SEAL Wolf in Too Deep Heart of the Wolf #18
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Love spells danger for an alpha SEAL wolf and the woman who steals his heart in this steamy shifter romance from USA Today bestselling author Terry Spear
His love is dangerous
As a Navy SEAL and police diver, alpha wolf shifter Allan Rappaport knows how to handle tough situations, but the arrival of a human diving partner-especially one as attractive as Debbie Renaud-is a whole new challenge. Getting involved is dangerous, but Debbie's offers are hard to resist. As the heat between them rises and a murder plot thickens, Allan is on the brink of exposing his biggest secret.
But she's diving in headfirst
For Debbie, working with another top-notch diver like Allan is too good to be true, and their mutual attraction is hotter than she could have dreamed. Debbie suspects he's hiding something, though, and she's set on figuring it out-one off-duty rendezvous at a time. But when Debbie gets between a werewolf hunter and his intended victim, suddenly she is plunged straight into the heart of Allan's world-a world she never knew existed.
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Excerpt:
He pulled out a couple of mugs while she warmed up the cocoa. He chuckled and she turned
to see what was funny and nearly had a heart attack.
He was holding one hot pink and white mug while reading it, the other sitting on the
counter: Men should be like my curtains, easy to pull and well hung.
Her
lips parted, she had to have turned cherry red, and she turned away
quickly before
she burned the cocoa. Now what? Explain that a friend had given them to
her when her last boyfriend and she had parted company? Or just ignore
the fact that they were drinking out of those cups while she was having
hot cocoa with him and pretend she wasn’t
embarrassed to the tip of her toes?
He brought the mugs over. “Anything else?”
“There’s a can of whipped cream in the fridge, if you want some.”
“Real cream,” he said, eyeing the can. “Looks good.” He gave it to her, and he lifted
the mugs.
She
shook up the can and pointed it at the right mug, pushed the nozzle,
and the cream
dripped and fizzled. Not to be thwarted, she shook it again, hoping
that it wasn’t defective. And then the whipped cream swirled around with
perfect ridges in a twirl on top with a cute little pointy peak.
Perfect.
Then
she turned to the other mug, shook the can again, and pushed the
nozzle. It was
working great until halfway through her little mountain of whipped
cream twirling to perfection, when the nozzle malfunctioned again and
spewed whipped cream everywhere.
In horror, she stopped what she was doing and stared at the white cream splattered all
over Allan’s chest and a few that had dotted his boxer briefs. Her mouth agape, she glanced up at him.
His eyes sparkled with mirth and he laughed.
“Oh, oh, let me get something to wipe it up,” she said, belatedly, and set the can of
whipped cream on the counter.
She
grabbed some paper towels and wetted them, then rushed back to wipe the
mess up.
He was still holding onto both hot pink mugs of cocoa. She had every
intention of taking one of the mugs and letting him clean himself, but
he just moved his arms apart as if to say she made the mess, she could
wash it up.
She
thought she was going to die. Yes, he was totally hot. And yes, she’d
fantasized
about making love to him—since they were both unattached, and she truly
liked him. But in her wildest dreams she would never have imagined
making him cocoa in the middle of the night in her duplex while he stood
in sexy silk briefs, not baggy, but nice and
form fitting, and then she proceeded to splatter him with whipped
cream. All over his tanned chest and those black briefs.__________________________________
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