A Wicked Tale
Best way to tame a bad wolf? Be a little wicked yourself…
Carmen finds it hard to trust—then again, her father went mad and had to be put down by her current Alpha. Carmen might hold a position of power within the pack, but part of her always wonders if they could turn on her as quickly as they did him. When she finds a man who she’s pretty sure the current Alpha failed on a lot of levels, she decides to take matters into her own hands and prove Dara isn’t as perfect of an Alpha as everyone thinks.
Seth lost his mate, but he survived. He can’t stand to watch other wolves happily carrying on with their lives and mates after he’d failed to protect his own. Dara allows him his privacy and ensures that he survives, even if there are days when he wishes otherwise. When one headstrong and opinionated she-wolf decides she’s going to end the unique hell of his isolation, Seth has to make a choice…
Kick her butt to the curb or answer the call to claim her. But can he dare claim another mate when he knows he failed once to be the man his mate needed?
Seth is an unusual lone wolf he has a pack but lives away from it. He follows a yearly ritual, one that holds a memory that his Alpha Dara understands. She accepts his behavior, but isn’t pleased he chooses to stay away from his pack.
Carmen is a young not so well meaning she wolf. She thinks Dara is falling down on the job and is trying to find proof of that. She encounters Seth on the night of his ritual and smells pack, but she has never seen him before. Thinking he holds the evidence she needs that her Alpha has ignored or abandoned him she tracks him down.
What ensues is comical, sweet, sad and extremely sexy. Carmen has questions, questions Seth has no intention of answering. This is one of my favorite scenes.
In seconds, he was shimmying out of his jeans, providing even more of intoxicating view. “Look, probably me showing up naked gave the wrong impression…”
Because no matter how much she and her wolf wanted to crawl up that tempting body, he was still a stranger and she just wasn’t that kind of gal, no matter how much she might want to be right that second.
His snort of laughter called forth an answering grin from her. “Not why I’m stripping but I have to admit I like how you think, nosy wolf.”
She opened her mouth, proud of herself for keeping her gaze north of the beltline, but he interrupted with a single raised finger.
“I’m not going to answer your questions and you’re so tempting, so…”
The crunch of bones and flow of muscles warned her seconds before he started to change. “Aw, hell… Seriously? That’s weak dude.”
But she wasn’t talking to a man anymore. He stood on four feet, positively grinning at her with his toothy wolf mouth.
There’s lot of snark and lots of frustration in this delightful tale. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
5 Contented Purrs for Virginia!
Virginia Nelson likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude–not always in that order.