USA Today best-selling and award-winning author Desiree Holt writes everything from romantic suspense and paranormal to erotic. and has been referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, and is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice nominee. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications.

Part One:
When Jamie Dalton moved into the house her grandparents left her she was just looking
to reconnect with her past and settle in familiar surroundings. Digging through the attic
for treasures, she found a nearly life-sized statue of a wolf and a very old, very strange
book, Legends of the Werewolf. She was shocked when her new neighbor, Mike Volka, introduced himself and the eyes watching her looked just like the wolf in the book. Using the hypnotic power of the shifter, he draws her into his web and they have sex so hot it nearly burns down the house.


Part Two
Shifter Lia Popescue is desperate to find the book, Legends of the Werewolf, her only clue as to what happened to her pack. Her attempts to recover it bring her into contact with Riley Morgan, a contact that explodes with sexual chemistry. When she loses her heart to the sexy detective, she wonders how he will handle knowing the truth about her.


Wolf Tales

As he drew closer, a jolt of electricity hit her like a massive power surge. She didn't remember if the mere sight of a man had ever turned her on so instantly and, for a moment, she could only stare at him.


"Miss Popescue?" His voice was deep and rumbly, like warm molasses sliding over small pebbles.


She frowned. How had he gotten her full name? She'd only given her first name to Jamie for the signing. Oh, of course. Her temporary library card. She forced herself to be calm as she looked at hm. "Yes?"


He held out a hand. "Riley Morgan. Is it okay if I sit down with you for a minute?"


Lia put her hand in his, and that jolt of electricity suddenly increased by ten thousand volts. The instant they made contact, an image flashed in her mind of the two of them together, naked, skin to skin, his mouth on hers, and - 


Oh, holy mother. Not now, not now, she tried to tell herself. But every part of her body, her soul, her mind was suddenly captured by this man, this total stranger. She'd heard from others that it often happened this way, the sudden, intense connection on all levels.


The word kept forcing itself into her brain. She was completely unprepared for it now, considering the circumstances. Her entire focus for weeks had been on finding the book and then connecting with Jamie Volka. She couldn't afford to think about a mate until she knew the rest of her history and traced the clan.


"You have no control over the when and where." Again she heard her bunica in her head.


"Miss Popescue?" His voice penetrated her fantasy.


She gave herself a mental shake. "I'm sorry. What did you ask?"


A frown creased his forehead. "I asked if I could join you here."


"Of course." What else could she say? "Is there something I can do for you?"


He pulled out a chair opposite her and slid into it. She couldn't help notice the way tiny curls of chocolate-colored chest hair peeked out of his open collar. Thick lashes of the same deep chocolate fringed eyes the color of espresso.


"I just wanted to chat with you a little." His voice was friendly, noncommittal. "Jamie tells me you've been spending a lot of time here at the library this week. Is there a particular reason?"


"Excuse me?" Jamie stared at him. "Can I ask what business it is of yours? Am I committing some crime?"


If I am, could you please be the one to arrest me?


He smiled. If she hadn't been so suddenly nervous, his smile would have melted her panties. "It's unusual for strangers to blow into town and spend all their time at the library. Calderwood's not exactly a bustling metropolis. You might find the libraries in San Antonio have better resources."


Lia wasn't sure if she should be angry or nervous. She knew she was having trouble concentrating with her pheromones and hormones doing several happy dances. "Are you the library police or something?"


A look of discomfort flitted across his face. "No, not the library police. I'm actually a detective on the police force here and - "


"Police?" Shock gripped her. What on earth? "You're with the police?"


"I'm not doing anything wrong," she protested. "I'm just sitting here minding my business. Doing some research."


Chapter 19