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Alpha Me Not (White Wolf #3)
by Jianne Carlo
Contemporary Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense
Categories: Action/Adventure, Mystery/Thriller
Release Date: August 12, 2012
Heat Level: Sizzling
Length: 233 pages
Susie White wants no picket fences, no alpha, and no cubs. White wolf woman she may be, but no pack for her, no sireee. Alpha me not, that’s her motto. In all caps.
Mercenary and half-breed wolf Joe Huroq’s not looking for a mate. Stop and go screwing, that’s his motto. Hot and heavy between missions. Then he glimpses his new neighbor tanning nude and the situation explodes.
Literally. Susie’s house is consumed by fire. What’s Joe to do but offer Susie his hospitality?
Susie can’t resist the temptation of big, bad, mercenary, so she suggests a friends with benefits arrangement which he accepts with an amazing alacrity. The sex is frantic, hot, and frequent. Neither one can keep their hands off the other.
Then children go missing. The fire’s deemed arson. Bodies pile up. Susie refuses to accept Joe’s mate claim. Can he keep her safe when she won’t obey a single order?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Alpha Me Not!
Genres: Erotic Paranormal Contemporary
Tag Line: Susie White’s motto is Alpha Me Not. Mercenary wolf Joe Huroq lives for hot sex and no strings. They add up to the perfect affair, but murder changes everything.
Excerpt -Alpha Me Not! –Adult:
She was alive.
If Joe hadn’t knocked on her door and bugged her into going out for dinner, she would’ve been in the cottage when it exploded.
She jerked to a sitting position. She could’ve died tonight. Kicked the bucket at the ripe old age of twenty-five.
Gone to her maker a freaking virgin. What the heck was she waiting for? What had she saved it for anyway? It wasn’t as if she hadn’t had the opportunity to make love.
But like the rest of her dumb-ass virgin friends, she’d wanted it to be with someone special. Wanted it to mean something.
But that was before. Before she’d heard good ole Ken Laroque boasting to the entire community college football team that he’d nail her on graduation night. They’d been dating for two months, and she had been hopelessly enthralled with Kenny, fancied herself in love, and believed he felt the same way about her.
Living in the small town of Chabegawn meant if you farted, everyone knew about the stinky air and discussed the intensity at length. So she’d bided her time, bearing the burden of her unwanted virginity until the day she’d left Chabegawn for good two weeks ago.
Susie tossed the covers and jumped off the bed. She paced a tight circle in front of the dresser.
No way would she die a virgin.
And it wasn’t as if she and Joe were going to be neighbors anymore. She glanced at the door. The dorm she’d stayed in was virtually empty, and the dorm master had told her that it would likely remain that way for the coming summer semester.
Joe had certainly indicated his interest in her.
And from the minute she’d set eyes on him—well, okay, from the second time she’d set eyes on him, he’d had her juices flowing.
She’d move out tomorrow, and they’d never have to see each other again.
Glancing down at the wifebeater she’d bought earlier, she debated changing. The skimpy tank showed enough skin to warrant a sexy label.
No way was she going to overanalyze the situation. Lifting her chin, she marched to the door, yanked it open, and glided down the hallway.
His bedroom was on the other side of the kitchen; he’d gestured to it earlier. Her throat went dry when she passed the gas range. Her stomach did this clench-and-jerk spasm a few feet before the dark recesses of a door.
She stumbled and jammed a hand to the wall. Was she really going to do it?
Damn right, she was. No way was she dying a virgin.
The door wasn’t shut all the way. Holding her breath, she teased it open and waited for a death-defying squeak or a click or some other deafening noise in the dead silence. Not a spark of light lessened the ominous blackness of the room.
Gawd, she smelled him. Musk, spice, and sex.
On tiptoe she made her way to the bed.
“Want that brandy after all?” He switched on a lamp.
Refusing to look anywhere but straight into his eyes, she leaned forward and set her palm to his bunched forearm. “No lights.”
About the Author
My motto is simple: Alpha Me Please. While strong heroines, exotic locations, and cultural differences are my forte, I go weak in the knees for warriors of any type, rebels, SEAls, Vikings, and bad-ass mercenaries.
Send me a man with an attitude and I’ll find the right woman to tame him. My writing career began in 2008, and since then I’ve been lucky enough to have over twenty books published. Most of my books are TOP PICKs and several have been nominated for and won awards and prizes.
Nothing makes my day more than an email from someone who’s read one of my books. So far, I’ve received emails from almost every continent on the planet. Almost…
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