From our house to yours, have a wonderful Christmas and happy holidays! I'm finishing up OBSESSION, the next Mating Mini in my Werewolves of Montana series. Raphael is very sexy, and very dangerous.... here's an excerpt.
OBSESSION
copyright 2014 by Bonnie Vanak
Tempted to sit on the hood of Alexa’s gleaming new car, she sat on a
bench beneath a shady oak tree. Raphael followed.
He parked a lean hip
against the tree’s trunk and folded his muscular arms. In his red flannel
shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to display tanned forearms, and faded jeans
with scuffed Western boots, he looked
like an ordinary cowboy. But there was nothing ordinary about this Lupine.
Curls the color of
blackest night spilled down to his collar. His strong jaw was covered by a
close-trimmed beard, and the same beard framed a mouth far too sensual for a
man. But there was nothing sensual about the sharp, angular features of his
face nor the darkness of those brown eyes.
Those eyes seemed
ageless, and ancient pain lurked in their depths.
Jessica studied the
acres of green pasture, the gleaming buildings, and thought about the expensive
motor cars parked in the garage. “It must be nice to be wealthy,” she mused.
“There are worse
things than having no money,” he said quietly.
“Easy to say when you
have plenty of it.”
“I’d trade all the
money in the world to regain what I’ve lost.”
He looked dark and
dangerous and yet he had an air of vulnerability.
“What did you lose?”
Raphael shook his
head. “Another time, little one. Perhaps one night I will share that
information.”
“You don’t believe in
sharing during the day?”
His gaze became
hooded. “With you, I would much rather share…things… at night.”
Jessica felt her
entire body flare with heat. Every time he gazed at her with those bedroom
eyes, she felt a jolt of sensual awareness.
Her Lupine nature, with all its raging hormones and
sexual need, howled for release.
But his seductive gaze wasn’t centered on her face
now. He stared at her curls.
“What’s wrong? Never seen a redhead before?”
“Not of that color. I have met some red wolf Lupines,
but their coloring is darker.” Raphael left the tree, approached her. Before
she could squeak a protest, he wrapped a strand of her hair around his index
finger.
“It is like
living flame that does not burn. But do you burn, Jessica? Burn with the desire
all our kind possesses?”
Dry-mouthed,
she struggled for a comeback. Think,
think! No way could she allow this silver-tongued devil wolf to best her.
“Right now I
burn with a tremendous desire.” Jessica tugged her hair away from his loose
grasp. “A desire for you to stop touching me.”
He arched a brow. “That is not touching you, little
one. When I touch you, you will know it, and be unable to resist.”
