Theo's Wolf is now available! (About time -- I know)
Theo is a panther shifter, caught between two worlds. Raised within a pride of lions, he’s an outcast which only threatens to get worse when he realizes he’s a wolf’s mate as well. Will his family still love him when they learn he’s meant to be with something so vile as a dog?
Mitch isn’t interested in mating. Fate isn’t going to force his hand and he’ll bow to nothing and no one. That is until a mysterious wolf attacks Mitch’s mate and nearly kills him.
Soon, Mitch realizes how much he already cares for his panther and he’s not going to let either side tear them apart. All Mitch has to do is hunt down a killer and win over a pride full of angry lions. Easy enough, right?
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Excerpt:
After a long day on scene, Theo was exhausted. They’d recovered several bodies and had them shipped to the morgue. The CSIs were still covering the ground, looking for more evidence, but Theo had been at it for sixteen hours and the chief had told both him and Rafe to let the crime lab take over the area. It was nearly midnight and Theo needed rest, but that was the furthest thing from his mind.
Although he was tired and sore, Theo’s blood still surged in his veins. He could feel the wolf’s presence and knew he couldn’t leave until he’d laid eyes on the male and talked to him. They would have to contend with their mate status eventually, regardless if the wolf seemed unwilling to acknowledge it.
The wolf’s simple presence and inability to leave spoke volumes in Theo’s mind. If the werewolf didn’t want a mate, why had he remained in the woods all day and into the night? Theo drifted off to the edges of the scene and slid into the seat of his cruiser. He turned the engine over, knowing he needed to hide the vehicle somewhere so his fellow boys in blue wouldn’t see he was still there. He pulled over the hard crushed stones, the sound of them loud in his ears, only slightly lower than the noise his heart was making.
Once he was far enough away, he pulled between two other abandoned cabins and killed the motor. He slipped out into the cool mountain air and began peeling off layers of clothing, silently berating himself.
Why chase after a male who claimed to be uninterested? Theo wasn’t the type to beg, yet he couldn’t ignore the pull he’d felt for days now.
When he was completely disrobed, he lowered to the ground and shifted, his panther form quickly taking shape. He let out a wild cry and lunged into the overgrowth behind the cabins, letting his senses drive him toward the male he sought. He wound his way through the wood, cutting through roots and briars on his trek through the darkened forest. It had been too long since he’d been in panther form and really had the chance to run. Theo pushed himself harder, forcing his limbs to move faster and faster. The run was exhilarating and helped him forget the confrontation he would likely have once he reached his destination.
He came upon the wolf too easily. The male was waiting for Theo, resting in a spot overlooking the crime scene, still brightly lit with the CSI team in place.
The wolf turned to face Theo, his green eyes flashing violently. Before Theo could make a sound, the wolf was atop him, pinning him to the hard-packed earth. But Theo was stealthier than that. He quickly pulled from underneath the creature and ran into the woods, tempting the wolf to give chase, as was the beast’s nature.
Theo looked over his shoulder, excited to see the wolf did in fact follow. Theo dug into the ground and flew through across the forest floor, leaving the dog far behind. Wolves might be stronger than panthers, but they were most definitely not faster. Theo’s heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of enthusiasm, fear, and elation.
Sweat coated his body, the exercise making the need for the wolf only grow instead of diminish, especially given the chase. Theo’s desire grew with each pound of his paws against the earth. His lungs were on fire, the air he dragged through him doing little to cool his ardor. Theo felt the male draw closer and closer as his stamina waned. Apparently a wolf might not be faster, but he might have more endurance.
As Theo turned to bolt through a copse of intertwined roots lifted off the ground, he felt the wolf pounce on him and pin him again. Theo growled as he tried to buck the male off him to no avail. He writhed under the wolf, trying to get away and continue their chase, when he felt the wolf’s cock pierce his ass.
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