Pursued By a Werewolf (Mystic Isle, Book Four)
Werewolf Hunter Ciolek knew Avery was the woman for him the moment they met. He negotiated and seduced, befriended and pursued her. But nothing changed her mind about love. Now he’s got a new plan and only a few short weeks to make her see things his way. More
Love spine tingling paranormal romance? Fun and flirty vampiress Avery Cooper has met her match in werewolf Hunter Ciolek. Watch the sparks fly in New York Times Bestselling author Selena Blake’s much anticipated novel, Pursued by a Werewolf, Mystic Isle book 4. Get it on sale this week!
Avery Cooper knows firsthand how love can destroy a person. She vowed to enjoy every moment of her second chance at life while keeping a wall around her heart. But a chance meeting with the ultra-dreamy, smooth talking Hunter Ciolek threatens her carefully constructed rules.
Werewolf Hunter Ciolek knew Avery was the woman for him the moment they met. He negotiated and seduced, befriended and pursued her. But nothing changed her mind about love. Now he’s got a new plan and only a few short weeks to make her see things his way.
Because living without her is not an option and this werewolf always gets what he wants.
Warning: One vamp who thinks she has everything she needs plus one once-in-a-lifetime gorgeous werewolf who will stop at nothing to win her equals a stunning romance packed with emotion and sizzling sex. You’ll never look at a yoga mat the same way again.
While Pursued by a Werewolf can be read alone, it is book #4 in the Mystic Isle series. Meet all the characters from the first three books:
Fangs, Fur & Mistletoe
A Werewolf to Call Her Own
Games Demons Play
And watch for book 5, Bound to a Vampire, Valencia's story in 2014.
He heard the creature before he saw it. A small, dark shape darted out from the underbrush right in front of Avery’s feet. She screamed and launched straight up. Her vampire reflexes sent her a good five feet off the ground and he caught her on the way down.
One arm beneath her knees, the other supporting her upper back, he held her easily. She felt right.
Didn’t she feel it? One glance into her deep blue eyes said, yes, in fact she did feel it. They were wide and a little shocked, and not, he was guessing, because of the rodent.
He couldn’t have planned that better if he’d tried.
“He can’t hurt you,” he murmured and then started forward. “But perhaps I should carry you the rest of the way, just to be safe.”
“What? Surely you don’t think you’re going to break my back, sweetheart. You’re light as a feather.” And he was stiff as a board.
He had to keep Avery away from that part of his anatomy or she’d know he wasn’t as unaffected by her as he wanted to appear. He knew her. She’d use his desire against him and then they’d be no better off than they were now. No, he needed to tease her until she was begging him for more.
So he kept her high against his chest and made tracks to the cottage.
“Hunter, I can walk.”
“I know that.”
“So why don’t you put me down?” Her question belied her actions. She’d wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck and he tried to ignore just how good that felt; her clinging to him, depending on him, holding him.
“Well,” he drawled, “for starters. We don’t know that Mr. Mouse wasn’t the first of an evil army with a taste for delicate vampire flesh. For all we know he could be the Calvary.”
She tipped her head back and laughed. Damn, if the sound didn’t wash through him like a cleansing rain. She’d never been able to hold back when he told jokes and that was just one more thing to appreciate about her. When she let her guard down, she was very easy going. Very go with the flow. And they shared the same sense of humor.
Oh hell. “I’m getting my workout for the day,” he teased.
She playfully smacked his arm and he felt the tension of the last few hours drain away.
“You just said I’m light as a feather.”
He loved her sexy little pout. She reminded him so much of the woman he’d fallen for two solstices ago.
“Yeah, well, that was one hundred feet ago,” he said with a grin.
She smacked him again with a mock-frown. “Put me down.”
“Not a chance, sweetheart.”