from an ancient line of wizards, but with one aspect that sets him apart. His wolf. Right now that
wolf is howling for a mate. Knowing it’s only a matter of time before the wolf’s needs override everything else in his life,
Chris casts the spell all the Becketts have used to call their mates to them.

His wish list is short: She must be of a lineage at least as old as his own. And she must accept his wolf. When his mate
appears, he realizes his list should have been one item longer.

Alannah Evans, a powerful witch of the Evans Coven, has no problem with Chris’s wolf. It’s the wizard part that sticks in
her magical craw. Witches and wizards have always been at odds, so by rights, she and Chris shouldn’t be striking
sparks of attraction this bright. But Chris will not be denied, and gradually she finds herself trusting him—then falling into
the fire of desire.

When it becomes clear an old enemy has targeted them both for death, Chris charges into a duel that could cost him his
life. Or worse: Lana.

Warning: Product contains explicit sex, graphic language, magic, mayhem, and a wet, naked wolf shifter bearing hot
chocolate. Mmm… chocolate.

Read an Excerpt from Shadow of the Wolf:

I’m following a wolf through the woods in rural Pennsylvania after it attacked a man who told me he was going to kill me, and
somehow my inner warning signal is okay with that. Lana pinched the fleshy part of her arm hard. “OW!”

The wolf stopped and looked back, its head tilted to the side.

“Nope, not dreaming.” Lana rubbed at her arm, hoping it wouldn’t bruise. She hadn’t meant to pinch quite that hard.

The wolf huffed and turned, heading off once more. Of the two strangers she’d met in the woods tonight, Lana
considered the wolf less dangerous, at least to her. The way the big wolf had acted after she’d hit the man on the head
with that branch had been surreal, but not very frightening at all. The sense of safety she’d been heading towards had
centered itself on the wolf, and she’d felt compelled to follow wherever it led.

The big wolf led her through the woods, his footfalls silent and sure. The few times she lost sight of the wolf it returned,
tugging on her hand to lead her forward.

I hope wherever we’re going I can take my boots off. My feet are killing me.

“Are we there yet?”

Up ahead the wolf gave a strange chuffing cough.

“And I’m sure I’d understand that if I spoke fluent woof.”

The wolf stopped, staring back at her for a moment.

“What?”

The wolf gave a shake of its head before moving forward once again.

“Yup, you’re male.”

Once again that proud head turned towards her. She could almost sense the question it wanted to ask.

“You haven’t once stopped for directions and you don’t make a lick of sense.”

Those golden eyes narrowed, almost as if… Nah. Not possible. Grammy had told her a long time ago that shapeshifters
were a myth. Although he could be someone’s familiar. That would explain how he seems to understand me. But even
familiars didn’t have the level of intelligence this wolf seemed to possess, unless it was under a compulsion spell of some
kind.

And anyone who put a compulsion spell on someone else wasn’t someone she wanted to meet.

She felt the magical barriers before they passed through them, early enough that she stopped before going in. “Wait.”

The wolf, on the other side of the barrier, yipped impatiently.

“No way. I have no clue what’s on the other side. For all I know you actually work for tall blond and dorky. That could be
an evil lair you’re luring me to.” Not that she actually believed that, but for some reason her instincts were telling her that
crossing that border meant nothing would ever be the same again. She wasn’t certain yet if that was a good thing or a
bad thing, since her insides were currently filled with butterflies doing a crazy, half-scared, half-excited mambo.

The wolf lowered his dark head, golden eyes closed. She could almost hear the pleas for patience.

Guess that answers that question. A familiar, then. At least she knew for certain now that she was dealing with someone
magical. “Besides, judging from the look and feel, whoever’s on the other side is a wizard.” The wolf’s head snapped up.
“Not sure I’m so eager to meet up with another one of those any time soon.” The wolf slowly shook his head. “Well, what
would you do if you were in my,” she looked down at her feet “boots?”

The wolf snorted.

“Yes, I know, Pup in Boots, doggie drag, call it what you will. The question remains. Would you put your life into an
unknown wizard’s hands?”

The image of the wolf blurred until a tall, wet, naked man stood in front of her.

“You already did.”

Lana blinked. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out, other than a whimpered “Ugh.”

The man’s lips twitched. “Are you coming through or do you like getting rained on?”

Lana squeaked.

Hot, wet, naked male, with dark hair and golden eyes. Golden eyes.

Sorry, Grammy, looks like you were wrong.

The man’s mouth curved up into a sensuous smile. “Of course this would be a great deal more fun if you were also
naked.”

“Guh.”

He held out his hand. “Come to me.”

Lana hesitated. There was something about his stance, about the way he phrased that command, that worried her.
There was something irrevocable about it that had her wanting to take a quick step back.

The smile left his face. Determination hardened his features. “Come to me.”

The whispered seduction of his voice wrapped around her, teasing her senses, tugging her forward until she crossed the
barrier, mambo dancing butterflies be damned.

Well, fuck. Looks like I get to dance with a wizard after all.

Shadow of the Wolf
Heart's Desire Book 1
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Lenght: Novel

Coming in eBook
September 18, 2012 from
Samhain Publishing!

This book has been previously published
and maybe revised from its original
release.