Ilona’s Wolf
by Lyndi Lamont
Genre: steamy paranormal romance
Blurb:
Imagine a world filled with magic, a
tormented knight, a damsel in distress, an evil sorcerer...
While picking herbs in the woods,
Princess Ilona is rescued from a woodsman by a wolf. When the
creature licks her wounds, it is suddenly transformed into a man. A
very handsome, very naked man who makes passionate love to her in a
glade.
Cursed by an evil wizard, Rolf was
trapped in wolf form until he tasted the blood of a royal. Now he
must escort the princess on a hazardous journey back to the castle to
stop an ill-fated wedding.
Passion flares between them, but both
know there is no future for Ilona and her werewolf. Or is there? In a
world where magic and passion combine, anything may be possible.
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Excerpt:
The wolf looked at her, golden eyes
gleaming, mouth open, showing off large, sharp teeth. She closed her
eyes and gripped her throat with both hands. Quaking with terror, she
listened as the animal padded toward her. She felt its hot breath on
her cheek.
Opening her eyes a slit, she stared
into the face of the wolf. Sad eyes stared at her, and her fears
receded. Perhaps he'd been tamed. She reached out with what was left
of her powers, but sensed no immediate danger. "Good wolf,"
she stammered.
She held out one shaking fist, and the
wolf sniffed it before licking her knuckles. It moved closer,
sniffing her clothing. To her surprise, the animal hunkered down
beside her and laid its head on her leg. Carefully, she touched it,
stroking the soft fur.
Relief flooded through her. Saved by a
wolf, of all creatures. "Thank the gods you showed up when you
did. I'd no wish to be ravished by the likes of him."
The wolf lifted its head and seemed to
smile up at her, mouth open, tongue lolling.
She smiled at the canine as she
continued to pet it. "Grateful I am for you rescuing me, but
'tis not exactly what a girl dreams of. Where's my knight on a white
steed? 'Tis he who is supposed to do the rescuing."
When the wolf lowered his head,
sniffing between her legs, she laughed and pushed it away. "Rude
creature."
The animal responded by sitting up and
resting its head on her breast. She put both arms around it and
hugged it close, dropping a kiss on its head. "Do not
misunderstand, Sir Wolf, but I still wish you were a knight. A
strong, handsome knight like my Werner."
The familiar sadness filled her at the
memory of her husband. "I miss him so much, you know. Dagmar
says another knight will come for me, a handsome knight to protect us
and make sweet, passionate love to me."
The wolf whined and raised his head to
lick her cheek. Laughing, she tried to push him away, but he licked
her full on the mouth. She closed her eyes, stunned when her powers
came rushing back, like a flood of magic coursing around her.
Turning aside, she summoned her basket
to her side. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the wolf jump up,
staring at the basket. Her vision seemed to blur as the wolf's face
slowly became humanlike, then shifted back. She must have hit her
head harder than she'd thought if she was seeing things. She closed
her eyes and shook her head, but the aching had receded.
When she peeked again, the wolf was
gone, and a naked man crouched in front of her. A handsome,
well-built man with shaggy brown hair and golden brown eyes.
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