"Captivated from the very beginning to the end"
Reviewed by Annette Stone
Posted June 7, 2010
Romance Suspense | Romance Paranormal | Fantasy Urban
Forensic Scientist Faith O'Malley is on a mission to get
her father's research back from the man who used her to
steal it. Private investigator Cameron MacPherson is set
on finding out what happened to his partners who have
disappeared while on a hunting trip. The two are brought together when Faith is given the key to
her hotel room to discover it is not her room since it is
already occupied by Cameron. When they meet again it is
over a dead body both of their natural instincts kick in
and since they both are heading for the same place decide
to travel together. They find themselves drawn to each
other but there is work to do and Faith does not want
Cameron to know why she is really there to him she is just
on vacation. While stranded in a snow storm at the lodge they decide to
enjoy themselves and relax when Faith finds herself face to
face with one of the locals pet white wolves, just as it is
about to attack Cameron jumps in front of her and is bitten
by the wolf. Later that night Cameron is overwhelmed with
the need to rip off his clothes and run through the woods.
When he wakes up to the weirdest dream he has ever had, it
seemed so real. As Faith is working towards her goal she joins with Cameron
both in his bed and to help him locate his friends but
someone is trying to do everything they can to stop them
from getting to close. And what is up with the wolves and
why does Cameron seem to disappear when she needs him the
most? Terry Spear and her Wolf Series are wonderful stories and
she continues with LEGEND OF THE WHITE WOLF. Captivated
from the very beginning to the end, the journey Faith and
Cameron take and how they are brought together while the
secrets of wolves are revealed to them. One of the great
things about this series is that there is no need to read
the previous books first each book is a stand alone but I
suggest read them just for the pure pleasure of reading a
true storyteller.
SUMMARY
In this fourth in Spear's series, Private Eye Cameron
MacPherson and Faith O'Mallery are both on quests that
lead
them into the world of magical wolves… Cameron
arrives in the Canadian Arctic to search for his partners
in
his P.I. business who are late returning from a hunting
trip. Faith is there to discover what her father had seen
in
the same area years earlier that had made him lose touch
with reality—man-wolves, he called them. The two
tumble into an icy world of enemies bent on destroying
the
lupus garou kind. As they turn into lupus garou
themselves,
and bond with the pack that only they can rescue from
destruction, Cameron and Faith find their soul mates in
each
other.
ExcerptOnce she reached her room, she slid
the key card in. Green light. She
twisted the handle and pushed. The door didn’t budge. She
tried again. Same
thing. She hated key cards. Why couldn’t they just use
regular old brass keys?
She
tried a third time and this time she twisted the handle
harder and shoved the
door more firmly. And was rewarded. Lights were on in the
room and the place
was already toasty warm as if the welcoming mat had been
set out for her. Perfect. She walked into the room and
glanced at the two queen-sized beds, the chartreuse
covers
pulled back from the
pillow of one, a chocolate wrapped in gold foil sitting
on
the center of it.
She smiled and pulled off her parka, peeled off her
boots,
and reached for the
phone to call room service when she saw a leather bucket
filled with ice. Wow,
they sure knew how to coddle their guests.
That’s
when she heard the bathroom door open. She whipped around
and faced a naked man
towel drying his hair. Or at least until he saw her.
His
mouth gaped. Hers matched his expression, and he quickly
wrapped the towel
around his waist. “I didn’t think room service would come
this soon.” He
glanced down at her sock-covered feet, her boots lying
beside them.
“I’m
not…I’m…they gave me a key to your room by accident.”
Faith
tried not to look
at the man’s physique—too much—but ripped abs, arms
muscled
just enough that
could give a woman a good hug, and toned legs that looked
like they could run a
marathon, were just too appealing.
And
his eyes—blue like the ocean, dark, hiding a wealth of
secrets, that held her
gaze with way too much interest as if she was the
specialty
of the house and
just what he’d ordered on the menu. A light blond stubble
covered his square
jaw, making him appear a bit roguish and intriguing.
He
folded his arms across his broad chest. A light
smattering
of blond hair
trailed down to the towel slung low on his hips. Her gaze
dropped lower. He
cleared his throat to get her attention, making her skin
heat in a flush of
awareness, but he wasn’t moving out of her path. The one
she needed to take to
get to the door. Although for now she wished it was her
room, and he was part of the amenities.
He
inclined his head a little, a hint of a smile on his
lips,
his eyes sparkling
with mischief. “Then I guess I’d better get dressed
before—”
A
knock rapped on the door.
“Too
late.” His deeply-amused baritone voice sounded like he
was
enjoying this a
little too much as he turned, took a couple of steps, and
opened the door.
Great. Faith hurried to pull on one
boot, when the aroma of steak wafted into the room as a
man
brought in a tray.
Faith’s stomach growled. The room service guy glanced at
her, green eyes
smiling. She could just imagine what he was thinking what
with the room’s
occupant wearing a towel, and her pulling her boots on.
The toweled guy signed the bill, and the lodge
employee grinned, dimples appearing on his ruddy
cheeks. “Thanks so much, sir.
If you need anything else, just ring.” He glanced at
Faith,
smiled even more as
if to say she could visit him next if she had a mind to,
then left the room.
“Enough for two of us, if you want to split a medium-rare
steak, baked potato, and salad,” the sandy-haired hunk
said.
“Thanks so
much for the offer, but I’m returning to the front desk
to
get the right room
key. Have a nice night.” She brushed past the mostly
naked
man, smiled when he
smiled, then hurried out of the room.
“The night
could have been better,” he murmured.©
Terry Spear, 2009
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