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Savannah was violated in the worst way possible by someone she trusted. She now stays hidden safe within the body of her wolf. Can the love of a good man give her the strength to break out from her self-imposed exile from the human world?

Jimmy has always had a soft spot for Savannah. Will their new found love be strong enough to last when he discovers that the love of his life can shape shift into the one animal that he has always hated?


Run. Faster. Sable leaped through the air. Her fur covered legs moving as fast as the wolf body would carry her. She yipped in fright, his breath warm against the back of her neck. Muscles ached from overuse but she knew what would happen if he caught her. Pain. She’d felt it before—his big body enclosing hers, taking, claiming—never again would she be caught unaware. He was getting closer, closer. He brushed against her leg, then up along the side of her body and finally his hand rested against her shoulder. She would not go docilely. She would fight for her freedom or die trying. Death was preferable to what she had learned loving was.


“Ouch, turn loose you she-bitch!” Jimmy held his hand still as the wolf dog clamped her teeth around his wrist. The hybrid was yipping with her legs twitching as if chasing a rabbit. At first he’d thought it funny, but the wolf seemed to become upset as if in pain and so he grabbed her shoulder to wake her only to get an arm full of teeth for his trouble.


The wolf growled low in her throat but released his wrist.


Jimmy rubbed his arm; no skin was broken but red marks remained to remind him that he was dealing with a wild animal. “I don’t know how I get myself talked into these messes. I could be out playing pool or better yet sitting in my own house with my feet up relaxing. Instead, I’m babysitting your fuzzy ass.”


Sable stared intently at Jimmy. She had been dreaming about Marcus and had never meant to hurt Jimmy; she was beginning to like him. Gently, she licked the wound she had inflicted.


“Don’t try to butter up to me now; just because your owner spoils you rotten, you’re not getting the same treatment from me. For half a cent I’d lock you in the kennels and go home but I know Jilly and Dylan will be calling from their honeymoon to check up on your pampered ass.” He laid his head on the brown sofa and let the wolf console him. Truth be told, she held a special place in his heart. Her blue eyes always looked so sad, almost haunted, and made him feel the need to protect and comfort. And for a man that absolutely hated wolves, this was no small admission.


Jimmy absent mindedly stroked the she-wolf’s head. “She’ll be home soon girl.” His words were whispered softly as his eyes drifted closed. He listened to the deep breaths of the she-wolf; it was calming. He wasn’t sleeping well on Jilly’s too small couch but couldn’t bring himself to crawl into Jilly’s bed knowing what she and Dylan had certainly done in said bed. It just didn’t sit right with him. He had tried to sleep in Savannah’s bed but the she-wolf had been stretched out on it and any attempt to get close had her baring her teeth and snarling and so he was relegated to the couch. Soon his breaths seemed to match hers as too-many-nights-spent-sleeping-in–an-unfamiliar-bed exhaustion finally claimed him.


Savannah slipped quietly from the couch. One foot at a time, her sleek wolf’s body stretched to full length with her hind end higher as her back arched. Bones cracked from being in this shape for such a long period of time. What she wouldn’t give to shed this body and take human form. But no, it was safer to be Sable; the wolf was brave and could shut out the ugliness of the world. Her padded feet made no sound as she headed for the doggy door. The night was calling to her.


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Alyssa St. James enters Blackwood Castle in a thunderstorm as The Tudor Falcon swoops above her head and she meets Dark Castle Lord, Derek Hayden.

Will they find love in a castle haunted by King Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn or will The Tudor Falcon reign forever?


Alyssa St. James had known upon her arrival at Blackwood Castle that a thunderstorm would be awaiting her. She was almost always right in her premonitions.


The cab driver reduced his speed as the rain poured down upon the road. The taxi swung around the curve with a screech of the brakes and skidded on the wet tarmac.


“How far are we from the castle?” she asked the cab driver.


“Less than five minutes down this deserted road,” he answered.


Deserted road was right. Looking through the cab window, Alyssa could see nothing. The storm had darkened the sky and the only illumination she could see was from the lightning and the car headlights. The trees and hills were endless.


“Are you sure you want to go to Blackwood Castle?” he asked in a worried tone. “It’s haunted by The Tudor Falcon.”


“Yes!” Alyssa answered with more conviction than she felt. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself. She tried to focus on what she came here for and subdue all the unwanted memories churning through her.


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“Mad? I’m furious!” Lauren huffed as only a vampire can, expelling a hint of purple-tinged haze into the front seat of John’s Cadillac.“Can’t you put the freaking Mafia off until the baby’s born?”

If John’s eyebrows arched any higher, they’d bump the roof. “I detect a trace of venom in your sweet breath, my love.”

“A trace? It’ll probably corrode the dashboard.” Lauren angled her body to the door, where a subsequent puff fogged the window with violet iridescence. “And you’re avoiding my question.” She tapped her foot on the zebra-patterned floor mat. “You just passed the Florida Bar exam, for Pete’s sake. Did your first client have to be the most dangerous man in Orlando?”

The air in the car was so thick with Lauren’s disapproval; John had to fan the space between them to squint at her. “Honey, I’ve had far more dangerous adversaries in my 500 years. He’s only human, after all.”

“Are you kidding? He has an army of contacts—all over the globe.” Lauren shook her head, rolled down the window and waved out some of the haze. “You think you’re safe because he doesn’t know you’re a vampire, but what if he finds out?” She looked back at John. “He’ll load his gun with silver bullets faster than you can say ‘Dracula.’”

“Lauren, I’ll be fine, and I would never put you and our baby in harm’s way.”

John reached over to touch Lauren’s tummy, which had recently blossomed with roundness.

“I am so not happy about this.” Lauren folded her arms over her bulge and chewed on her top lip. She continued to stew for a minute, building up her next head of steam. “What if he captures you and wraps you up in silver chains? Lots of help I’d be. I can’t even morph to bat form in my present condition.”

John ran a hand over Lauren’s hair. “You have to trust me.” He veered onto the entrance ramp for Interstate 4 and merged between two cars that were barely a Volkswagen length apart, let alone a Cadillac. Lauren gasped as both startled drivers laid on their horns, but John ignored them and continued to weave through the heavy traffic, creating spaces that humans couldn’t fathom.

Lauren squeezed her eyes shut. “I know I encouraged you to get your driver’s license, but reckless driving can get you a whopping fine and possible suspension.”

John laughed and then touched Lauren’s cheek. “Don’t worry; the Orlando Police are in my debt. They won’t ticket me.” John exited Interstate 4 at the Altamonte ramp and deftly wound his way through residential neighborhoods. Careening around the final curve on Palmer Avenue, he slowed just before he reached their street, Bonita Place.

“Why don’t you leave the car there?” She pointed to the circular driveway in front of their large Victorian home.

“Don’t you think I can fit it in the garage?”

Lauren rolled her eyes. “Not without a crowbar. It’s a Goodwill warehouse in there. Until I get rid of the stuff from my house, there’s no room.”

John hit the button for the garage opener, and in a matter of seconds, wedged the big car between Lauren’s floral sofa and her two overstuffed chairs. “Voila!”

Lauren blew her bangs out of her eyes. “That’s the final driving lesson for you, Bubba. Next stop, NASCAR.”

“That would be fun.” John laughed. “Do you think I could drive the Viagra car?”

“Considering that’s the last drug you’d need, it’s a good cover. But I know my NASCAR, and Viagra isn’t a sponsor this year. Maybe you could drive the Prilosec car.” She couldn’t help but smile.

“For heartburn? Don’t think so.” John reached over and unbuckled Lauren’s seat belt. “The only heartburn I have is the pain of you being angry with me.” He gave her that gorgeous lopsided smile, the one he’d held in abeyance for 500 years, until he met her.

She opened her car door and swung her legs to the garage floor. Turning to look at John across the black hood, she sighed. There he stood, the sexiest, most handsome man in the universe, looking back at her with those violet eyes. He ran his tongue across his top lip. Oh, Lordy. “Sometimes you make me crazy, but I’ll love you forever, John.”

He rounded the car at vampire speed to sweep her into his arms.

“Consider this a reprieve,” Lauren said, “but only for as long as it takes me to have an orgasm.” She batted her eyelashes playfully.

“In that case, I shall take my time.” He pressed her against the door of the car and wedged his thigh between her legs.

“Squeeze,” she commanded, taking his hand and placing it on her breast.

“Oh, I’ll do better than that.” He pulled up her tank top and drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily.

As desire gripped her core, she reached to free his penis from his jeans. “Now.”

“No, I told you. I’m taking my bloody time.” He gathered her into his arms and carried her to the house.

Crackling with electricity from head to toe, she squealed when he kicked the back door open. “If you’re as anxious as I am, let’s christen the kitchen,” she said.

“Only if you promise not to dispel that purple haze, again. You’ll kill the African violets.”

“I promise,” she said.

He plunked her down, albeit gently, on the kitchen counter. Spreading her legs under her handkerchief skirt, he played in her juices for a while, and then he took her chin in his hand as he plunged into her depths with his cock. “Nothing,” he said, “nothing in the world comes close to this.”

She moved against him hungrily, but he pulled back. “Not so fast,” he said, withdrawing his penis. “Let’s give each room its due.”

Lauren’s sexual frustration mounted as John teased her nipples through the butler’s pantry, licked her clit on the living room couch, and bent her over the foyer banister to enter her briefly from behind. By the time they reached their bedroom, she was frantic with pent up desire.

“Tonight, I say when.” He carried her to the bed and then moved away from her to the Palladian window. He stood in profile, his erection prominent in the diffused light of the moon.

She swallowed hard, waiting. After a few agonizing moments, he turned to her.

“You have to trust me, Lauren. In everything.” He moved slowly to the bed and eased his hand up the inside of her thigh. “When.”* * *

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