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Most of her books have hit the Top 100 in their genre categories and she was once #1 in Germany–right up there with David Hasslehoff, it’s like six degrees of Baywatch!
What inspired you to write your book?
My readers! Some werewolf short stories I wrote took off (selling more than 10,000 copies each) and suddenly I had all these emails asking for more. So I wrote more and it’s been a blast! I
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“I think my wolf hates me.” I rolled over in bed and snuggled up against Jackson with a pout. It had been two weeks since he brought my wolf and claimed me as his mate. My life should be perfect. I had everything I ever wanted; a place in the pack and my very own ‘tall, dark and handsome’ man to warm my bed, but things weren’t seamless.
I felt itchy in my new skin, as if it wasn’t the right size. From the way some of the other wolves treated me, it seemed they felt the same. I hadn’t fit in when everyone thought I was a null and now I didn’t fit in as a wolf.
Jackson wrapped a strong arm around me and gave me a reassuring squeeze. “It just takes some time, Clo. Changing is awkward at first.”
“She looks at me like I’m offending her.” I frowned. She was doing it right now, in fact. Whenever I blinked, her haughty expression flashed against the backs of my eyelids. “How does your wolf look at you?”
He cocked his head and thought for a moment. “He just looks at me.”
“That’s it?” I sighed and rolled away. Jackson oozed sex like a pagan god and he looked the part too, with his sculpted muscles, dark molten chocolate eyes, and black, wavy hair. However, it sometimes seemed he didn’t think overmuch about anything but sex. Not that I was complaining. He was a fantastic lover, but I would’ve appreciated a little introspection just then. Maybe all the hot steamy sex we had was messing with the blood supply to his brain.
Punching my pillow, I attempted to settle in for the night. Sleep eluded me more often than not these days. Every time I closed my eyes, there was my wolf, her gleaming yellow gaze boring into my brain. She seemed to be expecting or wanting something, but I had no idea what.
“I know a way to guarantee sweet dreams.” Jackson’s hand spun little circles on my shoulder as his other hand inched the covers off me. I shivered, both from his touch and the cool air. We’d started our relationship in the fall when the sun was still strong enough to blunt the chill. Now, on the cusp of winter, the air nipped at my skin.
“Oh really?” I arched an eyebrow and resisted the urge to pull the covers back over me. Jackson was warmer anyway. Not to mention he provided orgasms.
“Yep.” He straddled my hips and leaned down to nuzzle the nape of my neck.
“Let me guess.” I put a finger to my lips and pretended to think very hard. “Is it sex?”
His deep chuckle seemed to rumble through my body as well as his. “Yep.” Jackson gently kissed my neck working his way to the hollow of my throat.
“Again?” I gave a soft gasp as his lips roamed my sensitive flesh. We went at it so often I wondered if we were really rabbits. The sensual pull between us was magnetic. We almost couldn’t help ourselves.
“And again,” he murmured in a baritone so deep, it vibrated through my neck. “I can’t get enough of you Chloe. Not since the day I first saw you.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “That’s why you slept with every other bitch in the pack, right?”
He sighed, but knew I wasn’t truly angry. Before we’d clarified things between us, he’d tried to find someone else to claims as his. Cal, our alpha, had put a lot of pressure on Jackson to mate and cement his relationship with the pack. Jackson wasn’t just new to the Huntsville pack, Cal planned for my alpha lover to take his place when the time came, which meant he needed a mate.
As a result, he’d told Jackson to avoid me because I was a null–I would never be a true wolf let alone an alpha’s mate. So, trying to find a match, Jackson slept with every bitch who’d shown interest. Sometimes two different ones on the same night. By the time he brought my wolf and claimed me, he’d slept with almost every eligible female in the pack.
We’d fought about his many flings at first, but I no longer carried any bitterness. Jackson was mine. I was his. There was no going back. That didn’t mean, though, that I wouldn’t give him shit about it.
The only problem? He gave me shit right back.