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

Olivia was staring Robin down. “Why not? Scared?” she asked, those full lips of hers pulling into a sideways smile. Her bright blue eyes appeared darker in this setting as they slid down the column of his neck. It might as well have been her tongue. It was just as heated.


Robin couldn’t speak. His throat felt dry. She called his bluff. Challenged him. He had to bite back a whine. Did she know what she was doing to him? Her playful eyes jumped back up to meet his. He could smell that sweet scent of arousal clinging to her.


“If you change your mind, I’ll be waiting for you on the dance floor,” Olivia challenged, turning around and walking away so Robin could drink in her backless dress. The silky dress fell just above the knee, but the slit on one of the sides showed off her toned thighs.


“Damn. If you don’t dance with her. I will,” Edgar said, appearing from the crowd with a drink in hand. 


That voice inside growled. “Keep your hands off of her.”


Chapter 15: Control