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

Wake up. Eat breakfast. Work. Eat Dinner. Go to bed. Not freak out about Priscilla being a bruja. Hide my feedings. Try not to think about Robin.


No one had ever had as much of an effect on me as Robin did. I kept hoping that he would walk through the doors at work so I would see him again. At the same time, I just wanted to forget about him.


I cringed when I remembered how needy I was. How embarrassing. Of course, I’d scare him off after that. I cursed myself for not being able to get him out of my head. I could still feel his hands, his mouth. How good he felt.


I didn’t do this. Obsess over one guy. He didn’t want me. That should be enough for me to get over it and move on. But it wasn’t. 


Chapter 18: One Week