Moon Illusion

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Amy O'Connor

ISBN :978-1-55410-998-2

Page :192

Word Count :48000

Publication Date :2010-08-08

Series : #

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Moon Illusion (pdf) , Moon Illusion (prc) , Moon Illusion (epub) , Moon Illusion (mobi)

Category : Erotic Romance

Product Code: 978-1-55410-998-2

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The Moore Werewolves...

Nate Moore’s business card may as well have read, “Randy Werewolf: Out for a Good Time.” Then he met Gina, a self-confessed, quietly boring woman. He didn’t have any choice; destiny was involved. So it was simple – all he had to do was convince her he really did understand the definition of ‘commitment’, save her from her scheming stepfather, sweet talk her into his bed, and… oh, yeah… explain about how he was a werewolf, and she was more than just a tasty midnight snack. Easy!

Nate awoke to find himself alone with Gina. The others had taken themselves off while he slept, turning off the TV and lowering the lights on their way out. The fire was ablaze but he could still smell the encroaching night air. It was damp and somehow sweeter than during the day.

Above him, Gina was breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling in time with each breath. With her eyes closed she seemed more defenceless, and he couldn’t help but admire the fact she’d actually been calm enough to fall asleep with a werewolf in her lap.

He stirred, nudging her gently, but otherwise remained curled peaceably over her legs. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her. Her breathing hitched, her eyelids fluttered, then she was staring down on him, remaining perfectly still other than her eyes which had widened considerably as she remembered what was apparently asleep on her lap.

Rather than leave her anticipating the worst for too long, Nate stretched broadly, his limbs extended to their fullest as he eased out the kinks from sleeping curled up in a ball. She was sitting rigidly still. Whatever she was thinking, she was obviously trying very hard not to give him any excuse to get upset with her.

He sat up, his bottom heavy on her lap, hind legs straddling her knees, and pushed himself upright until he could easily rest his front paws on her shoulders. He heard her hastily smothered gasp, but ignored it and pushed his nose onto hers. He grinned as she shuddered – there was something truly awful about having a cold, wet nose jammed in your face – and leant back slightly so she could see his doggy smile for herself. Tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, jaw relaxed, he hoped she was seeing him as nothing other than a big gangly dog with a rotten sense of humor.

She rewarded him with a crinkle at the side of her mouth. It was tiny, but unmistakable, and she’d even relaxed a little. He pressed the advantage, pushing lightly against her shoulders until she was forced to lean back against the sofa, trapped between it and him. He waited, half expecting her to panic at her even more vulnerable position.

“Get out of here you rotten great beast!” She surprised him, freeing one of her hands and swatting ineffectually. When that didn’t work she tried pushing his chin away instead. “You’re slobbering all over me.”

Nate leant closer and licked her face, a long sloppy swipe of his tongue that reached from her chin to her eyebrows. Then he sat up again, watching her reaction.

It was all he could do not to laugh at her horrified expression as his saliva dribbled down her chin and ran down the front of her shirt to pool between her breasts.

“Yugh!” She swatted some more, laughing this time. “Naughty wolf!”

Naughty wolf?