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Title: Wolf Ranch: Feral
Author: Renee Rose & Vanessa Vale
Genre: Paranormal Romance


About Wolf Ranch: Feral

Pack Rule #3: The alpha must mate.

The stronger the alpha, the greater the danger.

Moon madness could claim me any time now.

I’ve looked all over the continent, gone to mating games, but I still haven’t found the she-wolf meant to be mine. I’ve already become too feral in bed.

I’m not safe—not for random females. Especially not the human variety.

One just moved into the ranch next door. She’s way too tempting. And I’m way too dangerous.

I have to stay away. I don’t dare get near her.

Because I would die before I ever let anything harm the little human.

Including me.

Excerpt

Rob had gone still the moment I came close, like a predator preparing to pounce. His gaze was locked on mine, and the intensity in his eyes was no longer frustration. It was heat. “Oh, angel.” His voice was soft and low. He stepped forward, closing the distance between us. “My plans for you have nothing to do with your land.”

“Then I guess it has more to do with what you saw earlier?” I cocked my head, letting my lips curve at the edges.

His gaze raked down to the peaks of my nipples through the thin robe, then to the hem, which ended far above my knees.

He pressed his hand against his dick, which visibly ran down the inside of his thigh. Oh damn. Was that all for me? I was pretty sure my eyes widened. I knew my lips parted. He was as huge as I remembered.

A smirk formed on his mouth when he observed my reaction to his rather noticeable interest.

“And what I heard.” The roughness of his voice had smoothed into dark velvet. “I won’t ever forget the way you sound and how you look when you’re getting fucked. It’s a good thing it was a toy you were playing with because if it was some other guy and his dick was in you, I’d have to kill him. Tell me, angel, did you finish after I left?”

In the porch light, his eyes took on an uncanny glow.

Slowly, I shook my head. “No. You killed the mood.” If I didn’t sound so breathless, my words might’ve been the wet blanket I intended.

Oh, who was I kidding? I did want to ride this cocky cowboy. I’d been denying it all day. Yes, it was crazy to have the hots for the guy who broke into my house. Usually, I arrested someone who did that. But I wasn’t a DEA agent with Rob. I was just a woman who had needs. There wasn’t anything wrong with having them scratched by him.

“Good.” The syllable came out as pure satisfaction.

“Good?” I put my hands on my hips, which had the unfortunate effect of loosening the sash on my robe and parting the V at my chest.

Rob groaned, staring at the exposed curves like a starved man. “Yeah, good,” he rumbled. “The next time you come it will be beneath me.”

“Oh really?” I shot out, but my mouth stretched into a reluctant grin. My bare pussy slickened, moisture leaking onto my inner thighs at how bossy he was. I didn’t like bossy men. They annoyed me. But Rob? I loved it although I wasn’t going to let him know that.

His nostrils flared, and his eyes did that trick of glowing again—almost yellow instead of brown. He stepped even closer, gripping the sides of my robe at my chest. I caught his hands, unsure whether he was going to close or open it. I was unsure which action I wanted.

“Uh huh,” he murmured in a smooth-as-whisky tone. “Real dick. Bigger than your dildo. Guaranteed to please.” He lowered his head, and I found myself tilting my chin to let him brush his lips across mine.

For someone so fierce, he slid his mouth over mine slowly once. Again. Then his tongue swept between my lips, and my arms looped around his neck. With all of his pent-up energy, he was actually gentle.

Until he wasn’t. He backed me against the wall beside the door and pinned my body with his, deepening the kiss until I forgot all about Jett Markle, or the job, or even what my name was supposed to be.

It was just him and me. His lips on mine. His large, hard body caging me in, the rock-solid bulge of his cock pressing into my belly. I could feel every hard, hot inch of him. Unlike Jett, Rob smelled good. Like hard work and hot man. I couldn’t explain it, but it called to me. I craved it, wanted to breathe him in all the time. When he eased back, rubbing his lips like he was still tasting me, his lids were at half-mast.

“Think about my offer,” he rumbled and released my robe. He set his hat back on his head. I had no idea how he’d done all that with his hat in one hand, but he had.

I drew in a shaky breath, my pussy clenching. “I will.” The words wobbled as they came out.

Rob backed away, tipping his hat before he walked into the darkness.

As I pushed into the house, my legs trembled. And it wasn’t from fear.

Damn.

Maybe I should’ve invited him in because the ache I’d felt for him before was nothing compared to this. One taste of Rob Wolf, and I was hooked. I was a DEA agent, but he was my drug. And I wanted more.

 


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About Renee Rose
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE loves a dominant, dirty-talking alpha hero! She's sold over a half million copies of steamy romance with varying levels of kink. Her books have been featured in USA Today's Happily Ever After and Popsugar. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won Spunky and Sassy's Favorite Sci-Fi and Anthology author, The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author. She's hit the USA Today list five times with various anthologies.


About Vanessa Vale
Vanessa Vale is the USA Today bestselling author of sexy romance novels, including her popular Bridgewater historical romance series and hot contemporary romances. With over one million books sold, Vanessa writes about unapologetic bad boys who don’t just fall in love, they fall hard. Her books are available worldwide in multiple languages in e-book, print, audio and even as an online game. When she’s not writing, Vanessa savors the insanity of raising two boys and figuring out how many meals she can make with a pressure cooker. While she’s not as skilled at social media as her kids, she loves to interact with readers.





 

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