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Taste for a Mate
Jasper Jamenson’s only responsibility to being the Beta of
the Redwood Pack, second son of the Alpha, is to protect the Pack from
themselves and the human world. After a century of selfless service, his
brother’s new found mating forced him into taking a good look into his life. He
isn’t sure he wants a mate, but fate may have other ideas.
Willow Delton is a skinny, bakery owner – the type most
woman love to hate. Being without family, she finds herself alone to the Greek god
with green eyes who saunters into her bakery every morning. Her desire to
follow him, to be with him, overrides every rational sense she possessed.
Jasper and Willow are drawn together, despite every
nuisance that works against them. But evil beyond even Jasper’s supernatural
compensation will make war against him, by going after the only thing in his
eternal life he desires – Willow. Is Willow’s heart enough to overcome Jasper’s
soul to save her life? A fight he cannot win, but to save her life – he must.
Excerpt:
Jasper Jamenson
fought himself as he walked into the bakery that morning. This would be the
seventh week in a row in which he came here every day but Sunday. And that was
only because the damn store was closed. As good as the cinnamon rolls were, and
they were little tastes of heaven, it was the woman behind the counter that
brought him there every morning.
Following a
particularly bad night in the forest on a hunt Jasper was pissed and hungry.
Another wolf tried to play a dominant game, forcing Jasper to hurt him. The
stench of other’s defeat remained on him, only angering Jasper just that much more.
The scent of the morning’s freshly baked goods pulled him through the quaint
and welcoming door while the slender goddess who served him brought thoughts of
a different form of servicing to mind.
Slightly above
average in height, he would guess about five foot seven; she was the perfect
height to settle against his body. For someone who owned and operated a bakery
she was as skinny as a rail. However, if he looked close enough he could see
the telltale signs curves. He knew that just a little bit of his help and pampering
she would gain well-needed cushion but no matter what, she would look amazing
underneath him. Long, light brown hair was constantly in a bun on the top of
her head. His fingers ached to pull out the pins and watch it tumble down her back.
Hazel eyes sought him and begged for his protection. Damn, he was willing.
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Print version is found in Redwood Pack Vol 1
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