A WILD WOLF…
Taryn yearned for the freedom to find a place where she belonged. A place where she was loved and could love without fear. The first time she saw Jett, her heart and mind knew he was the one for her.

A SEXY AS SIN SHIFTER…

Jett nearly lost his place in the Mystic Wolves because of one wild wolf. Now, she’s saved his life, and his wolf wants her for their own. Can he trust her not to betray them all?

A BOND THEY COULDN’T DENY…

Taryn and Jett fight the attraction they’ve felt simmering between them, until danger almost takes what is most precious away… an unyielding love they’d never thought they deserved to have.

Taryn is trapped in an abusive pack. Her father is the Alpha and he is sadistic and powerful, feeding off the pain and fear of his pack but mostly off the pain he inflicts on his daughter.

Jett feels like a failure to his Alpha and his pack. While guarding the wolf who almost killed his Alpha’s mate he scented Taryn recognizing her as his mate.

He hasn’t scented his mate in a while, but as he’s performing in the pack’s club in Sturgis, he not only scents her but sees her dancing and teasing him.

There is more going on that night, and as a result Jett’s life could be forfeit. Taryn manages to convince the Mystic Wolves she can help, not an easy task when she has the scent of the ones who attacked. However, she is more than willing to sacrifice herself if she fails to save Jett.

This is a favorite scene.

Jett looked over his shoulder, checking on their sleeping guest. Something in the vicinity of his heart twitched at the image of her in obvious distress. He didn’t like the smell of her blood mixed with the unique scent. After sufficiently dressing, he grabbed a bottle of water and walked back to where she slept, easing the jacket back from her shoulder. The torn and jagged wound made him gasp. He wondered why she hadn’t started to heal.

A touch to her forehead let him know she was warmer than was normal. Fear for her safety snaked up his spine. He got back to his feet and walked out to the bar area where he found the phone.

He punched in Zayn and Cora’s number, uncaring of the time. Zayn answered on the second ring.

“What the hell do you want?”

“Taryn is bleeding and hotter than a shifter should be. She needs medical attention.” Jett didn’t add anything more, figuring Zayn would fill in the blanks.

“Damn, how bad is it?” The second to the Mystic Wolves didn’t sound half asleep anymore, or angry.

Jett looked back toward the open door to the office, wishing he could see through walls. “No clue, man. I didn’t know she’d been attacked.”

The sound of rustling fabric came through the line. “We will be there in an hour, give or take a few. If she wakes up before we get there give her some water, but nothing else. I’m bringing Alaina with me,” Cora said and then hung up before Jett could ask her more.

His gaze snapped back to the darkened room at the sound of a low moan, instantly alert. He heard the voice of a tortured woman and it broke his heart. His feet were carrying him across the concrete floor before he’d thought about his actions.

She’d kicked off the blanket, her head thrashed in the wake of a nightmare. In a protective move he leaped the dozen feet separating them just as her back bowed, catching her when she would have fallen out of the chair. He was astounded at her slight figure.

When she didn’t wake up, he carried her over to the large couch, wishing he’d had the foresight to clean it off. Retracing his steps, he grabbed another blanket and lay it over the cold surface before putting her down.

Her arms locked around his neck, feverish eyes opened. “Don’t leave me, please.”

Jett found himself mesmerized by her sky blue eyes. Her arms fell away as quickly as they grabbed him. He rearranged her body, making her more comfortable, not wanting to look too closely at what that meant. For now, Jett did what he could until Cora and Alaina showed up with their mates. He got a cool wet cloth and washed her face and neck. When he reached the black leather jacket, he was reluctant to remove it, but again knew she’d rest more comfortably out of the garment.

Getting women out of their clothes was something he excelled at, but he’d never undressed an unconscious one before. “Fuck it.” Jett let his claws lengthen, easing beneath the edge he sliced the arm off one side then the other. Under his watchful eyes she slept on, looking like something the cat drug in with her ripped jacket and torn up shoulder. Another wound in her side seeped blood. Jett lifted the blood soaked shirt, wondering how the hell she’d gotten the injury without her clothing getting damaged.

He got up from the sofa, getting the ice bucket from the corner bar and filling it with warm water. He’d never seen himself act as a nurse before. Most shifters healed on their own, or would need a little assistance, usually between the thighs of a woman. Didn’t mean they didn’t get hurt, they just didn’t last.

His brows drew together at the gashes in her side. They looked like she’d been gouged by a wolf, much like what he’d had in the fight earlier. He lifted his own T-shirt, expecting to see similar marks, only pinkened skin marred the area. By tomorrow even that would be tanned with no visible signs.

Without a conscious thought, Jett shredded the bloodied tank, leaving her in a lace black bra that didn’t contain as much as display her gorgeous breasts. However, he wasn’t turned on by the sight of her breasts as he was horrified by the amount of blood she’d clearly been losing, while he’d been blissfully unaware. The black coat and top had masked it, but he was a shifter for fuck sake.

A hot sensation burned through him, and Jett sucked in the anger threatening to swallow him whole. He’d find out who caused the damage and make them pay.
Boon, Elle. Jett’s Wild Wolf: Mystic Wolves Book 3 . Elle Boon. Kindle Locations (395 – 429). Kindle Edition.

Taryn has more than one secret, and the revelations are not only shocking but intriguing as well.

I’m am thoroughly enjoying this re-read. I had forgotten how twisted things were outside of the Mystic and Iron Wolf packs.

Intense, with hold your breath action and plenty of heat as yet another Mystic Wolf gets his mate.

5 Contented Purrs for Elle!

Elle Boon

Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’s known for her penchant of dropping F-bombs like a boss, needing coffee before she’s human, and blessing so many hearts, she is going for sainthood.

She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, being that she’s athletically challenged and all. She loves where this new journey has taken her. She writes what she loves to read, all things romance, whether it’s erotic, contemporary, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after.

Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.