Anny Conrad's life isn't all that bad, she's a librarian
with two cats, single and turning thirty. Who is she
kidding? She's becoming the cat lady. After being dragged
off to a local bar for a couple of drinks, she begins to
rethink her life plans when the tall rugged, Armand LaForge
asks her to dance. The moment she is in her arms she wants
nothing more than to throw caution to the wind ... but she
ends up going home alone.
Armand knows he should stay away from Anny ... far, far
away.
With his old pack leader still a threat to his little pack
the last thing he wants to do is put her in danger. He just
can't stay away ... not from his mate. But he promises
himself that he will give her one night to remember then
walk away and stay away.
All is well and good until Anny is confronted by a world
that is only in fiction books After all there is no such
thing as werewolves, it's all fiction ... until one attacks
her and leaves her for dead. Barely surviving this attack,
Anny knows she has to go to Armand for answers ... even if
she isn't sure she really wants to know the truth.
WOLF IN HER BED will have readers holding their breath in
anticipation as author N.J. Walters takes us back into her
Salvation Pack world. This second book is as
fascinating
as the first one and I can't wait for the next one. Series
are so hard on readers because once they get into the
storyline, they have certain ideas of what type of woman
fits which hero and how can it be possible to keep the
storyline fresh and exciting. I have never had that worry
with Ms. Walters' stories.
In WOLF IN HER BED I loved Anny she is a feisty, tough lady
that
manages to get the answers and the wolf she wants and she
fits Armand perfectly. Armand, however, I really wanted to
shake because how he could think one night with his mate
would be enough and that no one from the old pack would
notice. Guess he wasn't exactly thinking with the big brain
in his head. As a reader I want very much to see this group
of wolves beat back their old pack because to me this is
good vs. evil and these guys are definitely the good guys.
Bring on the next one, Ms. Walters, while I put WOLF IN HER
in
my 'to be read again' list.
Is he Prince Charming or the Big Bad Wolf?
Salvation Pack, Book 2
Anny Conrad is a single thirty-year-old librarian—a
cliché
complete with two cats. Dragged out to a local bar, she’s
rethinking her life plan over a few drinks when a man
walks
up and asks her to dance. And what a man. Tall, rugged
and
more than a little untamed. Before she knows it, she’s in
his arms and throwing caution to the wind.
With a pack war in full, deadly swing, the last thing
Armand
LaForge needs right now is a woman in his life, much less
a
human. But one thing is certain, he’s met his mate, the
one
woman in the world for him.
The kindest thing to do is give her all the hot sex she
wants and then leave her alone. But when the morning
comes,
fate isn’t done screwing with them. Anny is confronted
with
the fact that the myths in her library books are real…and
now she’s one of them.
Warning: A night out at a club can lead to a loss of
inhibitions and hot sex with a werewolf. Your life will
never be the same. You’ve been warned.
Excerpt
Anny wasn’t sure she was still breathing. Her chest ached
and her entire body quivered with anticipation. The man
standing beside her was tall and broad shouldered. He
wasn’t
handsome in the classical sense. He couldn’t be with
several
wicked scars marring the left side of his face. It gave
him
a menacing appearance, but there was something compelling
about him. His black hair fell to his shoulders, longer
than
most of the men around here wore theirs. It gave him a
wild,
untamed appearance. His eyes were so dark she couldn’t
tell
if they were brown or black, but the depth of unspoken
emotions in them pulled on her heartstrings.
Maybe she was being fanciful. He was a stranger. A tall,
dark stranger. She should have been scared to death or at
least cautious. Instead, she was filled with an urge to
get
closer to him. So when he held out his hand, she eagerly
took it.
She was safe enough here. The bar was filled with people.
There was no danger in indulging in a harmless dance.
She’d
call it a birthday present to herself.
He led her to the crowded dance floor and turned her so
she
was facing him. He leaned down and whispered in her ear,
“Just follow my lead.” His warm breath tickled her ear
and
sent a shiver racing down her spine. His voice was deep
and
compelling.
He placed one hand on the small of her back and pulled
her
closer, aligning their bodies. The man was huge and made
her
feel slight in comparison. “Just move to the music,
chère.
Let your body feel the rhythm.”
She watched him, unable to tear her gaze away from his
face.
He was ruggedly handsome. His rough appearance so at odds
with his fluid speech. She’d caught the hint of Louisiana
in
his voice and instantly knew who he was. Most of the town
was interested in the group of men who’d moved up here a
little more than two years ago from the south.
Speculation
was rife, but no one really knew much about them. They
mostly kept to themselves and were quiet and polite
whenever
they ventured into town.
He moved easily to the music, his body fluid and innately
sexual. She, on the other hand, felt more like a robot,
her
movements stiff.
“Relax,” he murmured. “No one is watching. There’s
nothing
to worry about. Just close your eyes and let the music
take
you.”
When she did nothing but stare at him, he sighed. “Close
your eyes. Go on.”
Anny reluctantly shut them and immediately became more
aware
of the man she was dancing with. With her vision impeded,
her other senses took over. She could smell him. It was
an
outdoorsy scent, like trees after a morning rain. She was
also well aware of his large hands resting at the base of
her spine. He held her loosely, but she was very aware of
his broad chest and shoulders.
“Feel the music.” He turned to the left and she
automatically moved her body to match his. “That’s good,
chère,” he praised. The music was slow and had a beat
that
was easy for her to follow when she stopped thinking
about
it.
Warmth flowed from him and she had the urge to cuddle up
to
him. Anny wondered what it would feel like to have his
much
bigger body rubbing against hers.
As if he could hear her very thoughts, he pulled her
closer.
Her breasts pressed against his chest and her belly
pressed
against a very hard bulge in the front of his jeans. Heat
suffused her and it was all she could do not to fan
herself.
“What’s your name?”
Her eyes flew open. Her dance partner was staring at her
with those dark, bottomless eyes. She was dancing with a
stranger, pressing her body up against his and wondering
what it would feel like if they were both naked, and she
didn’t even know his name. What had come over her? She
couldn’t blame the alcohol because she hadn’t even had
one
full beer.
“Anny,” she managed to get out.
He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, grazing his
fingers
along the side of her neck as he did so. Her skin tingled
where he touched her and a throbbing began low in her
belly.
“Conrad,” she added. Was that her voice so sultry and
slow?
“Nice to meet you, Anny Conrad.” He maneuvered them
around
the floor until they were dancing in a shadowy corner.
“I’m
Armand. Armand LaForge.” The song ended, but thankfully
another slow one began. She didn’t want this amazing
dance
to end, not yet. It wasn’t often in a woman’s lifetime
that
she had the opportunity to spend time with a man like
Armand.
He was sexy without even trying. All he had to do was
breathe. His voice alone was enough to make any woman a
puddle at his feet.
“Hi.” Her greeting sounded more like a sigh. He grinned
and
she immediately felt her cheeks heat. Could she be any
more
stupid, acting silly over a man she just met, one who’d
only
asked her to dance. He probably thought she was an easy
conquest.
She started to pull away, but he kept his hands tight
against her back, imprisoning her in the circle of his
brawny arms. “Stay. Please.”
It was the sincerity in his voice that made her stop
trying
to get away from him. “Dance with me, Anny.”
Commonsense told her to thank him for the dance and walk
away. It was time for her to go home. Like Cinderella at
the
ball, the clock was ticking away and this wasn’t real.
But
she was no Cinderella and he certainly wasn’t any Prince
Charming. He looked more like he’d be the villain in any
fairytale, yet she was drawn to him.
“Just one more,” he coaxed.
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