One Night with the Shifter
Sons of Midnight Series #4
Theresa Meyers
Genre: Paranormal romance
(vampires and werewolves)
Publisher: Harlequin Nocturne
Date of Publication: February 2014
ISBN: 978-0-373-88590-9
ASIN: B00EFPXT7W
Number of pages: 304 pages
Book
Description:
A
one-night stand with a werewolf has unexpected consequences in Theresa Meyers's
latest romance in the Sons of Midnight series.
After he is exiled from his pack,
Tyee Grayson must learn to make it on his own. But one night with a beautiful
stranger who has luminous blue eyes changes everything…. Especially when his
instincts shout that she is the one.
All elementary school teacher
Jessica Brierly wanted was a night on the wild side, but when she finds herself
pregnant, all the rules change. Not only does her lover have more secrets than
she ever imagined, but suddenly they're both fighting off vampires.
When vampires attack the town she
dearly loves, Ty must work with his old pack to save them from a ruthless enemy
who could kill not only his mate and his unborn child—but the entire human
race.
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Excerpt:
The air was
clean and cold outside. Ty’s head cleared, his senses grew sharper. The cool
evening breeze, heavy with the salty scent of nearby Puget Sound, ruffled
Jess’s hair, sticking honey-colored wisps to her full, rosy lips.
“You okay?” he
asked as he gently tucked the strands back behind her ear.
Jess blinked,
and stared up at him, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief in her eyes. “What
just happened in there?”
He tried to give
her a lopsided grin, but it turned into a wince when he found his jaw was
tender from the hits the vampire had landed. He rubbed the soreness. The night
air chilled the dribble of blood from the cut on his cheek, making it wet and
cold, but there was no scent of vampire. The third one must have been smart
enough to ditch his buddies. His body ached from the fight, but it would heal
fast enough. “A bar fight with strangers.”
“You didn’t know
those guys?” she asked, looking around her nervously. “They seemed pretty
intent on messing with you.” She grazed the corner of his mouth with her
fingertips. “You’re hurt.”
The light touch
was enough to send a powerful surge of awareness pounding through him that
wiped away any of the ache that remained. Damn. There was no doubt in his mind
there was a strong Mesmer forming with this woman.
He gently moved
her fingers away from his mouth, keeping them folded in his. Her hands were
fine boned and slender and feminine. “No big deal.”
Her full lips tipped
up into a soft smile, making him crave to kiss her. “Tough guy, huh?” She
pulled a car remote from her pocket and pushed it, making the lights flash on a
silver pickup on the edge of the dirt-and-gravel parking area beside the bar.
“Sounds like
you’ve been around a few.”
She opened the
driver’s door to the pickup and turned, standing in the gap, staring at him,
her head tilted. “A few. But they’re nothing like you.”
Ty closed the
gap between them, putting one hand on the door frame, shielding her from view
of the parking lot but maintaining space between them. He knew better than to
get close enough to be swamped by temptation. The Mesmer might be working on
him, but that didn’t mean she’d understand if he came on too strong. Especially
not after the fight.
“If you want to
head home, I understand. I’ll stay here awhile and make sure those guys don’t
follow you home.”
She reached out
and grabbed fistfuls of his T-shirt near his collarbones, pulling him close
until he was chest to chest with her. The soft swells of her breasts pressed
against him and the minty scent of her hair, and hint of lilac on her skin
teased his sensitive sense of smell. Everything within him went silent and
still, fixated on the lush curve of her mouth so damn close to his he could
feel the warmth of her breath.
“What I want is
for you to come home with me.” Jess stood on her tiptoes and looked up into his
face, the dark fringe of lashes around her eyes making the blue luminous. Her
rapid pulse beat against his chest, taking over the rhythm until his matched
the pace she set. For a second the world tilted sideways.
Ty’s gaze
dropped to the silky, damp edge of her lips and he was lost. He dipped down and
kissed her. Her lips were soft and willing, tasting of peppermint. She tasted
so damn sweet, hot and spicy all at once. A warm, viscous heat flowed through
his veins, coating and drowning out every other sensation until he was hot and
hard at the same time.
Ty gripped the
edge of the truck’s door frame, nearly denting the sheet metal with his
fingertips. But he was determined to keep his hands to himself, even though
they itched to touch her. Heat seeped through his shirt, the temperature
difference amplified by the chill in the air. The kiss turned deeper, slicker,
the tip of her tongue brushing against his. The spicy fragrance of female that
spiked the air left no doubt she was aroused. When they broke apart, both of
them were breathing hard, their breath creating misty white clouds.
“You sure about
this?” He could control his body, but not the rough edge of his voice as he
struggled to maintain composure. “I could follow you.”
Jess looked up
at him, her dark lashes dropping a fraction, giving her a sultry look. “Hop
in.”
He was smart
enough not to argue with her, but that didn’t mean that the little voice of
human reason in the back of his head wasn’t screaming loudly that this was
stupid and rash. He should take his own vehicle so he didn’t get stuck who knew
where. He didn’t know a damn thing about her. Couldn’t read her mind and certainly
hadn’t asked enough questions. But this was a Mesmer, the wild Were instinct
side of him shouted back. No one, Were especially, could blame him for
responding so quickly and profoundly to her. And hell, he could always follow
his nose and walk back if he needed to.
“Anything you
say,” he answered. He waited until she climbed up into the cab, admiring the
way the dark denim jeans hugged the curve of her ass, then closed the truck
door and walked around the back of the pickup. An uneasy sensation raised the
hairs on his skin. He glanced over his shoulder one last time to make sure they
weren’t being followed.
About
the Author:
Raised by a bibliophile who made
the dining room into a library, Theresa has always been a lover of books and
stories. First a writer for newspapers, then for national magazines, she
started her first novel in high school, eventually enrolling in a Writer's
Digest course and putting the book under the bed until she joined Romance
Writers of America in 1993. In 2005 she was selected as one of eleven finalists
for the American Title II contest, the American Idol of books. She is married
to the first man she ever went on a real date with (to their high school prom),
who she knew was hero material when he suffered through having to let her
parents drive, and her brother sit between them in the backseat of the car.
They currently live in a
Victorian house on a mini farm in the Pacific Northwest with their two
children, three cats, two horses, an energetic mini-Aussie shepherd, a rabbit,
parakeet and an out-of-control herb garden.
You can find her online at her
website www.theresameyers.com or frequently on Twitter @Theresa_Meyers.
Website: http://www.theresameyers.com/
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