The
Wolf on the Hill – By Jorja Lovett
Welcome Jorja! I'm so excited to hear about Wolfie :)
Book
Details
| Genre |
Contemporary/Wereshifters |
| Book
Length |
Novel |
| Erotic
Rating |
Total-e-burning |
| Sexometer |
2 |
Blurb
Book
one in The Wild Irish Wolves Series.
Can
two stubborn wolf shifters let down their guards long enough to take
a chance on love?
Lone
wolf Caleb Jackson is only back in town long enough to sell his late
father's house, and the bad memories with it. He never expected to
find his mate.
Good
girl Mia Blake never behaves badly. Except for the time she shifts
into her wolf, chases a stranger through Olcan Hills, and has the
hottest sex of her life on the forest floor.
He
has no desire to settle down. She is afraid to upset her family. But,
with someone determined to destroy Caleb's inheritance, and his
secret fling with Mia getting hot and heavy, moving on isn't as easy
as he'd hoped.
Can
either of them let down their guards long enough to take a chance on
love?
Excerpt
*Warning:
Contains Adult Only Content*
Rain
soaked Mia’s fur as she bounded through the woods bordering the
Olcan Hills, relishing every inch of earth mashed beneath her claws.
Trees became nothing more than a blur as she raced by, running to
find her release out here where she answered to no one but nature.
This was freedom.
When
she reached the top of the hill she came to a standstill and released
her primal scream of frustration in a howl, unleashing everything she
couldn’t say to her overbearing family, pouring every hidden truth
of who she really was into one long mournful call.
In
the distance, another wolf echoed her cry and answered with one of
his own. This was the reason her mother despised her shifting into
her wolf form. She went kind of crazy and forgot all sense of danger
in the excitement. Exactly the reason why she did it in secret. And
now, here she was, totally exposed in the Northern Irish countryside,
crouched and listening out for the intruder’s approach.
Snapping
twigs and rustling leaves marked his stealthy journey towards her but
she stood her ground, regardless of how loudly her heart was beating
in her ears. The wind carried his scent and raised the hackles along
her spine when she sniffed the air. Another shifter, but one she
didn’t recognise. Big bro would use her pelt for a rug if he found
out she’d strayed beyond the boundary.
Amber
eyes glowed in the dark shadows as the large grey wolf stalked
through the forest. She bowed in submission. Even if she had a clue
how to fight, he was double her size and twice as powerful. He
growled a low warning and sniffed her with interest, his wet nose
nudging her clammy fur. Did he expect her to roll over and show her
belly? Pride wouldn’t let her, but she was careful not to make eye
contact as he circled around her twice in case he took it as a
challenge.
She
only lifted her head when she saw him pad away, heading back to the
cover of the trees. He stopped, looked back at her, and cocked his
head to one side. When she didn’t move he returned and nipped her
ear. She yelped in surprise and indignation. Of all the nerve!
The
rules of engagement were abandoned in the heat of her outrage and, in
a snarling frenzy, she launched herself at him. For an animal so
large, the grey wolf moved gracefully, dodging her attack to race
ahead and leaving Mia in dogged pursuit.
Tree
branches tore at her skin as she ploughed heedlessly into the
woodland, but the pain dulled in the exhilaration of the chase. As
they wove their way through the undergrowth, Mia’s anger subsided
to let her long-neglected sense of fun take over.
He
wanted her to follow him. She knew that from the glances he kept
throwing back at her. So she stopped and slipped quietly behind the
stump of an uprooted oak, waiting to see what he would do. White
wisps of steam escaped from her nostrils as she fought to get her
breath back and suddenly the area seemed too quiet.
With
a thud Grey leapt onto the tree stump, and leant back onto his
haunches ready to pounce. Mia took off again and this time she was
the hunted. She didn’t get very far before he sprang and knocked
her off her feet.
In
a tangle of limbs they rolled through the leafy debris of the forest
floor, shifting into their human form as they came to rest, with her
pinned to the ground by a hard, muscular, naked body.
"Well,
that was fun." He grinned down at her, making no attempt to get
off her, his green eyes full of mischief.
"If
you say so." Mia’s heart still raced but she was at enough of
a disadvantage wedged underneath him without admitting she enjoyed
the capture as much as the chase.
"I
didn’t hurt you, did I?" He bent his head to kiss the
scratches marking her shoulder and suddenly the only ache she felt
was hidden deep inside.
"No."
She swallowed hard as he ventured closer to her already puckered
nipples.
"Do
you want me to stop?" His hot breath on her sensitive skin
engulfed her in a tide of hormones she hadn’t been ruled by in a
long time, if ever.
Maybe
a piece of her wolf was still in her system, thriving on the
excitement and danger, but she was horny, and ripe for the picking.
"No."
With
a need to touch, to taste this handsome stranger on her tongue, she
manoeuvred enough room to free her hands and wind them into his dark
blond hair, pulling him down into a kiss.
He
massaged her breasts, first with his hand, quickly followed by his
mouth. The sucking and licking around her straining pink tips made
her arousal too great to bear. She writhed against him, wet and
waiting, but he let her suffer further still whilst he covered her
mounds in tiny, exquisite bites.
Bewitched
by the woods and her fantasy lover, she swapped the dull reality of
her life for this moment, cavorting like the sort of woodland nymph
she longed to be. Someone who lived without fear of consequences or
judgement.
She
wanted him. Prim and proper Mia Blake, who never stepped out of line,
was lying naked in the woods with a stranger’s erection pressing
into her abdomen, and she loved it. A restlessness seized hold as her
body cried out with need. Her limbs trembled, her fingers and toes
curled, waiting for that final act of completion. As dusk settled
around them and an ethereal fog swirled between the trees, she lost
herself in the erotic dream and let him sink into her.
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Author
Bio
Jorja
Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which
makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old
enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group,
UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.
Now,
with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the
pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend
the rest of her days writing steamy romances.
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