Wolf Hunt 3: Galactic Wolf, Part of the Wolf Hunt E-book Collection Available Now from Changeling Press As the Earth wolves are freed and the truth revealed, the Gardenians panic and bring forward their invasion. They send a fleet of star ships, led by the troublesome young Senator Cereza. Cereza, mindful of her career as well as her duty, takes her responsibilities seriously. But she lets herself be distracted for long enough to capture the mysterious space pirate captain who’s been terrorizing Gardenians on the frontier for months. Yuri doesn’t even know his own name when he first meets her, but from the beginning, she confuses his instinctive mission to eliminate Gardenians. Taking her hostage to ensure the safety of his crew is necessary.

Educating her in what he’s learned of Earth’s situation seems sensible. Seducing her isn’t part of his plan, not when his wolf is liable to tear her apart. But their lust is powerful and has consequences that go far beyond their own emotions. The fate of two peoples is balanced in their hands.

Reviews:

"a great story, a wonderful next book, the end of the series? I hope not. But if you’ve been following this story, then I guarantee you will like where Ms. Treanor takes her characters... The love scenes are going to curl your toes... I had to read this in one sitting... a lot of emotion and great dialogue too. She also adds some good twists and turns... run...don’t walk and get this series right now!" - Valerie, Love Romances and More, 4 Hearts
 

"a realistic, well-plotted sci-fi tale...largely driven by character emotion. The love that blossoms between Yuri and Cereza is sudden but convincing; the sex between them was hot, yet emotionally moving...
The ending of this book brought this series to a full and satisfying conclusion... I thoroughly enjoyed this entire series and can recommend it without reservation" - Merrylee, FAR, 4 Angels
 

Excerpts:

He stirred beside her, making her very aware of his nearness. “We’re all limited by the information available to us.”

“You’re not,” she said at once, and then wished she hadn’t. She didn’t want to admire him, let alone have him aware of her admiration. She felt the color rise to her face, but before she could look away she caught the odd expression on his. It might have been stark disbelief that twisted his sensual lips and drew in his brow. But what she read in his eyes looked more like -- desolation.

It was he who turned away, rummaging in the desk drawer beside her.

“Are you?” she said with a hint of doubt.

“Limited? More than anyone. Here.” He took a small, standard translation box with a bizarre connector and fixed it to the computer.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I have less information.”

She stared at him. “But you have all this, awful as it is. You’ve been through all that.” She waved one hand toward the computer screen, where the wolves and humans were now leaping out of cages. “And come here…”

“That’s the point. I don’t remember any of it.”

Her lips came apart without permission. He turned abruptly away. “I’ll leave you to it.”

“No, wait,” she said urgently. “What do you mean, you don’t remember any of it? You don’t remember being there? That’s probably a blessing!”

“Any of it. I don’t remember what went before. I don’t remember coming here.”

In the silence, she stood and followed him across the room. When she touched him, he jumped.

“You really don’t know your name, do you?” she whispered. “You have no identity, no goal but the instinct to kill my people.”

His arm, thick with muscle, was rigid under her hand. He didn’t look at her. “I can live with that. I can’t live with your pathetic, sentimental pity.”

She snatched her hand back as if stung and he let out a groan and seized her elbow, swinging her into his arms, muttering incoherent words in a language she didn’t understand. She tried to answer, to ask him to explain, but his parted lips touched the side of her face, slid down her jaw to her mouth and fastened, and she was silenced.

For an instant she hung there, stunned, bombarded by her senses. The blanket she’d clutched around herself slid, ignored, to the floor. Only when she found herself flinging an arm up around his neck to draw him closer and kiss him back, did she make an effort at defiance.

“So kill me,” she gasped into his mouth.

“I’ve gotten over that. It’s the desire to fuck you I can’t get past.”

She moaned aloud, as if the very coarseness of his words fed her lust. Whatever fanned it, the flame burned wildly, out of control, consuming her in its heat. Somehow, every moment since she’d first seen his dark, frighteningly unfamiliar face on the viewscreen had been leading up to this. It didn’t seem to matter what he’d done. Pirate, enemy or victim, they were all part of him and her body made no distinction.

His hands roved up and down her body from her waist, down over the curve of her hips and back up to the sides of her breasts where they lingered, cupping. Shivering with delight, she covered one hand with her own, pressing it closer, rubbing against his skin in desperation.

His knee parted her thighs for his erection to slam between, and galaxies, that felt good too, his hardness grinding into her hot, moist tenderness. She moaned again, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, twisting it around his teeth.

With a muffled growl, he tore his mouth free and released her. His breath was ragged, panting, his brown eyes black with lust.

“Get out of here,” he said harshly. “Now!”

 

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