One Crazy Wolf - Southern Shifters Paperback

A Wolf and a dragon walk into a bar…Oh hell no. He’s not going there EVER.

As the lone sane wolf amidst a pack of intelligence challenged rogues, Simon wonders why he volunteered for this insane mission. That’s the million dollar question.

Except he knows exactly why he did it and he can’t hide the truth much longer. Not once he catches the scent of the new girl in town.

Holy Shit.

She’s one part wet dream, two parts his worst nightmare. Which part do you think is going to win?

Kenzie flees Scotland and follows her brother to the Southern mountains of America to escape what her family considers her obligation. Screw that.

What she finds instead could bring down her past, present and future.

But so what if she’s attracted to a wolf? She’d have to be blind not to notice the blond hotness sitting at the bar filling out a pair of jeans like a boss.

It can just be one time, right?

RIGHT??!!

As Simon sat alone at a table nursing his shitty mood, the door of the bar opened and a woman he didn’t recognize swept in. Every patron in the place turned and stared, including him. 

The first thing he noticed was the fiery red hair. Hell, it was kind of hard not to when it was the radiant color of fall leaves at their peak and it flowed all the way down her back and past her ass.

His inner wolf growled.

He fought the urge to straighten in his chair and instead raised his glass for a deceiving lazy sip of his beer while he continued his perusal.

She was unusually tall too. Nearly as tall as him and he was almost six-four. As she stilled and placed her hands on her hips, his eyes were drawn to her beautiful face.

Fuck.

Porcelain skin, lush lips almost as red as her hair and green eyes that flashed in the dim light of the Dark Moon. At least she wasn’t a female tourist who’d wandered off the beaten path. No. This one was all shifter. Only he couldn’t quite tell which kind.

He closed his eyes and inhaled the scents of the room deep so that he could filter them out until he was left with hers. But he didn’t need a damn filter to catch hers. It was fucking potent. 

There were many layers in fact. Fresh air and cold bitter wind. That didn’t exactly make sense considering it was early fall but still felt like summer. He also caught pine and flowers, which made perfect sense. The Dark Moon was just far enough away from town to be surrounded by trees and wildflowers, making it the perfect retreat for many shifters to come and go. 

Next he catalogued the spicy scent of the woman before him. That came with attitude and somehow didn’t surprise him at all. The majority of shifter women were neither meek nor mild. They were generally as strong as the men and willing to fight for what they wanted. And he didn’t totally doubt there was some science behind the red-headed gene that made them extra saucy, especially considering hers came with an extra sexy layer of smokiness to it.

Simon shifted in his chair and tried to ignore his growing erection. While he did have a thing for red hair, the same could be said for any pretty woman willing to temporarily walk into his sphere no matter the color of her hair. As long as they were prepared to walk back out when all was said and done.

Below all those layers there was one more scent he hadn’t quite identified. It was almost as if it was playing coy, as if trying to hide from him. 

He pushed everything else from his mind and took another deep breath. This scent was much darker than what he expected. Even a little desperate in its intensity. Almost palpable even. And it made his cock go suddenly so hard he almost couldn’t breathe. As he felt an overwhelming pull from that scent alone that he almost couldn’t control, realization dawned…

“What? Have you never seen a woman before?”

Her saucy question came out on an accented lilt that made his body instantly harden more. She might not have been talking directly to him and instead addressing the entire room who sat staring at her, half with their mouths hanging open, but he wanted to tell her no. At least not one like her.

This woman—a stranger to these parts—wasn’t just a shifter. She was THE shifter. A dragon. The nearly fabled creature said to be the origin of all shifters. A creature who hadn’t existed in these parts in more decades than he’d lived.

And she was in heat.