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

“There’s no need to say anything,” Cyrus said, standing and helping me to my feet. “We can keep this between us.”


“I don’t think so,” the scar-faced biker said. I noticed the patch that said "SGT at Arms" on his cut. He was the Howlers’ enforcer and seemed more than happy to lay down the law.


“Mac, come on—” Cyrus said to him, but he was cut off.


“You really messed this one up, bro,” Mac said. “Let’s go.”


I held onto Cryus tightly as we drove back. Mac rode in front while the bigger guy, Butch, followed us back to town. When we’d reached the Gnaw Bone city limits, my heart was in my throat. We’d been caught going behind our respective Alphas’ backs. What would they say?


Soon, Cyrus was pulling up to the garage next to Mac. Butch parked nearby. When we got off the bike, Mac waved for us to go around to a side door. “After you, lovebirds.”


Chapter 13: Judge and Jury