Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
Madi, fresh from Princeton with offers from Harvard and Yale, should be thrilled—but she’s burned out and bitter about privilege. When her brother loses his scholarship, she vows to pay his tuition herself. The only way? A high-paying Wall Street job. With her rebellious best friend cheering her on, Madi sets out to infiltrate the world she despises.
It’s too much. I put my hand around her throat. It’s a threat to her very existence. Proof to myself that I still have the upper hand. I’m still in charge, no matter how out of control I feel. Her eyes widen, but she keeps sucking me off like a good fucking girl. And that’s…
He and Ruby are meeting us over there with Scarlett, Brick’s youngest sister who goes to college somewhere in Europe. Other than the pilot, Madi and I are the only women on this plane. But the other Moon Co guys have been carefully polite to both Madi and me. I’m not sure if they’ll relax…
I roll my eyes, and he smirks. Aubrey “So what’s the scoop with you and Billy?” Madi asks, not missing the fact that he escorted me to my private cabana last night. And, yes, he did come in and wear me out, so I could get to sleep in a new time zone. Yes, it…
I don’t want anything else. I rise and undo my robe, dropping it on the chaise lounge. I have a scrunchie on my wrist, and I whip it off to gather up my braids into a loose bun. “I’m going for a dip.” Without waiting for Madi’s response, I turn and walk down the steps…
He probably has wolves stationed all around the spa. The thought makes me relax. “We’re celebrating with a bachelor and bachelorette party,” Brick says. “It’s a human tradition.” “Ah,” King Luka says. I don’t know what he’s thinking. His scent is overpowered by a thick cologne. His face is shadowed as he looks up at…
“You owe me.” “Oh really?” She raises a brow, but I catch the quiver in her voice. “Nothing comes free.” I slide my hand up further. Her skin is silky and warm, and when she parts her legs a little, her heady scent hits me and sends me reeling. “Wrong, Billy Billions. The best things…
My voice is breathy in a way I hope is sexy, not nervous. I wait until he’s at the bar to glide to the hall. There’s an exec on the phone there, and I smile and nod to him before placing my hand on the bathroom door. He wanders off, and I change direction, moving…
They call after us, and I flinch, but we’re back in the mix of guests, and they don’t seem to want to follow and make a scene. We keep a sedate pace, wandering almost aimlessly towards the door. “Thank you,” I breathe once we step outside. “Don’t thank me. We’re not out of the woods…
He noticed the invitation and decided to play the part of fairy godmother by sending me the dress and coming in a limo to pick me up. Except he’s both the fairy godmother and prince rolled into one. It’s arrogant as all hell but also so thoughtful. With the lights down low as we share…
I just have to figure out how to do it. Billy gets me a glass of white wine and a G&T for himself. We sip our drinks and watch people ooh and ahh over my mural. I know I only took the gig to get access to Sentience, but knowing my art is being used…