Wolf Born
One fateful night…Called to the scene of a double murder, police officer Colton Killion finds a vicious vampire attack has decimated his family and the trauma transforms him into a rare ghost wolf. Now he’s on a mission to restore justice and the last thing he needs is a distraction – especially when it comes in the lithe, female form of Lycan Rosalind Kirk. But the attack also infused Rosalind with the spirit of a Banshee… and now only Colton can protect her. When evil strikes again, Rosalind and Colton must risk everything by crossing a forbidden line…
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âYou,â he whispered with his mouth on hers. âIt really was you.â
Ignoring shaky limbs that refused to behave properly and his heartâs off-beat rhythm, Colton leaned into her. Licking gingerly at her lips, nipping lightly at the corners of her mouth before again sealing his lips to hers, he took her breath into his lungs, and felt that breath warm him.
Had this slight, ebony-haired creature truly fought beside him, placing herself in jeopardy in order to help? Although Rosalindâs mouth was momentarily motionless beneath his, Colton sensed with every instinct he possessed how much she wanted to respond.
He wanted her in that moment as much as his beast had desired her in the park. Every inch of him yearned for her, now that heâd been awakened and had captured her in his arms.
One word resonated in his mind, on its own loop, playing over and over.
Mine.
LINDA THOMAS-SUNDSTROM writes contemporary and paranormal romance novels for Mills & Boon>® Nocturne>⢠and Mills & Boon>® Desire>â¢. 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 lindathomas-sundstrom.com or on Facebook.
To my family, those here and those gone, who always believed I had a story to tell.
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Everyone had demons.
âSome species are just closer to them than others,â Colton Killion muttered as he ran beneath the light of a huge Miami moon. For a werewolf like himself, the desire for what the moon offered fit into another category altogether. But now wasnât the time for beastly antics. Heâd had an emergency call.
Drenched in moonlight, and in human form, he sprinted over a wide stretch of dirt and grass. The night air, filled with the scent of the ocean and a dozen kinds of Cuban food, burned his throat as he sucked in it, and left a warm sensation in his groin.
Running appealed to his animal nature.
At the moment, though, he couldnât afford to blow his cover. Two other cops were on his heels, running as fast as their human legs would take them. The radio on his shoulder kept repeating directions interspersed with static.
âOfficer down. All units on the south side respond to the following address. 521 Baker.â
The harsh words wouldnât have been half as bad without the address the dispatcher had given out. Damn if his family didnât live on the same street.
Colton lengthened his stride to reach an area of what in Miami passed for a forest of trees. Liquid moonlight had already begun to move through his veins as if he had injected it into an artery. The phantom sensation of an elongated muzzle made him reach up to check that it hadnât materialized yet.
Those cops behind him couldnât see that. There was no way they would understand having a Lycan in their midst, and that a searing, breath-robbing heat was spreading outward from deep inside his chest where a sleeping beast lay curled, craving the night, awaiting its freedom.
âKillion! Wait up!â Julias Davidson, the officer responsible for this beat yelled, the strain in the manâs voice due to him being shamefully out of shape and having to run to the cruiser parked on the street.
Colton didnât care about the identity of the officer loping along in Davidsonâs wake. He was more concerned that Davidson, usually nosy as hell, hadnât asked why Colton had been passing through this way in the first place when he was officially off duty.
Good thing he hadnât been asked that question, since Colton didnât know the answer. Heâd just acted on a feeling that something was up with this park and had dropped by for a look. Most of the time, he paid attention to those little sparks of intuition.
âHell.â In deference to the unanswerable why he was here, Colton found himself in a precarious state. With the muscles of his neck throbbing and the skin on his bare arms undulating like disturbed water in a pond, restraining his lupine abilities took every ounce of willpower he possessed.
The moon called to him, but there was also an officer down just two doors shy of his parentsâ house. And the sudden notoriety of an injured or, God forbid, dead police officer would be unwanted attention for a family like his that had a lot to hideâand even more to lose, if they were identified as Lycan.
âHellfire!â
The whitewashed oath didnât satisfy him, or take the edge off his anxiety. âIâve got a bad premonition about this dispatch to Baker Street,â he whispered hoarsely. In fact, his gut told him he shouldnât wait for the others, and that he would get to the crime scene faster if he ditched the limiting human persona.
