It’s been a couple of weeks since the initial release of The Wolves of Argonne so I think it’s time I do a little giveaway. We all like giveaways, right?
I am offering one eBook copy of The Wolves of Argonne to one lucky winner. Here’s the details:
And that’s it. Now what’s a giveaway without another teaser? Enjoy!
Off in the distance, the chiming of the midnight bells echoed
from atop the church tower in town. The werewolf came out of hiding
halfway through the melodious sound. Still naked except for the mask
on his face, he croaked a finger at her as she stilled near the edge.
She stepped over the barrier of stones to stand in the middle of
the circle. He paced around her, his nostrils flaring as he took in her
“I thought I told you to wear only this.” Slowly, he pulled on
the string to her cloak. He flicked it off her shoulders, and it fell at her
“You told me to wear it but did not say it should be the only
thing.” She held her head high.
“Oh, Rosabel, you tempt me so.”
The fire crackled as he walked around her again. His fingers
worked the strings on the back of her bodice. As the cool midnight air
touched her pale skin, she shivered. His hands caressed her flesh,
enticing a moan from her lips. His touch ignited her need, and she
caught herself before she dropped to all fours for the taking.
He gathered up her dress and tossed it into the fire. She ran to
stop him but he caught her in his arms.
“Offer yourself to me.” He grinned.
She struggled against his hold but only pressed closer to his
hardening shaft. She snorted. “How shall I do that? Have I not struck
a bargain with you, wolf?”
“No, no, Rosabel.” He tsked. “You have to honor it for our
agreement to be finalized.” His finger traced along her exposed flesh.
“You will do whatever I command without question. I am your
Master above all.”
Her breath hitched. “But you said I was your mate.”
“Did I?” He rubbed her arms and licked at the mark on her
neck. Flaming heat coursed through her veins, and she moaned.
Moisture pooled in her lower regions.
“Offer yourself to me.” He nipped harder but not enough to
break the surface.
Her skin tingled and yearned for him to touch her in intimate
places. Indescribable, just the hotness of his breath upon her flesh
prickled it. The hunger building inside begged for her to comply with
his every whim. “How can I offer what is yours to take.” She groaned
as his tongue licked the same spot. “I offer myself to you.”
He groaned against her neck, massaging her breasts before
pinching the nipples into hardened peaks. Her knees gave away, and
she crumpled to the ground. It took her a moment to realize the fierce
growls reaching her ears were of her own making.