Top Five Reasons Why I Love Werewolves

Anyone else out there love those weres? I confess, in the Twilight series, I’m a Jacob-over-Edward fan. Is anyone else the same? Below are my top five reasons why werewolves rule:

1) Snuggling with fur will warm those cold feet in winter – so much better than a stiff, cold body next to you in bed

2) There’s something to be said for all of that animalistic intensity

3) Werewolves are more playful, and much less series than vampires

4) Clothes are unnecessary – they’d just ruin them anyway

5) Werewolves love to have their belly rubbed…and other parts. 🙂

Do you love werewolves as much as I do? Tell me why in the comments section! Meanwhile, hop on over to my website and check out my Kyron Pack Series. The first book, Up on the Housetop focuses on the werewolf Zach, as he reunites with his long lost love. 🙂

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Blurb:

Desperate to escape her controlling family, Chloe Bradford scrambles up to the housetop of her Texas home on Christmas Eve. There she discovers a sexy stranger cloaked in shadow. He convinces her to shed her good-girl image and give into her most secret desires. The man’s low, miracle, or some figment of her imagination? When he tries to leave, she follows him, eager to learn his identity.

Zach can’t stop thinking about Chloe, or their reunion on the roof. His wolf-half urges him to reveal his identity and claim her, but he doesn’t dare. For both their sakes, he must remain in the shadows until he can control his inner beast’s bursts of rage. After a decade he thought he could handle his curse, but Chloe’s presence causes his control to slip. As the moon-rages become more frequent, he knows he’s slipping toward the insanity that claims many of his kind. Only Chloe can save him, but will she want to after he reveals his identity and the reason he broke her heart over a decade ago?

Excerpt:

“I wish I could escape this place.” Chloe stood up from her seat on the roof and swayed slightly. “Escape my family.” Tilting her head back and raising her arms, she shouted at the moon. “I don’t want this life anymore, do you hear me? Take it back.”

Silence.

“What’s wrong with me?” Chloe dropped her arms and pushed her curly mop of hair from her face. “Why can’t I just tell them to take the inheritance and shove it?”

She knew why. She was chicken. Her parents were the only family she had left. They’d been through so much with her brother’s death, and she didn’t want to add to their grief. “For once I wish I didn’t have to do what was expected of me,” she said to the moon. “I just want to be me.”

Who was she, anyway? At one time she thought she knew. She was a dreamer, an artist, a lover. Now…

Now she was just going through the motions. Sighing, she took one last slug from the champagne bottle and tossed it over the side of the house.

As the bottle left her hand, guilt immediately took hold. Good girls didn’t throw bottles of Cristal. Nor did they yell at the moon.

A giggle welled up in her throat, and she covered her mouth. She knew she would eventually have to marry boring Karl to appease her parents, but for tonight she’d pretend she was that hopeful teenager, and Zach was once again by her side.

Wait a minute.

Chloe frowned. No crash. If you throw a bottle of champagne over the edge of the house, you would expect it to crash when it hit the ground, right? She made her way over to the edge of the roof and peered down. It was so hard to see anything in the dark. Sinking to her hands and knees, she squinted into the darkness below.

There was movement, a shifting of shadow. Then…nothing.

“Who’s there?” And where’s my Cristal? She bent farther over the side of the house.

There it was again. Something was down there.

“Come out into the streetlight where I can see you.”

She counted to ten, or maybe it was three. It was hard to tell in her present state. Still nothing happened.

“I know someone is down there. Show yourself.”

The wind picked up, rustling the wind chimes on the front of the house. The unseasonably cool Texas night gave her a chill. She shivered and pulled the shawl her mother had made for her over her strapless blouse.

“Shouldn’t you be with your family?”

Chloe jumped up and whirled around. A large, muscular figure stood on the rooftop behind her, just a few feet away. His hair hung loose around his shoulders, and the bottom of his open trench coat lifted slightly in the breeze. Shadows fell over his face, masking his identity. He tilted his head to the side, as if to study her.

How did he get up here?

Her eyes shifted to the large tree, looming behind him. Okay, one question answered. Now for another one…

“Who are you?”

“I think a more relevant question is: why are you out here on Christmas Eve when your family is having dinner inside?” His low voice sounded gravelly, as if he had a cold or sore throat, yet it seemed strangely familiar. The stranger took a step closer to the tree and deeper into the shadows.

“How did you know…?” She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “What I do up here is my business. You’re intruding.”

“You asked me to come up here.”

Chloe snorted and put her hands on her hips. “I did not.”

“You did. You said ‘show yourself.’”

Oh yeah, she did say that, didn’t she? “What are you doing out here? A late-night stroll?”

He chuckled. “You could say that.”

Chloe shifted her gaze down to the long, winding driveway below them. It led from the front steps, down around a sculpture her father had commissioned long ago, between two thin rows of trees, and stopped at the gate leading into the property.

Late-night stroll, her ass. Nobody got on or off this property unless it was approved. How did he get past the guards? “You must have gotten lost, then. This is private property, you know.”

He laughed again, a deep, rich laugh that sent tingles over her skin. “I see you haven’t changed much.”

So, he knew her. The voice sounded familiar, but with the man’s face in shadow, Chloe couldn’t tell his identity.

He didn’t mean her harm; she knew it instinctively. There was something about the way he spoke, the way he moved, that didn’t seem threatening. Then again, maybe it was just the Cristal that made her less wary. She closed her eyes in concentration. That voice… It was rough and sensual, like silk sheets against bare skin. So familiar…

“Do you know my father?”

“You could say that, yes.” His voice caressed her ears, making her heart flutter. “I knew your whole family, once.”

“Ha! I knew it.” This man worked for her father. He’d probably been over to the house numerous times. It explained why he was in the driveway, how he knew her, and why the voice sounded so familiar. “So does my father know you are up on the roof with me?” She opened her eyes.

Where did he go?

A light breeze blew over her, ruffling her blonde curls. She spun around in a circle. “Is this some sort of joke?”

“No, Chloe. No joke.” The stranger’s warm breath brushed against the back of her neck. She shivered as the faint mix of sandalwood and spice reached her nose.

She knew that smell. Chloe started to turn, but firm hands grabbed her shoulders and faced her forward again.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” the stranger whispered.

No, he wasn’t a stranger. He knew her. That voice… If she could just clear the fog of Cristal in her brain, she just knew she’d be able to identify him.

“Who are you?”

Comments

  1. I love werewolves because they are alpha and they mate for life. No cheating to worry about. lol. I read your book Suzanne. It was very good!

  2. Hi, Suzanne.

    This series is right up my alley. I look forward in reading it.

    Thanks,
    Tracey D
    booklover0226 at gmail dot com

  3. Wolf shifters are my favorite paranormal creatures. I agree with your top 5 reasons for loving them. I would add their loyalty to the list. They are very protective/possessive of their loved ones/pack. They are so Alpha too. Yum

    user1123 AT comcast DOT net

  4. I have to admit I don’t read a lot of werewolves books. Most of the paranormals I read feature vampires. I am going to remedy that soon because I do see the appeal with werewolves. I like that they would make ideal snugglers and that they are playful.

  5. I just adore Weres. I think it is plainly put the GRRRRR factor. Alpha, strong, animalistic, and all growly. YUM!

    tsteinerid(gmail)

  6. I love this series and am eagerly awaiting more!

    Gabrielle
    meingee@yahoo.com

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