Thursday, 7 April 2011

Excerpt Day - Her Full Moon Cowboys © J. Rose Allister




“It’ll be faster if I carry you.”


He didn’t wait for a reply before heading out the front door. She glimpsed wolves breaking into the living room on the way out, but Chaz ran like the devil and they plunged into the dark woods before she could process what was happening. He was right about being fast, to be sure. Eerie howls and barks filled the chill night air as they went, and her teeth chattered with cold and adrenaline. She clutched Chaz’s neck for dear life, keenly aware of his scent. It was male and musky, with a hint of spicy cologne that might have been some kind of body wash from a recent shower. Maybe that’s what he’d been doing when he’d had to come rushing to her aid. That would explain the lack of clothing. Or perhaps the man slept naked.


She shivered at the thought, trying to ignore the heat of his bare skin against her as he skimmed quickly through the dense growth of trees. It didn’t help that she wasn’t wearing much more than he was. She’d jumped out of bed in a skimpy pair of pink panties and the flimsy old T-shirt she liked to sleep in. Plenty of their flesh rubbed together as he ran, and with each pounding footfall it grew harder to deny the odd sensations whirling around in her stomach. This included the same little flip she felt the last time she’d seen him, though at the time she’d barely sat on the edge of puberty and he certainly hadn’t been carrying her around half-naked. Back then, he’d been the handsome cowboy on the ranch near the cabin her parents had rented for a holiday. She’d had a bit of a crush, and Chaz had crept into her thoughts on occasion in the years since. Now, he was more gorgeous than ever, she was a grown woman, and he was carrying her off to safety like her own western hero. The flip-flops in her stomach churned harder until they threatened to spin her out of control.


Trying to focus on the sounds of the woods instead of the electric tingles shooting through her did little good. His heavy breaths overshadowed all other sound, save the beating of her desperately racing heart. Even something as routine as his inhalations and exhalations carried an intimate connotation to her ears.


“Damn it,” he said, snapping her out of her idiotically sensual study of his respiratory habits. “They’re gonna follow us.”


“What? How do you know that?”


He flicked a glance her way. “I can hear them.”


She cocked her head and tried to listen. There were still howls and night noises, but nothing close by or obvious. “I can’t tell that.”


“They’re comin’ after us, trust me. But we’re almost there. Hang on.”


As soon as the words were out, they burst out of the endless fringe of trees. She’d never been here before, but knew this must be his ranch. The land here was open and sparse, gleaming pale white in the light of the full moon. Still, he was moving so fast that she couldn’t make out much detail to the front entrance. Suddenly, she was deposited on her feet on a wooden porch that spanned a much longer distance than the one in front of the tiny cabin.


“In here,” he said, pushing his front door open. “Hurry.”


She rushed in ahead of him, through a wide entry foyer and straight ahead until she ducked through an archway and found herself in a living area. Chaz had stopped to lock his door, but she heard him follow fairly close behind her. She was impressed by the hard wood, wrought iron, and leather furnishings with a high-end Southwestern flair, though a little leery of the well-polished shotguns racked above the fireplace mantle.


When she spun around, however, his weapons and decor were long forgotten. Her jaw fell open as Chaz stalked into the living room completely naked. The towel must have come loose during their mad dash for freedom—and shit. She was far from expert on the matter, but what she saw before she gasped and turned away seemed impressively long, and if she wasn’t mistaken, semi-aroused. They didn’t normally point out a spot on the floor several inches ahead of the guy’s toes, did they?


“We have to talk,” he said.


“Now?” She tried to take an interest in the hand-painted Mexican tile floor. “Shouldn’t you put something on first?”


“There isn’t time for that. They’re comin’.”


She heard metallic clicking sounds, and when curiosity won out, she peeked over to see Chaz loading bullets into the chambers of a shiny pistol. He stood behind a desk with a gun box on it, which mercifully hid the parts of him she couldn’t erase erotic mental imagery of.


“Wouldn’t a shotgun be better?” She stole a glance above the fireplace, wondering why she was weighing in when she had no idea what she was talking about.


“I don’t have any silver buckshot.”




He held up one of the tiny cylinders he was loading. “Silver bullets.”


She raised a brow. “As in the Lone Ranger?”


“No, as in werewolves are allergic to silver.”


She blinked. “Excuse me?”


He clicked the pistol’s chamber shut and laid the gun on the table. “You need to know what’s goin’ on, Lily. And you need to decide what you’re gonna do about it right now.”


Chaz came around the table, revealing his massive manhood again. She held up a hand and backed away. “Hold it. Just stay behind something if you won’t get dressed, okay? It’s a bit weird trying to have a conversation with an exhibitionist.”


“This is no time for modesty, even if I were so inclined. Those wolves didn’t break into your cabin by accident. They were comin’ after you.”


© J. Rose Allister


Her Full Moon Cowboys

Author: J. Rose Allister

Publisher: Bookstrand Publishing

Genre: Ménage

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Being a die-hard virgin who is irresistible to men is the least of Lily’s worries. Her plan for a ""quiet"" weekend escape goes wild when a pack of wolves crash into her cabin—and a hot, naked cowboy saves the day.

Chaz reveals that the wolves are far from ordinary—and he bears the same curse. Her only chance to escape becoming their sex toy is for Chaz to claim her as bond-mate—but he’s no lone wolf. Sexy alpha Kade Winchester comes with the deal, and both shifters will share her passion just as they share passion for one another. But even if she gives herself to the two men with a dark, animal secret, will their bite on her truly put an end to the other pack's demand for mating rights?

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