Pleasure Me (Black Hills Wolves #46)

By Tina Donahue

There’s no place like home...especially for a wolf who shouldn’t have run away.
Wylder Aaron always knew Starr Joseph was his mate, but the time wasn’t right for them. To escape his hopeless feelings for her, he fled Los Lobos and joined the military, not even saying good-bye.

Starr wanted nothing more in life than Wylder. When he left, she fled, too. Her sultry beauty made her an instant success as the new look for a major cosmetics firm. However, fame is fleeting. At twenty-six, she’s old news and forgotten. Worse, loneliness led her into the arms of another were-shifter with a jealous streak. During his last rage, he slashed the side of her face, promising to kill her the next time she tried to flee.

She did anyway, returning to the safety and anonymity of Los Lobos...straight into Wylder’s arms.

Their time has come. Or has it? Her ex-boyfriend is still out there. Once he finds her, he intends to do his worst.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Decadent Publishing
• Release date: Apr 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781613339954

Tina Donahue

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Kensington, Ellora's Cave, Samhain Publishing, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, and indie. Booklist, Publisher's Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels (Adored; Deep, Dark, Delicious; Lush Velvet Nights) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. Sensual Stranger, her erotic romance, was chosen Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category) at the French review site, Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for her erotic romance Lush Velvet Nights. Deep, Dark, Delicious received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Take Me Away captured second place in the NEC-RWA contest. And The Yearning was honored with an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. She's featured in the 2012 Novel and Writer's Market. Before penning romances, she worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company. You can find her online at www.tinadonahue.com, twitter.com/tinadonahue and facebook.com/DonahueTina1.

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Pleasure Me

Copyright  2016 by Tina Donahue

ISBN:  978-1-61333-995-4

Cover art by Fiona Jayde

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Pleasure Me

There’s no place like home…especially for a wolf who shouldn’t have run away.

Wylder Aaron always knew Starr Joseph was his mate, but the time wasn’t right for them. To escape his hopeless feelings for her, he fled Los Lobos and joined the military, not even saying goodbye.

Starr wanted nothing more in life than Wylder. When he left, she fled too. Her sultry beauty made her an instant success as the new look for a major cosmetics firm. However, fame is fleeting. At twenty-six, she’s old news and forgotten. Worse, loneliness led her into the arms of another were-shifter with a jealous streak. During his last rage, he slashed the side of her face, promising to kill her the next time she tried to flee.

She did anyway, returning to the safety and anonymity of Los Lobos…straight into Wylder’s arms.

Black Hills Wolves Stories

Wolf’s Return

What a Wolf Wants

Black Hills Desperado

Wolf’s Song

Claiming His Mate

When Hell Freezes

Portrait of a Lone Wolf

Alpha in Disguise

A Wolf’s Promise

Reluctant Mate

Diamond Moon

Wolf on a Leash

Tempting the Wolf

Naming His Mate

A Wolf Awakens

The Wolf and the Butterfly

Infiltrating Her Pack

Omega’s Heart

Rebel’s Claw

Claiming the She-Wolf

Worth Fighting For

Dangerous

Uncaged

Promiscuous Wolf

Disquieted Souls

A Cougar Among Wolves

Long Road Home

A Mate’s Healing Touch

Another Chance

Broken Silence

A Wolf’s Contract

A Mate’s Redeeming Touch

A Cougar Among Wolves

Pleasure Me

Winter Solstice Run

Wolf’s Holiday

Winter Magic

Winter Secrets

Winter Solstice Ménage

Wolf in Winter Clothing

Murder in Los Lobos

Scent of Murder

Scent of the Hunt

Scent of His Woman

Scent of Madness

Coming Soon

Secrets of the Hunt

Her Guardian Wolf

Jasmine Moon

A Note from Tina Donahue

I grew up reading those ‘brooding hero’ romances where the guy was always snarling, growling, and being a real pain. Definitely not my type. I love a man who can be tender and gentle in addition to being strong.

Pleasure Me was a delight to create. I adore Wylder. Not only is he a hunk and sexy as sin, he’s honorable. The kind of guy who’ll love one woman forever. Despite the obstacles that have kept him from Starr, he knows she’s his mate. She knows it too, but fights the inevitable. He ran from her once, hurting her deeply. She doesn’t want to risk her heart again.

Wylder has his work cut out for him and woos her in such a delightful way, I couldn’t stop smiling. This sexy beast has a tender side you won’t soon forget.

I’d love to hear what you think about Wylder and Starr’s romance. You can reach me at: [e-mail]

Pleasure Me

A Black Hills Wolves Story

By

Tina Donahue

Chapter One

She wasn’t only back in Los Lobos, she was nearby.

Wylder pushed off his bed then stopped, feet planted widely apart, head lowered to stop his dizziness. Too bad it didn’t help.

Her fragrance wafted through his open window, rolling over him in waves and overloading his senses. Tempting whiffs of her musk laced her flowery scent. Earthy. Seductive. Images flashed in his mind. Her stripped bare on the dewy grass. Lids hooded, lips parted, arms open in welcome.

Yeah, right. He’d run off and left her once, telling himself he had no choice. Technically, he’d had none. However, he could have handled the situation better, kept in touch during the intervening years, pretended he’d given a damn because he had. More than she’d known. If he had offered her a little of his time and friendship, maybe he could have prevented the terrible events she’d faced these last months.

Too late now.

Her scent beckoned again. Aw, God. Starr.

Speaking her name aloud was foreign to him, yet the sound glided effortlessly off his tongue. As easily as she’d always filled his thoughts.

He gulped air to clear his head and padded to the window. Sunlight slashed across the road, touching the gravel lot in front of The Den, Gee’s bar. Wylder rented a room on the second floor of the establishment. This had become his home since he’d returned from his duty in the Middle East.

He gripped the jamb, steadying himself.

She stood at the edge of the lot, facing the bar. The ends of her glossy black hair and the hem of her olive-green T-shirt fluttered in the mild breeze. Otherwise, there was no movement. She might have been posing for a major ad campaign in one of those high fashion magazines, as she had in the past. Who knew what went through her mind at being back in town instead.

He wanted to call out, put her at ease. Fearful she might bolt, he dug his thumbnail into the wood and drank her in.

She’d filled out, no longer the slender teen he recalled, her shape womanly now. Battered jeans hugged sleek thighs. Her tee stretched provocatively across her ample breasts, the nipples pebbled against the soft cotton despite the warm summer day. A faint rose tint added a hint of color to her pale skin.

From her inner heat or embarrassment?

The wind picked up, whipping her hair back. She snatched the locks to keep them over her left ear and edge of her face.

He didn’t have to wonder why. Her mom had told him some of what happened to Starr in Los Angeles. Not enough, though.

She regarded both sides of the street. Deserted. Thick forest surrounded the small town, pines creeping up mountainsides, craggy rocks peeking through primordial vegetation. In the distance, young male voices rang out with laughter. Teens likely racing each other to the swimming hole.

Wylder breathed a sigh of relief the kids weren’t headed toward her with their snickers, cruel comments, and mocking gazes. Dumbasses. Bullying wasn’t what Starr needed.

She tilted her face.

Their gazes met.

Starr.

His heart turned over, warmth flooding him. She had the face of an angel, her high cheekbones, full mouth, and almond-shaped eyes almost too beautiful to be real. She parted her lips in what might have been surprise, wonder, or yearning. He liked to think longing was on her mind,