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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: The Wildman Was Crazy! Sheila McKay had been kidnapped and bitten by a man claiming to be a werewolf. But what was way worse--she was unbelievably, undeniably attracted to the nutcase. Spirited away to a remote cabin in the woods, Sheila begins her strange indoctrination into the world of the Loopin--wolf shifters. And learns that she is bound to Airek--leader of the clan. She is his destined bitch. Airek has been waiting for Sheila McKay his entire life. Every Loopin male, to be completely whole, has to find their bondmate. Sheila McKay is his--by right, by pack law, by destiny itself. Their time has come. They are a mated pair. But destiny can be a strange and fickle thing--and love and lust between a human and a wolf shifter, even stranger. Now Airek finds himself on a mission that is even more difficult and perilous than locating, binding and fighting for his mate--he must win her heart. For what good is the conquest without the ultimate prize...

eBook Publisher: Atlantic Bridge/Liquid Silver Books, Published: Liquid Silver Books, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2004

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [712 KB], eReader (PDB) [134 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [118 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [105 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [129 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [164 KB], hiebook (KML) [297 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [182 KB], iSilo (PDB) [96 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [121 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [161 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [161 KB]
Words: 37802
Reading time: 108-151 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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ISBN: 1-59578-027-0

Shining silver eyes watched steadily from across the street.

She was beautiful, long and lean with a mane of fiery hair that begged for the touch. Her eyes were two pools of liquid emerald and her lips the color of ripe strawberries. Disgruntled, she'd just tossed her newspaper in the trashcan with a wrinkle of her pert little nose.

He had watched her for some time, listening and learning all there was to know about her. The wait for his chosen mate had seemed endless, and now that she was here he did not intend to let her escape.

Anticipation of the hunt filled him with eagerness.

It would be soon; he could smell her readiness in the air. Soon Sheila McKay would belong to him. It was her destiny.

Sheila McKay was fed up. She'd come to New York City with a dream and now she was leaving broke.

She was talented and had studied for years, perfecting her technique. Her teachers claimed her singing could make angels weep and satyrs smile. Her voice was her one great talent and it was getting her nowhere.

Sheila had come to the Big Apple on the advice of everyone back home in North Carolina. New York City was the place to be if she wanted to get noticed and become famous. So she'd packed up her belongings in three measly suitcases and driven fourteen hours north.

Thirteen months, two weeks and five hours later, she was throwing in the towel. All she had accomplished in the Big Apple was wearing out her only pair of high heels, dodging the advances of way too many shady would-be-employers and spending her last dime, literally. It was time to call it quits. She was down to her last box of crackers and ramen noodle soup and frankly, she was sick of the stuff. There were only so many things one could do with ramen.

Sheila felt remarkably better now that she had come to the decision to go home. So what if life in a small town lacked the luster and polish of a big city? At least back home she wouldn't have to save her pennies to buy a pair of nylons.

"Blast and damn, so that's it," she muttered. She wasn't used to failing.

"You look sad, little girl. Can I help?"

Sheila turned her head, giving the man who had just spoken to her a look cold enough to freeze over Hades.

The light turned and Sheila headed across the street, ever mindful of the man who followed her. She strode briskly up Broadway, her heart beating furiously as she reached into her purse for the mace on her keychain.

She pulled the mace out slowly and took two more steps before turning on her heel, mace in hand. "Okay, you asshole." Sheila's eyes widened; there was no one there. "All right, now this city has made me lose my mind." She laughed nervously as she made her way toward West End Avenue.

"Never turn your back on the shadows." The voice came from right behind her ear.

Sheila spun and her eyes widened. She saw two glowing yellow eyes before pain ripped through her body and blackness claimed her.

It was dark, dark and damp. Sheila moaned; her head was splitting in two; her body sore beyond belief. She squinted and felt panic rise as her eyes encountered nothing but darkness.

Oh God, she'd been attacked and kidnapped, she was going to die. She read about cases like this in the newspaper every day. Okay, not exactly like this, how many girls could claim to have seen a pair of glowing yellow eyes before they passed out?

Standing up tentatively, she groped in the overwhelming darkness and took two steps forward, stopping when she encountered cold, wet stone. Where was she?

A small scream escaped her as light seared her eyes and an unfamiliar voice broke the dense silence.

"You're still in New York. Upstate New York, to be precise." The voice came from a now-open door.

"What do you want?" She blinked twice, letting her eyes adjust to the light. A man stood in the doorway, the same man she'd spoken to on Broadway. She inched back. "Get away from me."

He strode confidently into the room. "Now, now, is that any way to behave in front of your future mate?"

The lump of fear in her throat threatened to choke her.

"You're absolutely crazy. Who the hell are you and what am I doing here?"

Her captor was ferocious and terrifying. He was huge: tall and broad-shouldered with short shaggy black hair and hard features. A large scar cut across his face from forehead to chin and his eyes were a glittering gold.

No one had eyes like that, it just wasn't normal.

"Yes, take a good look. I am the man you will mate with. It is fitting that you look at me, as I do you."

Sheila held up a hand when he advanced. "Whoa there now, you just stay away from me."

The man looked puzzled. "Do you not want me?"

Even under the terrifying circumstances, Sheila couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up within her throat and exploded out. "Want you? No, I don't want you. You hit me and knocked me out and then kidnapped me. Why in hell would I want you?"

"I bit you, I didn't hit you." The man answered gruffly. He still appeared baffled at her reaction to him.

"You did what?"

"I bit you. You are my mate; we must consummate the claim."

Sheila had no idea what the crazy man was talking about, but just then her neck began to ache and prickle. She brought a hand to her neck and felt the raised ragged skin.

She moved her hand to her face and saw the blood that covered it. Oh God, he had bitten her.

"You bastard," Her eyes grew hot with anger and she forgot, for a moment, her fear. "You really did bite me."

"Of course," he replied nonchalantly.

"Of course?" Sheila's blood slowly began to boil. That was all he was going to say. He was totally insane. She was holed up with madman, a madman with a penchant for biting. "You're going to kill me, aren't you?"

"Why would I wish to kill my mate?"

"What are you talking about?" Mate? A slow crawl of fear worked its way up her body.

"You are the destined mate to the Alpha of the Loopin. I've claimed first blood," he smiled, "and may I say, your blood is intoxicating."

"Oh my God, is this some weird sort of cult?" She threw up her hands to ward off the crazy loon who now walked toward her.

Suddenly she heard it, thunder that rumbled down the corridor. By the look on the nutcase's face, he heard it too.

"I will return."

Sheila watched him rush from the room and sank against the stone wall. "Oh goodie, I'll be waiting for your return, figment of my overactive imagination."

Airek had never known such anger. When he found Rex, he would rip his liver out with his teeth and feast on his heart.

He'd seen Rex approach his mate, but before he could stop their meeting he was attacked by two rogue Pack members. He had dispensed with the pups easily enough but had lost Rex's scent. He picked it up again in the woods and it had led him to this abandoned fallout shelter.

He knew they were here, his mate and his enemy. He navigated the underground passageways, each sniff drawing him nearer to the prize.

"You cannot have her now, I have claimed first blood." The voice was grating and harsh to the ears.

Airek bared his teeth. It seemed that his quarry had come to him. "Rex, you go too far now." He advanced toward the rogue, one silver eye trained on the door at the end of the hallway. "My patience has worn thin."

Rex laughed heartily. "I have her, Airek. How does it feel to be second best? She is mine."

Airek's eyes burned hot with fury as he felt his fangs stretching his mouth and knew they gleamed deadly in the dim light. This upstart thought to take his destined mate from him? "She is mine, Rex. Make no mistake about it, she is mine."

Rex growled low in his throat. "So, come and try to claim her."

He allowed himself a small smile before he launched himself at Rex full force.

Sheila froze. The screams and howls coming from the hall made her blood run cold.

She unsteadily got to her feet and stared at the open door. It was her only way out, and she had to escape.

She let out a blood-curdling scream as two huge wolves tumbled into the room and she scrambled back into the corner, eyes wide with horror, mouth agape. The wolves tore at one another, their talon-like teeth ripping into one another's fur and flesh.

"Oh my God, oh my God, this isn't real, I'm not seeing this." Sheila chanted as she began to hyperventilate.

The giant silver wolf slashed at the smaller black wolf's flesh and sent him sprawling. The smaller wolf was down, and he wasn't moving.

Sheila shook her head wildly as the giant silver wolf limped toward her. "Good doggy, good little wolf dog, just stay away from me, okay? Stay away like a good little dog." She knew that her words were ridiculous, but she couldn't seem to stop babbling.

The wolf smiled.

Terror crawled through her. It had smiled; the huge animal had smiled at her. "I'm in the Twilight Zone, that's got to be it. I'm hallucinating, and none of this is real." Sheila clasped her hands together and began to pray. She prayed harder than she had ever prayed before.

"It is going to be all right, Lupe, do not worry."

Sheila laughed hysterically. "It spoke, okay, now I know I'm the crazy one, the wolf just spoke to me." She pressed her hand to her mouth to stifle nervous giggles. Then the wolf stood on its hind legs. She watched in terror as the animal's body began to stretch and pull until it stood as tall as any man. Its fur disappeared to reveal smooth, pale skin and its snout flattened and morphed into a human face.

Sheila descended into darkness.