Tempting Her Protector
Standalones:
The Enforcer
G’Witches by C.D. Gorri and P. Mattern
Blood Song: Immortal Keepers
EveL Worlds:
Chinchilla and the Devil: A FUCN’A Book
The Guardians of Chaos:
Wolf Shield: Guardians of Chaos Book1
Dragon Shield: Guardians of Chaos Book 2
Howl’s Romance
Mated to the Werewolf Next Door: A Howl’s Romance
The Tiger King’s Christmas Bride
Coming Soon:
Stallion Shield
Tricking Her Protector: WPU 3
Hold the Sass: Sassy Ever After: Dire Wolf Mates 4
Sultry Shifter Nights: Anthology
Romancing the Shifter: Anthology
Shifters Unleashed: Anthology
Shifters Do It Better: Anthology
Sammy and Her Jersey Bull: A FUCN’A Book
Excerpt from The Enforcer by C.D. Gorri
The moon would soon be full. Isabeau looked at the night sky and pulled the hood of her ivory sweater up over her fiery red curls. She passed between the red and sugar maples, a few tall beech trees, and a lonely pine when a low growl sounded next to her. She reached out to touch the thick fur of the adult she-Wolf who walked beside her through the forest trail.
“It’s okay Artemis, let’s finish our rounds and get home.”
As she walked around the perimeter of her land, she chanted an ancient language that few would be able to identify fortifying the wards around her large animal sanctuary. That was what the mortals around her thought it was, and for the most part they were correct.
To them, Isabeau Rose had just arrived in town a few years ago with the deed to five-hundred acres of Northern New Jersey farmland. Within a few months, she’d transformed the abandoned horse farm and the woods around it into a series of habitats for wild animals that were injured or discarded. Creatures that needed a haven for rehabilitation.
She had a main house for herself that boasted ten-bedrooms and six-full baths, an indoor pool and spa, two stables, one for her horses, the other for more exotic wildlife, two large red barns, and a state-of-the-art veterinary clinic on the grounds.
“Out late, aren’t you?” Beau turned around to find the source of the unfamiliar voice. She lifted her hand to calm Artemis who was ready to pounce on the intruder.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
“The real question is what are you doing out here so late? Surely your wards don’t need reinforcement at this time of night, not out in this quiet New Jersey forest, Sorceress Rose?” The dark stranger spoke with an unearthly calm to his voice that put Beau on edge.
This was no mere mortal. She used her keen sight to see him despite the darkness and almost gasped aloud. His face was perfect, except for a thin silver scar that ran from his left eyebrow to his chin. His eyes blazed cerulean blue fringed with impossibly dark lashes. They were carefully masked to hide his emotions.
Excerpt from Code Wolf:
“Are you fuckin’ with me?” “No, Randall, I assure you I am not fuckin’ with you,” Rafe Maccon eased his immense frame back into his oversized, black leather chair and narrowed his ice blue eyes at his Third and one of his oldest friends. How long had he known the man sitting in front of him?
Randall had come to Maccon City when Rafe was about ten, he looked the same then as he did now. Tall at six foot three inches, muscular, and more than a little intimidating to the Wolves under him with his long beard and equally long dark brown hair.
Rafe, however, was the Alpha. He was more amused than intimidated by his surly friend.
“A vacation?! What the fuck am I gonna do on a vacation? Come on, Rafe, this is bullshit!”
The door to Rafe’s private office flew open and in strolled a very happy, very pregnant Charley Maccon, Rafe’s wife. The Alpha’s eyes glowed as they landed on his positively glowing mate. She wore a long, flowy dress. The shade was a pale-yellow color that, Randall admitted to himself, looked damn good with her creamy complexion and curly dark hair.
Their Alpha Female was quite something. There wasn’t a Wolf Guard in the place who wouldn’t lay down his/her life for her.
“Well, maybe you should consider a vacation to be a relaxing experience, Randy,” she dropped a kiss on Randall’s cheek and walked past him, over to her husband whom she kissed full on the mouth.
The way his Alpha’s eyes homed in on her when she opened the door was nothing compared to the hungry gaze that followed her across the room.
Randall had noticed it took a while for Rafe to get used to his mate’s habit of greeting everyone with a kiss or hug. Wolves were protective of their mates, but Randall thought his Alpha was doing an exceedingly good job of hiding his tension. Werewolves did not share very well.
Charley; however, had stood firm. That was the way she was raised, and she wasn’t going to change for any, how had she put it? Neanderthal brow-beating husband regardless of how cute his ass was!
Randall had no direct knowledge if the “cute ass” statement was true or not. And he didn’t want to know. He liked Charley though, had from the beginning. He was musically inclined and often took to one of the common rooms to strum his guitar or play a few keys on the piano.