What’s a wolf to do when his mate needs convincing…

Tamara’s spicy scent thrills, seduces and weakens him like no other.  She is his and he wants her.  Unfortunately, she is done with men.  Tamara’s been burned too many times in the past and she’s not looking for a relationship…..ever.  But when she finds a stray dog on her doorstep she decides she wants a relationship with a male, after all- that of pet and pet owner.

Josh is not a dog and he has no interest in staying her pet.  He has one burning desire- Tamara- in his bed, nightly and permanently.  He will stop at nothing to convince Tamara they are better together and that he needs her, forever.

Their paths are intertwined and their future is inevitable but will Tamara allow Josh to love, cherish and protect her?  Or will she say good-bye to the amazing, dedicated man whose loyalty and sweet promises could shatter her walls completely and consume her with desire?




“We’re here,” she muttered with a weary tone to her voice while shifting the car into park. She glanced into the rearview mirror, squeaked out a small cry and nearly jumped out of her seat.

“Oh my God, what are you doing?”

She pointed at the contents of her purse strewn across the back seat and onto the floor. He lunged forward placing his paws onto the middle console and leaned his face dangerously close to hers. The beginning of sharp, white teeth followed the long, pointed muzzle, ending in what looked like a grin. His warm breath tickled and teased her mouth.

Calm down, Tamara. He’ll sense your nervousness.

His jaw opened and a shiny object fell onto her lap. She looked at the promise ring her last boyfriend gave her. Huh. She’d forgotten about it. The relationship ended over a year ago and she should’ve pawned it, sold it, or simply tossed it straight into the ocean, but now the dog found it. She held the ring between two fingers and turned it in her hand, watching the three single diamonds shine brightly in the sunlight.

Words flowed into her mind. She widened her eyes as she stared into the amber-gold irises beside her, studying her with interest.

I smelled a man’s scent. Why do you still have the ring? You should get rid of it.

Where were these words coming from? They weren’t hers. It sounded like the dog was talking to her but nooo…the dog couldn’t talk to her, could it? It wasn’t a dog version of Mr. Ed. What made her think the dog could talk? Dogs don’t talk. Was she out of her mind? Boy, she was losing it.

The dog snorted and huffed, turning his head side to side disturbed by something. He growled, snorted and the strange voice flowed through her mind again.

I don’t want you with other men. You’re mine.

“Who’s talking to me?” She looked over at the dog. Wow. She was ready for the funny farm, all right. This dog couldn’t be speaking to her. He didn’t even move his lips.

Wriggling her left arm behind her, she silently but swiftly unlocked the door. Leaning over, she threw it wide open, trying to escape from the car and from the dog. Instead, she got tangled up under the steering wheel and her body fell backward in the process. The dog landed, partly on top of her, jumped across her body, licked her cheek, and pounced out the door as she screamed.

She turned in her seat and looked at the formidable, furry being staring at her through the open doorway. “Oh God.” Her raspy breathing struggled and strained to return to its steady, normal cadence.

She grabbed the large-sized collar from the passenger seat and held it in front of him. As if understanding her intention, he lowered his head and pushed it through the semi-open loop and she clicked the collar in place…or at least she tried to. Incredibly, it didn’t fit. Adjusting it to the maximum length possible, she placed it around his neck again. This time it snapped into place.

She took several deep breaths and willed her heartbeat to slow down but, even so, she remained fearful. He was massive in size and somewhat frightening because of it. She realized he’d done nothing to hurt her. Yet… Her heart skipped a beat. She stared at him, running through possible scenarios in her mind, wondering what to do. Thoughts and images suddenly flooded her mind.

Maybe you were imagining it, thinking the dog was talking to you.

That’s funny. She didn’t think it but hmmm…maybe she was. The words continued. Where were they coming from and who was talking to her?

Yes, that’s it—you felt guilty over still having the ring and remembered you needed to dispose of it. Then, to assuage your guilt, you started imagining talking dogs instead of getting to the truth of why you still have the ring.

Hmmm… interesting, made sense. The tone of the voice was calm and purposeful and the messages soothed her frazzled state. The dog stopped in mid-pace and sat on the ground. He seemed satisfied, pleased with something and he grinned. “Tamara, stop it,” she admonished. She shook her head and her silly notions away.

She glanced around at the cars in the parking lot and recalled why she was at the pet store in the first place. She couldn’t waste any more time conjuring up stories of talking dogs. “Geez, Tamara, really,” she muttered.

“Are you going to be good?” She eyed him and frowned. “I can’t take you into the store unless you’re well behaved.” Was she making a mistake by trusting him? Probably a big one. She unwrapped the leash and clipped it to his collar mere seconds before he tugged and pulled her out of the car.

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