When Harlow’s car breaks down outside of Gnaw Bone, New Mexico, she’s not expecting that the incredibly attractive man who comes to her rescue is part of a motorcycle club—let alone that he is a werewolf! But at the opportunity to start anew, far away from her less-than-squeaky-clean past, Harlow decides to stick around and gets a job at the local bar. Things are especially complicated as Harlow falls for Cyrus, the Beta of the Bone Hills Howlers while befriending and working for his sworn enemies, the Blood Dogs. But can Harlow and Cyrus bridge the gap between their two rival packs…or will their passion force them to break every rule? 
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Cyrus’s lips met mine, and in an instant, a rush of desire overpowered my senses. Our hands finally released one another and…he grabbed my hips, and soon I was straddling him.
I pulled away for a second. “I assume this is against the rules?”
He responded by pulling me back to him, kissing me harder.
Another moan escaped from my mouth as his lips made their way to my neck. When he reached my ear he whispered, “Tell me you’re real.” 
I laughed slightly. “I’m as real as they come,” I whispered back. I could feel myself just as aroused as he was. I wanted more, and when I looked into his eyes, I could tell he did too. 

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Riding with the Pack

I’d stayed late working on a pickup to see when Harlow got out of the bar. When she finally did, I walked over to my bike, lit a cigarette, and sent her a text. I did my best to act cool when she looked up, taking a drag, but the truth was I’d been thinking about her all day.


Even through the late-night Howlers meeting about Sunrise Corp, which basically ended up nowhere, she was at the back of my mind. 


Seeing her over there in a little white dress under her leather jacket, I couldn’t wait to get her on the back of my bike and drive off into the Bone Hills. When I got her text back confirming our meeting, I smiled from ear to ear. I tore off my coveralls and put my cut on over my T-shirt. 


“Hey, I’m gonna finish this up tomorrow,” I told Mac and Butch, the two guys left working. 


“You in a rush to be somewhere?” Mac asked. “Hot date?”


“Nah,” I replied, “your mom’s busy.”


“A**hole,” Mac said, throwing a dirty rag my way. 


Chapter 12: Secret Lovers