Wolfish Dreams

By Wendy Stone

Josie Macomb hadn't expected to meet Teagan O'Roarke when she drove up to the deserted old cabin, but he was there, in her dreams.

A werewolf, Teagan dream walked with her, making love to her, showing her a love with a gentleness she'd never known before. But he could only be there in her dreams, a fact that Josie had to find a way to reconcile. But would he stay in her dreams or would Teagan be the man that Josie needed?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Oct 13, 2008
• ISBN: 9781906811167

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Wolfish Dreams

ISBN # 978-1-906811-16-7

©Copyright Wendy Stone 2008

Cover Art by Anne Cain ©Copyright October 2008

Edited by Michele Paulin

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Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

WOLFISH DREAMS

Wendy Stone

Dedication

I’d like to dedicate this one to all of the fans that have kept me writing over the years. Your emails, comments, critiques, have all helped me to achieve the first part of my dream. Thank you for that. As always, thanks to my mom and my sisters you are my muses and my strength. This novel holds a special place in my heart as I have dealt with the same pain as my heroine and know the torment of back surgery and the hell that follows.

Chapter One

The cabin was dark and unwelcoming as Josie Hare pulled past the final curve and drove into the clearing. She sighed tiredly as she looked with sceptical eyes at the cabin. She’d needed this time, planned for it, yearned for it. Now she wondered if she’d made a mistake.

Okay, Josie, there’s no help for it now. Let’s just get inside and get some lights on. The sound of her voice seemed to give her courage, and she slipped tiredly from the rented SUV. The trip had taken all day, starting early this morning from her home in lower Michigan. She hadn’t expected it to be that long, but the directions she’d gotten from the gentleman renting her the cabin in the forest near Iron Mountain, Michigan hadn’t been exact, and she’d gotten lost after pulling off US-2. After getting some directions, she’d gotten dinner and been back on the right track.

It had taken another three hours to get to the cabin, and after finding the tiny two track road, she’d thought she was lost again. Now she was here, exhausted and ready to just collapse. But she still had to empty the SUV and get the power on in the cabin. Why hadn’t she accepted the owner’s offer to com out and turn on everything for her?

Because you’re too damned proud, the little voice in her head said. You can never accept help and look what that little personality flaw did to you. Josie stretched, feeling the pain in her back even more since she’d been sitting behind the steering wheel for so long. The scar on her lower back still itched from the fusion surgery she’d been forced to endure and had barely healed from. She yanked at the brace she still wore, pulling it down and tugging on the t-shirt she wore under it.

The damn thing made her itch, and she hated it more than anything in her life, but without it, she felt as if her body would collapse, and just accordion down until there was nothing left of her. Picking up her keys, she headed for the front door, grabbing only her purse and overnight bag. She fumbled with the lock, cursing the