Joy to the Wolves (Red Wolf #1) - Terry Spear Page 0,130
hands and leaned down and kissed her mouth. “You are beautiful. When I first met you, I was hoping I could convince you to spend New Year’s Eve with me.”
She smiled up at him. “When you still thought I was guilty of stealing your reindeer? Or after you cleared me?”
He chuckled. “Before. I really didn’t think you had stolen the calf.”
“I had an accomplice, right?”
“Hell, I wanted to see more of you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You got your wish. So did I.”
Nothing could make the new year better than being mated to the wolf she loved. “You were meant to be my partner in all things.”
“I agree with you about that. You know what made it happen?”
“One adorable little reindeer calf named Jingles. Well, and one teen wolf on a lark.”
* * *
Josh loved Brooke with all his heart. She was the only wolf for him. He would never forget the way they’d met. The way she’d been so annoyed with him for not searching for any other suspects in Jingles’s case. How could he when he’d already found the wolf he wished to be with?
She was truly beautiful in her vintage red dress, and he wanted to ring in the new year as soon as possible so he could peel her right out of that dress and make love to her to bring in the new year right.
He was still thankful that Lucas had borrowed Jingles, that Brooke had taken care of him and her customers had shared the news with the world, and that he was the first one who met the she-wolf, got to know her, and fell in love.
His new year had begun in that moment. “I love you, Brooke, with all my heart.”
“I love you too. Let’s go celebrate with the pack and return home to show each other just how much.”
He took her out to the Ferrari, and they drove to the pack leaders’ ranch in style, everyone cheering them when they got there, several of the guys wanting to check out the car.
Josh was ready to make the hot moves with Brooke while they were dancing.
“You know we’re here now at the ranch,” she told him. She held him close, dancing with her hot little body tight against his.
“Yeah?”
“We should ring in the new year the way only wolves can.”
He groaned.
She kissed his mouth, spearing his tongue, caressing, rubbing against him.
“At home after midnight.”
“After we run as wolves.”
He sighed. “You know you’re killing me, don’t you?”
She laughed. “Yeah, but you love it.”
And so they did just that. Danced, toasted to the new year, and ran as wolves, howling to the new year in the way only wolves could, and then made love back home that night under a full and glorious moon.
Acknowledgments
Thanks to Donna Fournier who is always looking up unique sayings for clothes, or fun little details to add, or reminding me in snowy stories when I’m writing during the heat of the Houston summer, when it’s 107 degrees Fahrenheit, that the characters in the story need some hats, gloves, and warm winter parkas, and the ground and lakes and rivers might be frozen. And thanks to Darla Taylor and Donna for beta reading for me at the last hour and catching so many of my typos and other mistakes. I appreciate Deb Werksman for believing in me from the very beginning over a decade ago and giving me the opportunity to share with my readers from all over the world. And thanks to the fantastic cover artists who give my characters a visual appeal—both human and wolf—and combine that with a setting that makes them world-class covers.
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Chapter 1
“We’ve got trouble,” Lana Cameron, the baker, said to Heather MacNeill, motioning with her head to the big glass windows of the Ye Olde Highland Pie Shoppe, located in the quaint village near the MacNeill’s Argent Castle.
Heather glanced out the window and saw Lana was right. Heather had been hoping the rumors about having more problems with the Kilpatrick brothers wouldn’t prove true. But redheaded Robert and his equally redheaded brother, Patrick, were climbing out of their truck, looking around to see who was eating at the café tables outside, and then speaking to each other before they entered. They looked like wary gray wolves.
They should be wary. After Patrick had killed the wolf Heather was going to mate, she wanted to end Patrick