Animal Magnetism, the free paranormal romance story I'm working on for my mailing list (sign up! http://eepurl.com/0mPOj) is almost ready. As a tease, here's an (unedited) excerpt.
The Sloane River pack poured into the ceremony space, a big, powerful white wolf in the lead. His eyes burned into her from across the clearing, and she couldn't force herself to look away. Her skin tingled everywhere his gaze touched her.
He stalked forward, and all the oxygen in the clearing got sucked away. No one existed but him. Nothing existed but the effect he had on her.
As if compelled, ensnared, she made her way to him. All sound ceased. Even Sam went quiet.
He’d looked beautiful from a distance, but up close he was magnificent—snowy white and strong. His muscles bunched and flexed as she crept closer, as if it took Herculean effort for him to remain still. Even though he’d sat back on his haunches, his head reached her shoulder—the hugest wolf she’d ever seen.
[...]
As if sensing her hesitation, Ewan leaned toward her, his cold nose brushing her hand. Trembling, she reached forward, threaded her fingers in the thick fur on his head. It was soft, softer than she’d imagined, but a hard ridge ran along the skin beneath. A scar, and a nasty one from the feel of it.
His deep, dark eyes, so like his human ones, stared up into hers, unwavering. Something in them made heat flush her cheeks. Despite the chill, she felt warm all over. A fire burned, low in her belly and between her thighs.
By the end of the night, this man would claim her. Take her.
The Sloane River pack poured into the ceremony space, a big, powerful white wolf in the lead. His eyes burned into her from across the clearing, and she couldn't force herself to look away. Her skin tingled everywhere his gaze touched her.
He stalked forward, and all the oxygen in the clearing got sucked away. No one existed but him. Nothing existed but the effect he had on her.
As if compelled, ensnared, she made her way to him. All sound ceased. Even Sam went quiet.
He’d looked beautiful from a distance, but up close he was magnificent—snowy white and strong. His muscles bunched and flexed as she crept closer, as if it took Herculean effort for him to remain still. Even though he’d sat back on his haunches, his head reached her shoulder—the hugest wolf she’d ever seen.
[...]
As if sensing her hesitation, Ewan leaned toward her, his cold nose brushing her hand. Trembling, she reached forward, threaded her fingers in the thick fur on his head. It was soft, softer than she’d imagined, but a hard ridge ran along the skin beneath. A scar, and a nasty one from the feel of it.
His deep, dark eyes, so like his human ones, stared up into hers, unwavering. Something in them made heat flush her cheeks. Despite the chill, she felt warm all over. A fire burned, low in her belly and between her thighs.
By the end of the night, this man would claim her. Take her.