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

“What’s that about?” I thought to myself after seeing some blonde getting handsy with Cyrus. After all we’d been through in the past week, I felt like I could trust him. His “friend” on the other hand…


Brat, Red, Gunner, and I got the food off the back of our bikes and followed Bonnie to the front steps of an old farmhouse. Cyrus had walked up to the porch and was talking to a pleasant-looking middle-aged blonde woman. She was full-figured with a round face and wore a hippie-style dress under a fringy leather jacket.


“Is this the famous Harlow?” she asked when we approached.


“Our newest prospect,” Bonnie replied. “It’s good to see you, Arlene.”


“You too, sweetie.” Arlene gave Bonnie a kiss on the cheek.


She turned to me and said, “You’ve certainly made an impression on both of my boys. I’m Blayze’s mom.” She extended her hand to me. “And Cyrus’s momma number two.”


“It’s nice to meet you,” I said, taking her hand.


“And you must be Brat,” she said, extending her hand.


Chapter 21: Werewolf Potluck