by Brenda Williamson                                

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     Samhain Publishing

     Print ISBN  1-59998-292-7 

     Electronic ISBN:  1-59998-087-8

     Cover Art by  Scott Carpenter

2005 Jasmine Finalist

RWA - LowCountry Romance Writers Chapter

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2008 Romantic Times Reviews, Erotic Romance Top Pick!

Reviews

Williamson has done an excellent job creating her characters and developing her story, which is ultimately about finding a home and love. The action begins immediately and never stops…plenty of sexual elements…essential to the romance.

…Kristi Ahlers, Romantic Times Reviews

...so powerful and intriguing...keeps your eyes glued to the pages....I can't wait for the second installment!

...Reviewed by Connie Spears,  Romance Junkies

...an excellent read!!...incredible emotion... love scenes are hot, hot and hot!!  Wolverton Blood is definitely going on my keeper shelf!!

...Gracie,  Joyfully Reviewed

...intense, deadly and hot, making Wolverton Blood one book you wanted to keep turning the pages to see what will happen next...will definitely keep your interest with Wolverton Blood.

...Elise Lyn, Sensual Ecataromance
 

...a suspenseful romance rife with secrets and danger that threaten the Wolverton clan. From the start, Williamson sucks the reader into her world with plenty of action and adventure...

...Jennifer,   CKbS Kwips and Kritiques  

...hair raising good tale captured my attention from the first page... Kane’s rugged dominate attitude and blatant sex appeal left me drooling.  Elements of danger and mystery enhance the plot and keep the reader gripping the edge of their seat until the very last page. Raw passion and intense desire... I would kill to spend the night in Kane’s bed, just one night.

...Ophelia, Erotic Escapades

Timber’s life was always a series of foster homes. She was a freak with her ability to shapeshift into an animal. She never knew there were people like her, so when she learns she has a family, she rushes to embrace them with her open heart. Only she soon discovers they had thrown her away and still don’t want her.

Kane is overwhelmingly attracted to the beautiful, green-eyed, young woman. However, he sees her as an upset to his life and to his emotions, and he wants her gone as much as everyone else. Except, after tasting the sweetness of her in his bed, he can’t let her go. The animal in him likes the way she sates his lust.

While they struggle with their relationship, the sinister plots of someone in the family threaten to destroy the love and trust they work to build…but then, they knew, all along, that evil lurks in Wolverton Blood.

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EXCERPT

Timber gasped for air to fill her lungs. Shifting was always stressful in the best of circumstances. To have to come out fighting with riotous anger put the worst strain on her energy she had ever suffered.

Kane’s statement threw a completely new passel of problems into her collision with desire. Arrogant and domineering, he disrupted her independence. It waned in favor of his attention. She relished his kiss with love-starved eagerness and she hated his power over her because of an emotion. In a moment of total abandon, he became part of her soul. She didn’t understand the instant closeness she felt to him any more than she comprehended her attraction to his inflated ego. But she couldn’t see herself giving up the affectionate attention, whether it was real or not.

His hold loosened on her hair and his mouth came free of hers. Every stolen moment she had with a boy in the dark corners of a school library was lost. Not one innocent kiss meant more to her than Kane’s. Her lips felt bruised and swollen from his delicious torture. As a stranger, he beat down her instinctive defenses with a mere ounce of warmth and she submissively opened her soul to his liberties.

His hand released her hair but held her head. His other hand raced up and down her back until he chose a grip on the seat of her shorts. The hot tips of his fingers curled beneath the denim hem and brushed the bottom curve of her ass. She opened her mouth to protest and his mouth covered hers again, sealing off all sound. His sweet-minted breath blended with her gasp. The tip of his tongue tickled hers while probing the cavern filled with her yearning hums.

She had wondered what it would be like to suck on his tongue and now with the opportunity, she ventured toward boldness. He groaned at her inspection.

“Geez, half-breed,” he growled against her panting breath. “I want to fuck you until I’m raw.”

Timber felt the panic circle as every thread of her being aimed for shifting. His body ground to hers, hip to hip as he squatted down to press his hardness to a sensitive area. He made clear his intentions.

His excruciatingly sensual kiss overpowered her. She slackened against his hard chest and her hands searched for a place to hold him. With a vivacious renewal of energy, she pressed her shrouded, wet cunt to his cock. In rapid strokes, she rubbed against him. Her clit tingled against the inside of her shorts. Try as she might, she couldn’t get in a position to squelch the sensitive ache.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” he told her.

“I was invited.”

With the guidance of his hands on her hips, Kane turned her around. She didn’t want to lose his kiss. She had no idea a kiss could tug at so many threaded sensations.

“You should have sensed no one would want you here.”

“Someone did or I wouldn’t have come.”

“That was a mistake.”

His nipping at her neck excited her. The pleasure formed a deep purring rumble from her lungs. It became an unbearable rapture when he licked up behind her ear.

“You like that, I see,” he hummed against a pulse behind her earlobe.

“Yes,” she breathed, her fervid gasps expounding the exhilaration.

His growl fluttered the fine wisps of hair from the narrow nape of her neck. He held her skin by the pressure of his fang teeth. Her hips wiggled amid the stimulation and then stilled. The danger lowered and instead of her neck, she thought of his fingers. They rubbed the crotch of her shorts and stimulated nerves. She trembled as the sharp points of his teeth pressed her skin. His bestial dominance enthralled her. The stroke of his hand smoothly opened the zipper. His fingertips, scorching manipulators on her flesh, slid beneath the elastic band of her panties. The touch of his rough, calloused fingers on her skin startled her into a retreat and she placed a restrictive hand on his arm.

“You’ll like this more,” his voice rumbled hot on her skin as he continued to hold her in the deadly grip of his bite.

His fingers snaked above her mound, brushing, scratching, and swirling over her cunt. The touch scintillated every fiber of her being and opened her. Each deliberate outline he drew around the brim of her clit forced her to back into him.

“Please…oh please,” she begged, writhing as wetness leaked down her thighs.

Two fingers moved into place, spreading her pussy lips open. At first she thought her lace panties brushed over her clit. It wouldn’t be the first time she was hit with a spark of lightning tingling from the coarse fabric rubbing her. Except the sensation came again and she jerked her hips back into Kane’s thighs. It was his fingernail rasping over the receptive flesh. He repeated the move and she squirmed against his solid body behind her.

“Oh!” she gasped, straining to move from the trap of his teeth.

Kane’s probing finger glided into the drenched valley and bumped over her clit. It threw a violent shiver through her limbs before rendering her immobile. He brutally pleased the tender knot, continuously smoothing his finger over the wet folds of skin. She couldn’t move until he let go his severe grip on her throat. Experiencing an enthralling sort of fear, she let her trust wrap her mind in the secure joy. His canines retracted and she waited in surrender.

His finger penetrated her aching center. He steadily thrust into the soaked channel. One, then another, and finally three fingers dipped into the well of her arousal. Spasms contracted muscles and her orgasm clenched.

“That’s it, puss, squeeze my fingers harder.” He licked the cord of her neck.

Timber remained locked against him. His throbbing cock ground tightly against her ass. His fingers plunged deeper. She twisted to the electrifying stimulus of heat.

“I want to fuck your tight cunt with my cock.” His snarling comment came more like a harsh threat than an enjoyable invitation to an erotic encounter.

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