Bound by Blood by Carrie Pulkinen

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 A rogue can’t be expected to settle down, especially with a human cop, who doesn’t know werewolves exist. But that’s exactly what Alexis’s wolf nags her to do from the moment she meets Bryce. When a run-in with her sadistic ex turns deadly, she seeks shelter with the sexy detective to avoid starting a war between the packs.


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Rising onto her elbows, Alexis spotted her clean clothes sitting on the nightstand, folded into a neat stack. The house key she’d left in the living room last night lay on top.
She rolled onto her side and pressed her face into the pillow. As she inhaled deeply, a masculine, woodsy scent with a hint of citrus danced in her senses. She pulled the pillow on top of her head, allowing herself to get lost in the magnificent scent of Bryce. He’d been nothing but kind to her all evening. She’d fully expected him to try to climb into bed with her. No man was that nice without expecting something in return.
But Bryce had told her goodnight and left her alone all night. Maybe he really was different. Maybe not. She hugged the pillow tighter.
A knock on the door roused her from her thoughts, and she flung the pillow away from her face. Bryce stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. His light brown hair was mussed on one side, making a sort of wave on top of his head. Just enough scruff peppered his jaw to give him a rugged look, and glorious muscles rippled down his stomach to disappear into the waistband of his sweats. Her own stomach fluttered, and she had to tear her gaze away.
He grinned and stepped into the room. “Were you smelling my pillow?”
Her ears burned. “No. Why would I do that?”
Grabbing a shirt from the closet, he slipped it over his head. “Yes, you were. You were sniffing it. What’s it smell like?”
She ground her teeth as the heat from her ears spread across her cheeks. “It smells like you, dumbass.” She chunked the pillow at his head, but he caught it in his hands.
His smile faded. “Dumbass? Is that what you think of me?”
She opened her mouth for another sarcastic answer, but the hurt in his eyes made the words stick in her throat. “I don’t know what to think.”
He set the pillow down and looked at her quizzically. Sinking onto the edge of the bed, he took her hand in his and ran a finger up her forearm. His gentle touch lit a fire in her core and sent shivers running down her spine. She wasn’t used to gentle.
“The bruises are gone.” His fingers grazed her forehead as he brushed the hair away from her face, and her breath hitched. “Even your eye. How is that possible?”
She pulled from his grasp and slipped her arm under the blanket. “I’m a fast healer. Always have been.”
He held her gaze. “You fell a hundred feet.”
“No, I wasn’t up that high. I told you, the report was wrong.”
“Why were you up there?” So much concern emanated from his voice that she almost believed he cared about her.
She inhaled deeply. Something about Bryce made her want to open up and tell him everything. Maybe it was his kind eyes or his open posture. Possibly the smolder in his gaze. Her wolf insisted on another, much stickier reason, but she intended to ignore that instinct like she’d been doing since she met him. She faked a smile. “I’m starving. Got any more Snickers?”
He sighed and pressed his lips into a line. “There’s a café a few blocks away. I’ll go grab some breakfast while you get dressed. Then we can get your car.” Rising to his feet, he pulled a pair of pants from a drawer. “Will you be here when I get back?”
“I will.”
Nodding, he hesitated in the doorway before turning on his heel and striding out of the room. 
Alexis lay in bed until the front door opened and closed and the key turned in the lock. Taking one more deep inhale of Bryce’s masculine scent on the sheets, she sat up and stretched her arms over her head. A mild ache replaced the excruciating pain from yesterday.
Would it be wrong to stay in bed and invite Bryce to join her when he returned? The stirring she’d felt in her soul when she first met him was back in full force, and if she wasn’t careful, her wolf would try to claim him. A low growl rumbled in her chest. Who was she kidding? Her wolf was already trying.
Would that be such a bad thing?
Yes, it would. She was a rogue, and he was a human. Her wolf was wrong about this. She wouldn’t be bound to any man. 


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Dragon His Heels by Tami Lund

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 Gabriel Wilde is a reluctant dragon leader and now, a reluctant dad. Since he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing, he enlists the aid of his trustworthy (and admittedly hot) PR manager, Talia Tatsuya.

Which is all fine and dandy until his dragon decides she’s their fated mate. Damn it, Gabe doesn't want one of those, either...


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 “You know what I like about you, Talia?”
“I can hardly wait to hear.”
“Well, you’re hot, but that’s not what I like about you. In fact, that would be annoying if I weren’t getting laid on the regular. Because then I might be interested in trying to hook up with you, and you strike me as someone who isn’t into one-night stands.”
“You’d be right on that count.”
“Plus, you’re kind of feisty, which makes me think I might be interested in more than just one night, and we both know that’s a big, fat no in my book.”
Feisty? That one deserved another giant eye roll. “Yes, I am fully aware of your intention to never sleep with the same woman twice.” 
 “So, anyway, what I like about you is your ability to talk back to me.”
“Er…”
“But not today. No talking back while I explain the ground rules.”
“There are ground rules? For what?”
“You living here.”
“Hey, I didn’t ask—”
He lifted a finger, cutting her off. “No talking back.”
She snapped her mouth closed and crossed her arms. A wisp of smoke curled from one of her nostrils and drifted toward the ceiling.
“There we go. Okay, so, here’s my bedroom.” He waved his arm in an arc and then ushered her back out into the hall. “And these are bedrooms all along here. You need to decide which one we should put Ruby in, taking into consideration the possibility that I might bring home a screamer on occasion.”
Talia’s mouth opened and closed a bunch of times before she found her voice. “You’re kidding me, right?”
He shook his head. “I don’t want her to hear that. My kid’s world and what my dick and I do at night are not going to associate with each other. Besides, I don’t want the idea that she might hear to screw with my mojo while I’m in the middle of—”
“Stop.” Talia lifted her hand, palm facing out. “Just stop. Let me give you some ground rules, Gabe.” 
He arched one sleek black brow.
“Ruby is your child. That makes you her father. Which means you are now a role model. You need to start acting like the kind of adult you want her to become.”
He wrinkled his nose and looked at her like she was a specimen under a microscope. “My parents didn’t do that for me.”
“Which is precisely why you should do it for her. So she doesn’t become like you.” 
“Ouch.” After a small pause, he asked, “So what are you saying?”
“No screamers here. Not so long as she’s living under your roof.” Or me. No way could she handle being in the vicinity while Gabe hooked up with some no-name woman, whether she could actually hear them or not. 
“No screamers. So if they’re loud, I gotta go to their house or a hotel or something.”
“No staying out all night. You have a child waiting at home now.”
“I don’t need all night. Just a couple hours.”
She gnashed her teeth. “Gabe, I don’t think you’re understanding me. You are going to have to curb your one-night stand habit. You need to focus on your child. On developing a relationship with her. On helping her adjust to living here. Even though her previous life was a terrible one, I still ripped her from the only home she ever knew. She’s bound to have adjustment issues.”
“That’s why you moved in.” 
Talia shook her head. “I am not raising your daughter for you.” 
“No, but you can help.”
“I can. And I will. But I, too, have conditions. If you bring a woman here—or if you stay out all night instead of coming home to your daughter—I’m leaving.”
“When you say leaving…?”
She stabbed at his chest with her pointer finger. “Don’t push me, Gabe.”
He stood so still, it was like he was frozen for long seconds, until his lips curled into a scowl and he snapped, “Fine.” Then he slapped her hand away before whirling around and heading down the hall. “By the way, that’s your room.”
He pointed at the one next to his. And then he stalked down the stairs.
Great. Just great.


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Stone Sentries Series by Lisa Carlisle

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An eclipse of the red Supermoon...  Humans hype the event as a night of passion, but the gargoyles sense a threat.

 Roman, commander of the Stone Sentries, patrols from a rooftop. When dark magic soars past him, he attributes it to a brunette.  Is she dangerous? Or in danger?


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