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The Howl and the PussyCat, July 2008
Samhain Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-60504-071-4
Genre: Paranormal
Format: e-Book
Jacqueline’s sexy little Red Riding Hood
outfit was supposed to rekindle her boyfriend’s flagging
interest. Instead she’s red in the face and dumped for
another woman. To add to the indignity, she finds
herself pursued into the woods by a wolf.
Somehow she manages to escape, only to
end up with two new pains—a twisted ankle, and a sexy rescuer
who claims he’s been searching for her all his life. |
After several decades of searching, Baldric is surprised that
his destined mate is a provocative human woman with a catty
attitude. Hardly a perfect match for a werewolf, but there can
be no other partner for him. To seduce the woman he’s hungered
for all his life, he’ll have to convince her hardened heart that
he’s capable of love. And do it without scaring her off with the
truth—that underneath his hard body beats the loyal heart of a
wolf.
Reviews
"...a joy
to read. There is a flaming hot sex scene at the end that will
certainly leave you howling! For such a short novella it delivers
the heat and passion reader's have come to expect from Ann Cory."
~ Reviewer Brianna of Bitten By Books
"This sweet, sexy, fast paced retelling of Little Red Riding Hood
was a pleasure to read. Baldric's gentle vulnerability stole my
heart. His nearly insatiable libido and determined attention to
detail (Jacqueline's pleasure) scorched the pages...a sexy read."
~ Reviewer T.S. Peters of JERR
Excerpt
“It’s just
your imagination. You’re fine. There’s nothing back there,” she
reasoned aloud. With the car in park, she counted to five and turned
around, coming face to face with a large gray wolf.
Jacquelyn screamed and bolted from the car. The rain pelted her skin
and soaked her cape, making it twice as heavy. She looked back once
and noticed the animal bound from the car and come after her. It let
out a howl that reduced her to half-screams, half-whimpers. Why the
hell did she pick to run toward the trees? She should have run
toward the road and flagged down a driver, though dressed in her
outfit she worried who would stop for her.
With only the newly risen moon to see by, she found herself running
through a forest that stretched for miles. Old crippled trees
surrounded her, looking like they would reach down and swoop her up
into their gnarled clutches, a thought she quickly shook from her
mind.
“I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die,” she chanted
to herself, trying to ignore her screaming calves and ankles. Not
only was it murder to run in high heels, but her stockings scratched
against her inner thighs. Talk about chaffing.
She looked back again and saw the wolf still hot on her trail. God,
why was it chasing her? Dumped, desperate and now some wild thing’s
prey. Her heart nearly beat right out of her chest, thundering
loudly as she ran. How had it gotten inside her car in the first
place? Did it crawl in when she first went into the costume shop?
Someone’s cruel joke at her expense? Damn Ted. It was all his
fault…somehow…in a way that didn’t make any sense, but made her feel
better to think.
As she made it to a clearing in the woods, the rain let up, becoming
a light mist. Just in time too, as up ahead she spotted a small
cabin. Maybe her luck had changed? She tried to forget about all the
scary movies she’d watched where a young woman runs into what looks
like a deserted house, only to become dinner and a show for a band
of nasty little men. Though, the other alternative, her limbs being
torn apart by fangs and devoured, left much to be desired. One way
or another she was screwed. And here she’d planned the night to be
screwed for pleasure, not pain.
Jacquelyn fought the pain in her calves and ran toward the cabin
like a madwoman, jarring her ankle hard in the process. Nothing, not
even the grueling pain, would make her stop until she made it safely
inside.
At the door, she stopped a moment to catch her breath and tried to
peek in through the window. No lights were on. Should she knock?
Waking an angry old man might not be a good idea. Out of good
manners or stupidity, she didn’t know which, she knocked. A branch
snapped behind her followed by another eerie howl. The sound
vibrated and made her queasy. She didn’t dare look back.
As her hand closed around the doorknob, something grabbed her from
behind. She heard herself scream, high pitched and blood curdling.
Her knees buckled. Instead of falling to the ground, she felt
herself being picked up and propelled over something curiously
solid. Whoever or whatever it was couldn’t be good. Finally, the
delicious black shrouded her vision, and she let it take her.
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