Dewunmi_Eri

He's in love with a werewolf, what could go wrong?

Kyla Odin is a werewolf who became one, not by choice. Her parents were killed by the one who changed her. 

Albert Torino is a normal human superstar police officer, loved by all--especially the women for his good looks, gutsiness, and resilience in the police force. 

When bodies with animal bites and gunshot wounds start turning up in Glasgow Creek, Albert is called to investigate the murders. He meets Kyla, and his 99% accurate instinct tells him to be wary of her, but his throbbing libido has other plans of its own. Her alluring beauty entraps him into her world of secrets, danger, and lies.

There's a killer on the loose. There's a growing sexual tension between them, and there's also the little issue of her shape-shifting abilities.


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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

He Cried Wolf.

Copyright 2021 by Dewunmi Eri.


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He Cried Wolf

Kyla plowed her hands through her hair in frustration and self-incrimination. What was she going to do? More importantly, what was her grandpa going to do or say? That was aside from what he was already saying.

He'd been on the phone with Chief McCarthy about thirty minutes after he left her room, raining curses and heaping insults on his old friend. Somehow he put two and two together and figured that Kyla wouldn't be working with him if not that she was representing the werewolf fraction in the Glasgow Creek murder cases.

She flopped back in a cushioned chair in her room and rubbed her tired eyes with the heels of her palms. Surrendering to her fatigue was a luxury she couldn't afford. Not when she had grandpa Henson to face. So she took a deep breath, got to her feet, and headed for the kitchen downstairs.

Seventy-Six