Young, fiery and hungry, Oriana Romano thirsts for freedom from under her family's thumb. It wasn't her fault that she was the first hybrid. After an especially bad fight, she decides to run away from her ivory tower under a new name and go to the land of opportunity. New York City.
She didn't expect to meet Robin Scott, a widower from NYC's very own Wolfpack. With danger around every corner, what happens when he finds out who she really is?
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With Olivia being the source of his wolf's desires, having her so close, knowing that she was dreaming of him too, made the entire night restless and unfulfilling. 
His wolf wanted to touch her, feel her soft skin, see her wild hair splayed out across the sheets. Hear those delicious noises of pleasure. Robin's body responded to those thoughts.
That guttural voice inside of him whined. "We need to take what is ours," it cried. "Stop denying me." 

Honeysuckles and Wolfsbane is created by Anacostia Miller, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

Honeysuckles and Wolfsbane

I think I eventually fell asleep on a bench in Central Park before I got woken up and kicked out by a police officer. I wasn’t hurting anyone, so I didn’t get what the big problem was, but I didn’t argue. I didn’t need to stop for too long anyway.  


Without a doubt, I really pissed off that Vivace guy. I just needed to keep moving. If only I didn’t slap down my envelope of cash like a total idiot. As the sun peeked over the horizon, my stomach grumbled.


Ugh. Breakfast. I really wanted breakfast.


I passed a coffee shop, the smell of pastries in the air. Cream cheese and yeasty bagels. Apple turnovers. Those little salty sausage sandwiches. I wanted to weep. It smelled so good. How does one go about asking for free food?


Chapter 12: Figuring It Out