"...What a ride! Sex, love, sex, adventure, murder, and did I mention sex?! Wolf Tales III has it all... Although Wolf Tales III is the latest of Ms. Douglas's stories of the Chanku, this book is a stand alone story. I, however, am off to find the earlier books."

"...Kate Douglas has done is again! WOLF TALES III is so hot, you need to keep ice on hand to cool yourself off. The sex scenes between Jake, Shannon and the pack are so vivid, you can feel each touch and breath. Once started, I couldn't put this book down. If you are looking for an erotic romance, WOLF TALES III is just the book for you."

"...This is a hot, emotional tale. If you love werewolf erotic romances with strong alpha males then run, don't walk, to your nearest book store and pick up Wolf Tales III. While you're there, don't forget the first two books in the series, because I guarantee when you finish reading Shannon and Jacob's story, you won't be able to get enough of Kate Douglas' Chanku"

"...if you want sexuality that will take you to the edge and right over it, WOLF TALES III is a must read. Be sure to check out Kate Douglas' earlier WOLF TALES."

"...Wolf Tales III is another erotic escapade from Ms. Douglas that is not to be missed."

She really needed to get the ceiling patched. Shannon Murphy stared at the ugly crack running from one corner of her bedroom to the light fixture in the middle, paying only vague attention to the man diligently licking between her legs.

His short, coarse hair irritated her inner thighs. He had a death grip on her buttocks that would surely leave bruises, and while he slurped and licked her pussy with enthusiasm, his tongue managed to miss her clitoris completely.

Shannon tilted her hips, hoping Robert would take the hint and lick where it counted.

Whoever, he missed his cue. His tongue stabbed her pussy, then he sucked her labia between his lips. His slurping grew louder and his fingers tightened on her butt.

The ceiling caught Shannon's attention again. Maybe she could talk the landlord into new paint? A different color? That would be nice. Change was good, wasn't it?

Not always. She really thought she'd been ready for a change when Tia Mason moved out, but Shannon missed her friend. Badly. She glanced at the clock. Tia would have brought her to climax at least a couple times by now. Yeah, Shannon definitely missed Tia.

What a strange phone call from Tia this afternoon! So unlike her. Tia hadn't made much sense, other than to scare the crap out of her, but Tia seemed to think Shannon might be in some kind of danger. Enough danger that a new acquaintance of Tia's was on his way to Boston to protect her, a man who worked for Tia's father, Ulrich Mason.

Robert or Richard or whoever the hell he was crawled up Shannon's body and slobbered on first one breast, then the other. Shannon's nipples didn't respond, even though he sucked and licked the flat, soft circles. Then he rammed his hard little latex-covered dick between her legs.

Shannon sighed with relief over the remembered name and lifted her hips, searching in vain for more penetration. There certainly wasn't anything remotely big about the little pecker banging around inside her totally unaroused pussy. She wished he'd hurry up and finish.

He grunted like a pig, slamming his pelvis against her mound with each thrust. Shannon thought about faking an O, but she had to draw the line somewhere.

Depression settled over Shannon, along with the full weight of the man who hadn't turned her on enough to leave her wanting. She shoved his inert body aside and crawled out of bed.

A stray thought flitted through her mind. She wondered about the guy headed to Boston and her apartment at this very moment. Hopefully he was younger than Tia's dad...young and sexy and very good looking...and really good between the sheets. Shannon glanced at the man in her bed and shuddered.

"I'm going to take a shower. I'd really appreciate it if you'd let yourself out before I'm through."

Shannon shoved her tangled hair back from her face. "This was a mistake, Richard. Take Big Dick and go home. Don't come back. I'm sorry." She turned and walked into the bathroom, still muttering to herself. "Really, really, really sorry."

Jacob Trent glanced at the piece of paper in his hand and shoved it back in his pocket. He'd thought about renting a car at Logan Airport, but the broad's address was in Boston's North End, land of no parking, so he looked for a cab instead.

Let Luc Stone pick up the tab, along with the rest of the expenses, since the trip was obviously Luc's idea. Right about now, Jake figured his buddy Lucien would do anything to keep Jake's sorry ass away from Tia, the pack's only bitch...and Luc's mate.

Jake wished he could blame Luc for what was, without a doubt, the biggest fuck-up Jake had ever engineered in his life. He'd been stewing about it all the way from San Francisco to Boston, wondering exactly why he'd been chosen for this assignment. He'd rather have gotten the details from Luc, not AJ. If Luc had been the one to call, it might have given Jake a chance to apologize.

Obviously, Luc didn't want any part of him right now. Jake wished he knew, though, if this assignment was punishment or an honest job.

He rubbed at the raw bite wound on his throat. It itched like a son of a bitch, which meant it must be healing, but the raw wound was a reminder of the really shitty thing Jake had done to his best friend.

Jake sure as hell owed Luc-and Tia-an apology. One did not try to fuck as wolf with the pack alpha's bitch. Jake still couldn't believe he'd been so stupid, but for the first time in his life he'd lost it. His Chanku side had gone totally out of control.

Tia was just so damned hot. So ready, on her hands and knees in front of him, her pussy all wet and soft, her scent rising up and grabbing Jake by the balls until he'd totally lost sight of who and where he was.

Even now, almost three thousand miles away and possibly facing banishment from his pack, Jake still tasted Tia on his tongue, still felt the hot, wet pulsation as her clenching pussy grabbed his fingers. Jake's body tightened with the memory. His nostrils flared.

Tia'd been damned generous with her body, willing to take each man in the pack without hesitation. Only Jake had fucked things up, shifting from man to wolf in mid thrust, planning to catch her unaware with his wolven cock.

Figuring in some convoluted corner of his horny brain that if he tied with Tia, if he took her as his mate while in wolven form, she'd be his. She'd bond with him, not Luc. Like it was that simple? Like Tia didn't have a brain and feelings and wasn't already head over heels in love with Lucien Stone?

Jake felt like a damned fool. He'd risked everything to tie with the only female Chanku shapeshifter any of them had ever known.

Fortunately, Tia had been faster and Luc's aim was off or Jake's story would have been all she wrote. When Luc had shifted to wolf and gone for Jake's throat, he'd gotten a mouthful of fur along with his hunk of Jake's flesh. Otherwise, Jake wouldn't be standing here at Logan Airport, looking for a cab.

Shannon turned off the shower, rubbed lotion over her arms and legs, then wrapped one fluffy towel around her dripping mass of hair and another around her body. She stepped out of the bathroom in a billowing cloud of steam.

The man sitting with his back to her stood up. It wasn't Richard. No, this man might have his hair cut military short like Richard's, but there the resemblance ended. Tall and muscular, he filled her bedroom with menace. His eyes were hidden behind expensive dark glasses, his hands encased in black leather gloves. He radiated danger without saying a word.

Tia's frantic phone call slammed into Shannon's mind. Was this Tia's friend? No. Nothing about this man felt right. Shannon took a step back, but strong arms caught her around the waist, lifted her off the ground. A leather clad hand clapped over her mouth. Shannon hadn't even seen the second man standing beside the bathroom door.

Frantic, she twisted and bucked against his iron-like grip, kicking at jeans-covered shins with her bare feet. Her right hand came free. Shannon raked her fingernails along a sturdy forearm.

The man shook her so hard her teeth rattled. Her towel fell off her hair, spilling down over her eyes, blinding her. The towel around her torso slipped and twisted around her body, tangling in the man's gloved hands.

Shannon tried to take advantage of her attacker's compromised grip, but the first man grabbed her ankles and quickly taped them together. Still wriggling and twisting for all she was worth, Shannon was dumped unceremoniously on her belly on the rumpled bed. With two large men holding her down, she could barely move. One bound her hands tightly behind her back, almost dislocating her shoulders.

Then he flipped her over, but before she could get a good look, another strip of tape went over her eyes. The last strip covered Shannon's mouth, leaving barely enough room for her to breathe.

Shannon sucked air through her nose. It wasn't enough! Panic gave her strength. She bucked and twisted her body as meaty, leather-clad hands grabbed for her. Still wet from her shower, skin slick from lotion, she slipped free of first one set of hands then the other.

She was falling. Sliding off the edge of the bed amid curses and kicks, large hands grabbing at her slippery body with bruising strength, throwing her face down on the bed once more.

Shannon couldn't breathe, couldn't see it coming. Had no way to prepare for the knee in the middle of her back and the sharp prick of a needle in her left buttock. Pain blossomed outward from the injection site. She saw stars and flashing lights behind the tape, then felt herself falling, as if from a very high point.

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