White Wolf Release

Sigh,

White Wolf is scheduled to be released next Tuesday, July 12th, and, unfortunately, I was the one who screwed this up. Most abject apologies.

Instead of posting information about White Wolf's release (below is the link to the purchase area on the Loose-Id site), I will post another preview.

Although, I must say the cover is so much sexier than the one they have posted.

Sorcha stilled all movements, playing possum and listening to Gray’s heartbeat, savoring the moment she’d fantasized about most of her adult life. Under her lowered lids, she studied his chest, itching to tweak a dark nipple, brush her fingers over his taut belly. He smelled exactly the way she remembered, dangerous and dark and smoky.

Wow.

When he’d started undressing and talking, she’d almost said forget it.

He’d been so intense with those one-word orders and staccato sentences that her lungs had stopped functioning and the room had spun a couple of times.

Her stomach gurgled; she sucked in her belly, hoping to muffle the low rumble. Truly, she’d forgotten to eat lunch, but she’d been so afraid he wouldn’t make love to her later, she’d told a small white one. A really, really tiny white one.

All of a sudden she couldn’t draw oxygen into her lungs, yet at the same time blood crashed through her veins so fast she couldn’t hear but for the roaring in her ears.

Holy moley.

What had she done?

She’d done the one thing she had yearned to do since watching him screw Tonya Fields from the loft of an abandoned barn some seventeen years ago. She’d hopped into bed with Gray Theodore White within a few hours of returning to live in her old hometown.

What now?

“Stop playing possum.” He nudged her shoulder.

Her tummy let out a growl that rivaled any dog’s. She peeped up at him.

“I thought you had a big lunch?” He ran his fingers through her hair, and she wanted to purr. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“I fibbed,” she said. “I didn’t want you to stop and think.”

“Honey, the only brain that’ll be functioning for a while is that one.” He jutted a chin at his turgid organ.

“Oh.” Whoa. Obviously male genitalia came in varied sizes, and in Gray’s case -- she swallowed -- the word “ginormous” didn’t come close to describing his thick, glistening sex. Sorcha hadn’t seen his organ all those years ago, as she had been too busy trying to remain concealed.

Her stomach rumbled in the silence.

“Food first.” He kneaded her butt. “Then we talk.”

Talk never meant anything good. Dread had her belly churning like a washing machine on spin.

So be it.

No matter what angle she viewed the situation from, ending their relationship before it began worked for the best for everyone concerned, especially her.

One quick cut.

Decision made, she sat up, snatching the sheet with her hands and covering her breasts. “You can just walk out of here. No worries. We can forget this ever happened.”