Angelique Armae aka J.C. Makk
Angelique Armae CHRISTMAS WOLF Shifters of Dundaire, novella 2
An ARe Top Pick!
Shifters of Dundaire, Novella 2
By Angelique Armae
ISBN: 978-1-942346-06-7 (e-book)
ISBN: 978-1-942346-12-8 (Print)
Release date: December 31, 2016
CHRISTMAS WOLF is the 2nd book in National bestselling author, Angelique Armae's, Scottish shapeshifter series.
Welcome to Dundaire, Scotland, a magickal city that doesn't appear on any map, where kilt-wearing, immortal Highlanders are plentiful, and where romance and danger brew daily...
When Highland wolf Rhys MacGregor goes in search of the perfect tree-topper for Wolfsden Keep's eighteen-foot-tall tree for the pack's Christmas Eve ball, he ends up rescuing a cat who turns out to be more than he ever imagined.
While out in a blizzard keeping an eye on Rhys MacGregor, feline shape-shifter and banshee Greer O'Keene is rescued by the hot Scot. But as the woman assigned to take Rhys's soul, the last thing she expects is to fall in love with him. Now she's determined to keep her wicked banshee stepsisters away from Rhys long enough so she can change his fate.
Can destined love outsmart dark magick?
Greer made little noises, a few oohs and aahs as she searched the boxes on the lower shelves. Her enthusiasm for the task went straight to Rhys's heart. It sounded almost as if she'd never had a Christmas tree before. "I had planned on coming back early Christmas Eve to put up a small tree in the great room. But since I'm here now, would you mind helping me with that tonight?"
Greer beamed. "I'd love to, though I'm not sure I'd be much good at it as Eithne doesn't put up a tree, so I've never decorated one."
She shook her head, her long black hair falling over her shoulders, drawing even more attention to her too tight top.
"Well, we'll fix that straight away. A beautiful lass such as yourself should not be deprived of doing up a Christmas tree."
"For a wolf, you're quite sentimental."
"That's the second time I've been told so today."
"Really? What was the first about?"
He let out a deep breath. "The Viking. But I dinna care to go into it."
Greer offered a sweet smile, her green eyes bright with happiness. "I think you like Vidar, despite saying otherwise."
"Bite your tongue, wumman. The man calls a kilt, a skirt. I canna be friends with such a beast."
Says the wolf who was quite the beast earlier.
A pink flush graced Greer's cheeks.
"That was nothing, kitten."
Her cheeks grew red. "That thought was not for you to know."
"I'll try to be good next time."
"I don't think you're capable of being good." She turned away and focused on the boxes of tree toppers.
"You, kitten, are a playful little thing."
A slight giggle fell from Greer's mouth. "I think we need to concentrate on this angel you're looking for." She tilted her head. "That top box looks like it has some gold fabric in it. It could be an angel's skirt." A second later Greer's knee was on the wire shelf, her arm stretching for the container.
Rhys ran over. He placed his hand on the small of her back. "Easy. I dinna need you to fall."
Heat radiated against his palm, intensified his thoughts about Greer's damn top. The wumman belonged in his bed. And being this close to her was doing nothing to tame the beast inside. He wanted her more now. More than he'd ever wanted anything.
Greer was going to be his tonight.
(Anthology featuring Christmas Wolf)
RETURN OF THE WOLF