Tamara’s spicy scent thrills, seduces and weakens him like no other. She is his and he wants her. Unfortunately, she is done with men. Tamara’s been burned too many times in the past and she’s not looking for a relationship…. ever. But when she finds a stray dog on her doorstep she decides she wants a relationship with a male, after all- that of pet and pet owner.
Josh is not a dog and he has no interest in staying her pet. He has one burning desire- Tamara- in his bed, nightly and permanently. He will stop at nothing to convince Tamara they are better together and that he needs her, forever.
Their paths are intertwined and their future is inevitable but will Tamara allow Josh to love, cherish and protect her? Or will she say good-bye to the amazing, dedicated man whose loyalty and sweet promises could shatter her walls completely and consume her with desire?
Mmm. He was good…
He was also mysterious and dangerous. Regardless, she was safe and protected with him except, of course, at times like this. Right now, Tamara needed more than simple protection from his gleaming, golden-brown eyes, and the wonderful feeling of his hands roaming slow, caressing every inch of her, unfastening barriers along the way.
She moaned while examining her current, vulnerable situation as he nuzzled and laved at her neck. Somehow, he crumbled her resolve easily, in ways she hadn’t experienced with anyone.
The familiar sound of her pants zipper opening jolted her back to reality. His fingers delved below, re-exploring familiar territory with ease and finesse, strumming her like an expert guitarist. She arched her back and moaned.
God, he was good.
Their bodies stuck together, as if separation was unthinkable. She shivered while she ran her fingers down his muscled arms. He was strong, powerful yet he wouldn’t harm her. That was an undeniable fact—a simple truth as breathing air if there was any left in the room, that is. Had their combined body heat chased out all the available oxygen?
Never mind. She’d survive or perish with a smile. She re-focused her senses on the beautiful man above her.
“Tamara, my sweet little minx, you’re not fooling me at all,” he whispered into her ear. His hands further explored the canvas of her body. Blunt teeth nibbled a long line down the side of her sensitive neck in between warm breaths.
“You’re trying to be coy, playing sweet and innocent with me but you forget—I know you, Tamara. You’re not innocent, but you are delicious and sweet.” He growled. “I’m going to enjoy devouring every one of your tasty treats.” A shiver of delight tumbled through her, kindling and arousing her interest.
“Soulmate,” he whispered against her neck. He marked her with a burning kiss. His beautiful eyes hid under heavy lids while his tongue planted wet, passionate caresses down her neck.
She mewed, gripping the bed sheet between her fingers, singing praises of his sexual prowess.
“You’re mine. Mine.” He roared. His strong arms whipped around her waist and drew her closer to him.
He was a predator but instead of fighting him as she probably should, she became his willing—very wanting—prey. Her body succumbed, arching, and calling to him like a siren, craving and anticipating his dominance.
I should be running from him, making a beeline out the door, but here I am helpless, watching him and liking it, waiting for him to take me in any way he wants. Damn it. I’m weak and I can’t help it. I want him.
How had she become involved with a wolf anyway? In the beginning, he’d been a stray dog on her doorstep that snuck into her home. She took him to the vet’s office one year ago and everything changed after that…
Welcome to my world-
I have always had an interest in the strange and unusual and I’m a romantic by heart. So how did I come into writing, you ask? Well, I stumbled into it. Yeah, that’s pretty much what happened. I never pictured myself as a writer but sometime in 2011, craving some kind of excitement and adventure in my life; I jotted down a few notes for a book idea and never looked back. Funny part is, the notes I wrote never became a book, instead I took on subjects as wolf-shifters and angels and created their worlds and I have loved every minute of it.
I write passion-filled paranormal romance- weaving tales of alpha males willing to do anything for the one feisty, curvaceous, strong-willed woman who has won their heart. They will go to any length to please their mate, in and out of the bed.
I invite you, lovely readers, to enter my world, relax in an easy-chair, sip a soothing beverage, stay and be entertained. I write for you.
Western Romance has always been my first love but I also write hot contemporary romance under my pen name A.L. Simpson.
In my Westerns I love to write about knock ‘em down - drag ‘em out fights, outlaws, bank robbery, stage hold-ups and romance.
In my Contemporary’s I write f/m, m/m and m/m/f. I usually draw on experiences for these and they usually cause more than a few tears for the readers.
When I am not writing I enjoy walking our dogs – 2 elderly Jack Russell Terriers - with my husband and travelling both overseas and in Australia.
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