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An Excerpt From: A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S HEAT
© Copyright JUDY
MAYS, 2004.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave, Inc.
Belle was admiring Alex’s chest. It was just as broad
and muscular—and smooth—as she remembered when his remark sank in. “Maybe!
What do you mean, maybe? Those two yuppie survivalist wannabes? I could
have handled them with one hand tied behind my back.”
Belle wrenched her gaze from his chest, looked up into
his face, and froze.
Alex was grinning—and his smile transformed his face.
He looked younger, more at ease. She shifted her glance to his eyes—and
fell in.
As her stomach dropped to her feet and her emotions
roiled in chaos, the werewolf in her soul awoke and howled with joy. Mine!
Gasping, Belle whirled away from Alex and grabbed the
porch railing, the last conversation she’d had with Moira before she left New York leaping to
the forefront of her mind.
“How could you possibly agree to marry my father after
knowing him barely a week?”
Moira was relaxed in the rocking chair nursing one
of the babies. Smiling contentedly, she looked up from her daughter’s face
and said, “It was the easiest decision I’ve ever made. The first time I
looked into his eyes, my stomach did a complete flip-flop and my heart felt
like it was going to explode. I just didn’t understand what it meant. Your
father knew, though. He’d experienced much the same thing with your mother.
Wolves know, Belle, when they meet the male or female destined to be their
mates. They don’t fight their instincts. Humans, on the other hand, require
logic and don’t trust their instincts at all—at least most of them.
Werewolves find themselves torn between both heritages. They should follow
their instincts more than they do. Living with the wolves taught your
father not to question himself, so when he met me, and his ‘soul shifted’
as he likes to say, he knew we belonged together.”
Moira switched her daughter to her other breast and
looked back at Belle. “You’re very special, Belle, because your mother was
a wolf. You’re much more in tune with your instincts than the average
werewolf. When it comes to men, trust your instincts. They’ll never lie to
you.”
Staring blindly at the forest, Belle sucked in another
breath and shivered. Her instincts would never lie to her? Oh, shit.
A sexy, arrogant Alpha werewolf in the middle of nowhere had just rocked
her world. How did this happen? Why did this happen? Why now? Why here? No!
Her instincts had to be wrong. She finally reached a point in her life
where she could do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.
Her knuckles whitened as she clenched the railing
harder and shook her head. No! She would not subjugate herself to a cocky
Alpha, no matter how sexy he was.
She looked back at Alex. He was frowning.
“You okay?” Grasping her upper arms, he pulled her
away from the railing.
Belle turned in his arms and flattened her hands
against his chest. Slowly, she outlined his pectorals with her palms. Gods,
but his chest was smooth—no hair anywhere—just lots of copper skin covering
hard muscles.
He flared his nostrils and inhaled.
Belle looked up at his mouth. How would it taste?
Pushing herself up onto her tiptoes, she captured Alex’s
mouth with hers and sucked his tongue deep into her mouth. She laced her
fingers through his hair as she twirled her tongue around his. He tasted so
good!
Slowly, Belle untangled her tongue from his. Her head
fell back. Why fight fate? Lips parted, she stared into his eyes. “I want
you—now.”
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