LOGINWhen the heroic werewolf Ramos is trapped in the twilight realm, his Shadowmen comrades are unable to rescue him. Only a passionate woman with a spirit as wild as his own can set him free…. Oil heiress Angela Valdes fled the jungles of Belize to avoid becoming a pawn in her vicious uncle’s wicked schemes. Though she has found temporary sanctuary in little Twilight, Tennessee, only in her dreams does she taste freedom. At night, her spirit intertwines with a magnificent black wolf, and they run together under the glow of a forest moon. When a wounded stranger is brought to the camp where she is hiding, she glimpses in his eyes the mysterious being who has been the partner of her visions. But before she can explore her strange reaction to this man, they are kidnapped and imprisoned once again. Ramos is a shapeshifting Shadowman, captured by the evil Milan vampire who hopes to control Angela. Injured and blind, he struggles to regain his warrior’s strength as they fight for their freedom — and their lives. Together, their spirits form a powerful link matched only by the passion they discover in each other’s arms. But can a mortal woman attain true love with a man who is half wolf? And will their enemies give them time to find an answer?
View More“I’M SURE they had help, Otto. Who besides you knew of my plans?” Herrera watched the General’s expression closely as he sipped the creamy smooth scotch. The fifty- year-old Chivas Regal Royal salute had been released to honor a queen’s coronation. It was the best he’d ever tasted and he decided then he’d have the finest liquors to commemorate a Cortes’s return to power.“I’ve given it a great deal of thought since last night. Even asked a number of questions, discreetly, of course,” said the General. Then he shrugged. “And have come up with nothing.”Herrera dug his fangs into his gums. The General had always been a difficult man to read, but something about his confident, suave demeanor wasn’t hitting the right note of innocence. The inept guards following Angela had lost track of her after an attack from the ghost wolf and his men had yet to pick up the trail.The search by ground and air continued, but he’d been unable to sit by the phone any longer. Herrera had taken out all the
SEÑORA HERRERA? Rafael in hell? Denial and outrage bubbled up from the very depths of Angela’s heart.“No!” She pushed herself from Ramos’s warm arms and sucked in a bolstering breath before voicing her outrage as she glared at Father Dom, wondering how he even dared to declare her married. “Por Dios, no matter what words were said last night I am not and never will be the wife of that vile demonic creature. Do not ever refer to me as Señora Herrera. And you.” She pointed at Rafael. “Are not going to kill yourself or go to hell. We will, however”—she touched Ramos’s arm—“obliterate Herrera together once we have the proper weapons and a plan.”The priest shifted his gaze between her and Ramos, pointedly looking at her hand on Ramos’s arm.Angela automatically pulled her hand back, as if it were sinful of her to touch the warrior, but doing that really did feel wrong. She had a difficult time believing any part of the wonder and pleasure she’d shared with Ramos was wrong. It seemed the
ANGELA FELT Ramos stiffen for a moment as if surprised; then he pressed his lips harder against hers and the stubble of his beard roughly brushed her skin. She fleetingly wondered why she would dream that but the thought was swept away by a hot wave of need. Her heart swelled and pounded, racing as wildly as the desire rushing through her.Then...nothing. Wasn’t there more to a kiss?She drew closer, moving her lips against his, wanting that more. He groaned, a deep rich sound expressing satisfaction greater than when he’d eaten the Snickers bar. She automatically slid her free hand up his sculpted chest through the smattering of soft dark hair there then along his neck, relishing the sensual nuances of supple skin, burning heat, and hard man. She threaded her fingers through his silky short hair, sighing with utter pleasure at every sensation. Short?Her eyes snapped open, bringing her fully awake from dreamland. Ramos the warrior she dreamed had long black hair to his shoulders. Thi
RAMOS’S RIGHT claw punctured the padded handle he gripped as Angela careened around a bend in the road. His left arm held the priest upright because the man had gone limp upon seeing the wolf spirit, and every muscle from Ramos’s chest down was clenched to keep him wedged in the seat. On top of that, he’d placed his wolf spirit in the back to avoid frightening the old man again when he woke and now found his limited vision from that position frustrating enough to howl over.Then again, the wolf kept looking at Angela in the moonlight and not the road ahead or the jungle passing by in a blur—at least he blamed the unwarriorlike behavior on the wolf and not the growing desire inside him to do nothing else.It didn’t help that with every jolt and jerk, his fangs gouged his lip and the burning in his head from the fire strike throbbed to the point of madness. He couldn’t think clearly —a condition that worsened beneath the full light of the moon.From the spirit world, he’d seen the effec
“YOU ARE very lucky, señores,” the attendant said as Nick signed for the eight-passenger Bell helo he’d reserved. They’d landed in Belize a short while ago to the bad news that Erin hadn’t located any car rental place that had picked up passengers from the municipal airport in the predawn hours. Whi
bulging from the force of men trying to open it. The iron bar she’d pushed through the handles earlier was holding them off, but at any moment it or the steel handles would break loose.“This way.” Ramos directed her down the hall, turning into the last room on the left. The door hung from its hinges
“...IN FINAL blessing, we ask humbly that their lives bear witness to the reality of love,” Father Dom said, ending the ceremony in Spanish rather than the Latin he’d been speaking. He then pronounced them husband and wife.Angela couldn’t believe it. The ceremony was over.She gasped for air as a wav
Chapter FiveDESPITE THE cool, pressurized interior of the private jet, perspiration beaded Stefanie’s clammy skin, trickling between her breasts and making her back itch. Her heart raced and every muscle of her body twitched with fear so badly that her insides shook from the strain of trying to sta












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