Bad to the Bone
Available March 2007ISBN 978-1-59632-429-9
Loose Id
Note: This is a re-release. If you like, check out Olivia's and Garrick's second encounter in Hungry Like The Wolf, also released by Loose Id.
After a terrible accident in the ambulance, EMT Olivia Jordan didn't expect to wake up chained to a bed. The tall dark sexy man holding her prisoner is not what she expected either. But Garrick Blackthorn's not your every day kidnapper, no, there's something extraordinary about him. Something that attracts Olivia. Something dark and secret.
Something that might end Olivia's life...
Garrick laughed. The sound was low and husky and made Olivia shiver with desire. She could feel little quivers in her thighs, and she didn't think it was from fear. The man was pure hormones. A walking talking pheromone. It seeped into her system and wound its way around her sex. Brushing against her clit. Penetrating her. It took everything she had not to moan out loud.
Staring deep into her eyes, he grabbed her ankle and put it in his lap. He took out a key and unlocked the cuff. As he released her, his fingers brushed against the exposed skin of her foot and ankle. Olivia jolted from the searing touch. It sent delicious shivers up her leg and settled like a pool of molten lava deep in her womb.
"Better?"
"Um, yes, thank you."
Christ, what was wrong with her? Not too long ago, she thought this guy was a homicidal psycho killer, now all she wanted to do was rip away the cotton of his shirt and the denim of his jeans and suck on his flesh. She had never felt want like this before. It was all encompassing, and terrifying. Like she was not in control of her mind any longer.
Garrick titled his head and narrowed his eyes. "Could you indulge me for a moment?"
She flinched. "What do you mean?"
"I want to smell you. Your scent is strong and I need to make sure."
"You’re not going to sniff my butt, are you? Like a dog?"
He grinned slyly. "Not unless you want me to."
Her sex tightened and she nearly groaned. She shook her head quickly. "Uh, no."
Garrick took hold of her uninjured hand and pulled her forward as he leaned over. He closed his eyes as he neared her neck. Olivia could feel his hot breath on her skin. She closed her eyes in ecstasy. She heard him take in a deep breath through his nose, smelling her. She desperately wanted to turn her head and find his mouth with hers to plunge her tongue in and taste the wild flavor of him.
She felt him release her hand. She opened her eyes and saw him sitting back and smiling softly.
"You smell of nature."
She looked him over and noticed the large bulge at the crotch of his jeans. She quickly looked up not wanting him to know what she was looking at. His smile widened. He knew.
"Are you sure you don’t have a crazy hairy grandmother in your family?"
She laughed. "No, no hairy relatives. Why?"
"Werewolves give off a certain scent. It’s how we can identify each other, and how we choose a mating partner." He licked his lips. "You smell very…very intoxicating."
"Oh." She could feel her face redden, and her sex quicken.
"I feel myself very attracted to you, therefore I must leave you for a bit. I need to get my bearings straight." He unfolded his large frame and stood up.
Olivia shook her head clear. She felt the cobwebs of desire loosen their hold. Enough for her to think again. "Can you let me go? I won’t go to the police. I’ll keep your secret."
"It’s not the police I’m worried about, and I don’t think you really believe me."
"I do. I do believe you."
He smiled. "No, I think you almost do. I think somewhere deep in that mind of yours you know what I say is true, but you still don’t believe." He went to the door and turned. "By tonight you will."