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 loved that Robin knew how to take control in the bedroom. The man gave me everything I wanted before I even realized that was what I wanted. My previous experiences paled in experience. He must have bent me over every surface in that loft. Pinned me against the shower wall. Threw me on top of his desk. 


I couldn’t get enough of him. That feeling of being undeniably wanted. It wasn’t just the sex either. It was the hand holding. The soft kisses. The cuddling. I knew now that this was love. 


I loved Robin. Adored him. Trusted him with everything I had. My only complaint is that I needed to sleep. 


After a deliciously rough go at it, I snuggled up against him, nuzzling his throat. His comforting warm scent of spiced oranges and wine lulled me into a relaxing sleep. 


So relaxing that we almost missed our flight to Venice. 


Chapter 51: Epilogue: A Trip to Venice