Summer is a wonderful time to sit back by the pool, at the park or laying on the beach and take in a good book. It is hot out there! And what could be better than sipping some ice tea while reading something sizzling? Or maybe you like a good romantic story as I do, such as Christie Craig’s Only In Texas, or a fun pirate romantic adventure, like Jennifer Bray-Weber’s Blood and Treasure. If you want to try a great indie book, there is Susan Muller’s The Secrets On Forest Bend, or maybe you prefer an exciting muy caliente story, like Robin Badillo’s Flesh Wounds. Whatever your passion, there are plenty of novels to soak up, but let me shamelessly add my own suggestion for a good summer read.
The book is set in a small town in Wyoming during the town’s 4th of July celebration. Although the people in the book are fictional, the place is very real and as quaint and beautiful as I describe in the book. You have a main street with great shopping, restaurants to satisfy every palate, and majestic views everywhere you turn. In my book, I’ve added a little dark twist to this otherwise quiet town–werewolves. The pack near Lander has several hundred members, which is diminishing quickly. The werewolves are being hunted by poachers and their pelts are going for a hefty price. My main character, Linda, stumbles upon these werewolves while vacationing in Wyoming and discovers the grisly truth. She has come to Lander to find a very special wolf and realizes he is in danger. When she meets Clayton, a werewolf shaman, putting those poachers out of business for good becomes personal.
Meet Clayton for yourself and see why Linda would stop at nothing to save him and his pack.
Clayton slowly approached, as if for a better look at something he saw in Linda. Daisy and the ranger could have disappeared and he wouldn’t have noticed it. He angled so close to her that she could feel the heat of his body. His scent of man and pine trees put her senses into overload. Every feminine ounce of her perked up and took notice. The hint of his sandalwood cologne lingered at the edges, inspiring a wayward longing to nibble on him.
The man was clearly intrigued by her. He tipped his hat.
Daisy was the first to break their reverie. “Clayton, this is Linda Menendez, visiting from Los Angeles.”
He flicked his eyes from Daisy to Linda and extended his big hand to her. “Linda…” He said her name almost reverently, yet at the same time, seeming to savor it. “It’s a real pleasure to meet you.” She had to admit his deep-base drawl stroked her pleasure center like plush velvet. The man was potent.
“This is Clayton McIntyre,” Daisy offered.
Linda put her hand into his and acknowledged Daisy’s introduction with a glance. When she turned back to him she saw he was still staring at her intently. “Nice to meet you, Clayton.” A tingle ran from her hand up her arm and settled in her chest, another déjà vu, but stronger than those she’d experienced at the Sinks.
He was holding her hand a little too long and leaning a little too close. Yet it felt right, as though it was natural that she leaned into him and that he would pull her near. The closer she got, the more her arm tingled. Was it his good looks or the way he was watching her that made him so familiar? Maybe it was his scent…all delicious man, a divine, lick-him-to-his-creamy-center kind of yummy. She couldn’t explain the powerful attraction to him, she didn’t know a thing about the guy. Yet she burned to know if he felt the same.
As though in response to her thought he asked, “Have you ever been to a rodeo?”
“No, I haven’t.” Heaven help her, she hoped she didn’t sound too eager.
His thumb made a pass over the back of her hand in a soothing stroke, which had the immediate effect of easing the tension in her muscles. Good grief, she was going to be putty in his hands before long. “Would you like to go with me? I’ve got an extra pass.”
This couldn’t end well. The only two men she ever had sex with were boring down to their tighty whities. She should say no, leave before he became too much of a temptation, become a nun…“Sure.”
Those luscious lips broadened with his smile. “Alright.” He gestured in the direction of a black dually. “I need to take care of something first. Where can I pick you up?”
“She’s staying at the lodge,” Daisy offered, all too happy to help Cupid out.
“Actually, I’d like to wash up.” There was no way she was going on a date plastered in sweat. Not with this hunk.
“Alright. We’ll meet in the lobby at the lodge, say in about a half hour.”
For Pete’s sake, she wasn’t the bionic woman. “How about forty five minutes?”
That smile widened and her knees nearly buckled at the sight. With her hand still in his, he chucked her chin lightly. “That’s fine. I’ll see you then.” He straightened his hat on his head and stroked his thumb over the back of her hand again before he let her go. As he backed away his eyes made a deliberate perusal of her body down to her crotch. Right then his teeth raked over his lower lip.
Lord have mercy!