The Black Wolf
He’s a werewolf. She’s so much more…Raised in seclusion, Cara Kirk-Killion knows that she will never find the man who haunts her dreams until she ventures out into the world. But it’s Were-cop Rafe Laundau’s job to protect this shape-shifter from her own naveté. Yet he needs her as much as she needs him – to help his pack rid Miami of a vampire horde, and to satisfy a desire he’s never felt before.
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Heâs a werewolf...
...Sheâs so much more
Raised in seclusion, Cara Kirk-Killion knows that she will never find the man who haunts her dreams until she ventures out into the world. But itâs Were cop Rafe Laundauâs job to protect this shape-shifter from her own naïveté. Yet he needs her as much as she needs himâto help his pack rid Miami of a vampire horde, and to satisfy a desire heâs never felt before.
LINDA THOMAS-SUNDSTROM writes contemporary and paranormal romance novels for Mills & Boon. A teacher by day and a writer by night, Linda lives in the West, juggling teaching, writing, family and caring for a big stretch of land. She swears she has a resident muse who sings so loudly, she often wears earplugs in order to get anything else done. But she has big plans to eventually get to all those ideas. Visit Linda at www.lindathomas-sundstrom.com or on Facebook.
Also by Linda Thomas-Sundstrom
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Golden Vampire
Guardian of the Night
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Wolf Born
Wolf Hunter
Seduced by the Moon
Immortal Redeemed
Half Wolf
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08210-5
THE BLACK WOLF
© 2018 Linda Thomas-Sundstrom
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To my family, those here and those gone, who
always believed I had a story to tell.
Contents
Hot Miami nights in September were the bane of tourists and locals alike...but they suited Rafe Landau just fine.
Werewolves seldom reacted to heat the same way humans did. With body temperatures so elevated most of the time, a few degrees one way or the other didnât matter. And humidity was Rafeâs friend. Sultry nights like this one were perfect for keeping criminals inside in front of their air conditioners. Or so he hoped. A detectiveâs job didnât involve much downtime in a city this big. Having a night off from the usual chaos was a blessing.
Rafe sipped his soft drink on the narrow balcony of his semi-affordable oceanfront apartment, where the crash of waves almost completely masked the more invasive city sounds. Behind him, the blonde he planned to share a couple of hours on a mattress with shuffled toward him on bare feet.
âGot anything to drink in your bachelor pad besides sodas?â
Her voice was grittier than her looks. Rafe liked his temporary bed partners natural, without medically enhanced curves, dyed hair or overdone makeup. His preferences could have been a throwback to the times when wolves ran naked in the wild and nature ruled, but the fact was that he liked to see, taste and feel the women he dated with nothing artificial in his way.
Tonightâs date had already discarded most of her clothes; she was down to flimsy green lingerie that looked good on her. Her shoulder-length hair was tousled, her lips pouty. And her current state of undress made her invitation perfectly clear.
