Native American Romance Fiction Novels & Stories

VOLUME FOUR: A SADDLE CREEK CHRISTMAS ROMANCE PART 1: FAMILY CHRISTMAS-RUSTLERS AND ROMANCE Dedication: This book is dedicated to my late mother, Dorothy Viola Hoy Lowery Semple, who always supported me in my writing and was always the first to download?and leave a review. And without her dragging me to church every Sunday and to Candlelight Services Christmas Eve?I would not know the important?traditions or the true meaning of Christmas in my heart.

“Treason, Nana. Treason." “It does not matter. We need to find where I belong or what I am.” She goes on again, rambling. I wish I could exchange her for a more understanding wolf. Pushing my hair to the back of my ear, I flip the page of the new book and read through each line. I roll my eyes and scoff. Romance. How can a character’s first interest be about a man? Doesn’t she love coins? Food? Fashion, or even education? Why must it be a man?

I could scent him on my every breath and it didn’t matter if Anika washed her clothes everyday or showered everyday…the scent of a wolf’s mate would always find a way to stick to them. I hadn't realized that fact until today; until I saw Anika desperately trying to hide Axton’s presence by saying she would stick around here, in the Sapphire Mountains, just because she felt attached to the view and the people. She may be human, but she’s Axton’s mate none the less. Just like Lily had been mine… The sound of something breaking had me looking down at my hand, to find that the ceramic coffee cup I had been holding was now in pieces with a couple shards embedding themselves into my skin.

“But like, really traditional. The rituals, not just the basics.” “Okay, but which rituals are we talking about, here? Like, the shamans selling off the prettiest humans in the pack as concubines? Or the one where everyone gets naked and smears themselves with fermented deer blood and the dominant were has to sniff his mate out in the chaos?” I couldn’t help my facial expression, and Colin cracked up. I stuck out my tongue at him. “You made that last one up.” “Cross my heart, I didn’t. There’s this pack in Colorado that does that for every mating.”

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My lips devour hers as my hands roam lower, gripping her hips, her thighs, the small swell of her belly where our pups sleep safely inside her. But Anika—gods, this woman—she pulls away with a glint in her eye and slowly unzips the dress, deliberately testing my restraint. “Anika,” I growl, heat surging through me. She lets the gown fall, revealing her bare skin and the soft white fabric that barely covers her. I nearly lose it. My wolf is howling inside me. Mate. Mine. Luna. Goddess. I pin her hands above her head, my lips teasing down the side of her neck, drinking in every sound she makes. But when she takes control, pushing me back and straddling me with that wicked smile, I’m not surpri

Jesse sighed his understandable agitation and anger with me, those emotions of rage towards me where still fired up. “Billy was fascinated that’s for sure. A shifter mated to a human was comical to him but not unknown. Rare, but he has known of one couple. About a year ago when travelling in Europe, he had come across a pack that had been hunted down to their last seven wolves. All female wolves of the pack where killed, the eldest of the pack naturally becoming the new alpha and in Billy’s words… The moon goddess filling the spot of his Luna mate with a petite little human… He didn’t understand it and I don’t think they did either” he filled us in, the murmuring of my brothers and father fo

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

"How was it? Is it correct that your blind-date partner is not up to your taste?" She nodded. "Is there anyone that you unexpectedly encountered who made your heart jump excitedly?" She nodded again. How could it jump excitedly? It nearly jumped to death! "Wow! Just as I had said, it is so accurate. Then, it was also raining. Are there any more romantic happenings?" Arya turned her head around and with her long hair still dripping water, she quietly said. "Sophie, ah...... This chance encounter if it is good, it is called romance but if it is bad, it is called a nightmare."

We loped across the forest floor toward the campground our large, padded feet making barely a sound. With our heightened vision in our shifted state and the full moon illuminating our way, the dark woods were almost as bright as day. The small human campground was only five miles from the pack compound. It was an easy run to check out this woman with the name of the Norse wolf born of the god Loki. My nose to the wind, I skidded to a halt when a captivating scent curled around my head and teased my nostrils. Kane stopped and trotted back to me. We spoke in our telepathic language, Rhuhi, that we used in our wolf forms.