The Wolfman

 

What's sexier than a movie werewolf? A naked one ready for one wild night of pleasure.

ISBN: 978-1-60088-702-4

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Excerpt

Chuckling, she looked around as she entered the tree line. Her steps slowed. The shadows wrapped around her as the tree limbs blocked out much of the moonlight.

"Hello?" she whispered, then shook her head, feeling much too much like those idiot girls in horror flicks that walk alone into darkened places inhabited by chainsaw wielding murderers.

She came to a T in the pathway. The letter hadn't said anything about a split in the trail. Which way should she go?

Back to the car. Her nerves getting the better of her, and with warning bells going off in her brain, she turned to do just that when she heard the first growl.

Penny froze. That sounded all too real, and it had come from back up the trail. Something was following her. She spun full circle and saw nothing.

When had it gotten so damn dark?

Her backward footstep was silent on the strewn pine straw path, but she pulled up short when a second growl came from the trail that led off to the right.

Okay. Left it is. She began walking…fast-walking down the trail to the left. And then a wolf howled.

"Oh my God," she whispered, barely able to draw breath. Something was running toward her, chasing her. Her feet wouldn't move fast enough, and she struggled to stay on the path.

They were getting closer, almost upon her. She wanted to scream full moon, but what good would a safe word do now? It wouldn't stop a pair of hungry wolves?

Grrrrr…

She skidded to a stop. Her heart damn near leaped from her chest. Her lungs ceased to operate.

A few feet in front of her was a big fucking gray wolf. A real one. No way was that a hallucination, although she wished it were.

The pad of more paws and ferocious barking behind her. Too close!

She shut her eyes, too terrified to move. Then popped them open because she was too scared to not look.

More growls surrounded her as the two giving chase stopped within a short distance behind her. The other one—The leader?—held its ground, blocking the path in front of her.

Trapped by a pack on the hunt. Trembling, she stood still, searching the shadows for help.

Horror movies were gripping when viewed from the safety of a theatre seat. Not so much when you were surrounded by the danger.

Where was her hero?

This was not how she'd envisioned her fantasy.