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 held Harlow while she fell asleep. The sun had come up, and she’d be unconscious for a while after being bitten.


“I love you, baby,” I whispered in her ear and kissed her mating mark. It was bruised, and the heat from the bite was quickly spreading to the rest of her body.


Soon she’d have a fever. Then would come the pain of her human body being overtaken by the bite—a pain no one who was born a werewolf had to endure. Sure, the first few shifts were uncomfortable for born wolves, but what Harlow would be going through was an entire transformation; her DNA was rewriting itself.


Hours went by before she finally began to stir. By that time, she was feverish, and it would continue to climb. Werewolves run hot.


“Hey,” I said, helping her sit up. “How’re you feeling?” I took the cap off a bottle of water and gave it to her with a straw.


Chapter 49: First Shift