They hunger for your pleasure. They growl for your touch. And in these sizzling stories by New York Times
bestselling author Shelly Laurenston and Cynthia Eden, these sexy wolf shapeshifters are lust at first bite…
Like A Wolf With A Bone Shelly Laurenston
Quiet little Darla Lewis couldn’t be happier when the most-feared member of the South’s rowdiest pack kidnaps her. A girl gets real tired of being overprotected by her own shifter family, and there’s nothing like an oh-so-big bad wolf to start a pack feud, unleash her instincts—and have her surrender however and whenever she wants…
Wed Or Dead Cynthia Eden
Gage Ryder knew his human bride had a wild side. But spending their honeymoon night on the run from hunters out to finish him and his pack is sure not the kind of fun he was looking forward to. No problem—Gage will do whatever it takes to lay bare Kayla’s secrets and find the truth. If he can keep from being captured by his own seductive game…
“Cynthia’s on my must-buy list.”
—New York Times bestselling author Angie Fox
“Laurenston continues to dazzle readers.” —Romantic Times
He spotted her as soon as she stepped out of the house
and walked around her daddy’s porch to stare out into
the forest surrounding the home. His brothers had called her
“cute” and “kind of pretty” while simultaneously ordering
him to stay away because her big sisters wouldn’t have any of
it. But his brothers had been wrong. She wasn’t cute or kind
She was astounding.
Leaning back against his 1971 Plymouth GTX, Egbert
Ray Smith—Eggie to his Pack and those of the United States
Marine Corps that knew of his existence—watched the She-
wolf softly sighing and rolling her eyes. Occasionally she
shook her head. He knew why, too. It was all the arguing going
on inside the house behind her. All that damn arguing. If
he’d known he would be coming home to this, he wouldn’t
As it was, Eggie hated when he was forced on what the
full-humans called “a vacation,” or what his military brethren
called “leave.” He didn’t need a vacation. He didn’t want a
He was lucky enough to be one of the few men in the
world who enjoyed what he did for a living, and what he did
was kill. Not just randomly, though. He wasn’t some murdering
scumbag. No, Eggie killed with purpose, for the protection
of his kind and the other breeds and species that he
really didn’t like or care about, but figured deserved protection
just as much as anyone else who could shift into a completely
Eggie was good at killing. Some would probably say it was
the only thing Eggie Ray Smith was good at. So then why
should he be forced away from the only thing he was good
at just because his fellow Marines insisted that “Eggie’s
startin’ to make us nervous.” Eggie didn’t understand how he
did that. He wasn’t doing anything different from what he
did on any given day.
But because his entire platoon—the platoon with no
name, no number, that was only known about by those who
could grow fangs and claws whenever they wanted—suggested
he needed “a break,” Eggie was now on break.
So with nothing else to do for the next month or two, depending
on when his superiors would need him back, Eggie
had come home.
And up to three minutes ago, he was positive it had been
the most idiotic decision he’d made in a long time. What
with his brothers trying so desperately to secure themselves
some females. Of course, for most wolf shifters, securing females
simply meant seducing them or enticing them with
Too bad the Smith males weren’t like most wolf shifters.
None of Eggie’s brothers seemed to understand the words
“entice” or “seduce.” Instead they argued with their She-
wolves. Constantly. It had been bad enough with Eggie’s two
older brothers, Benjamin Ray and Frankie Ray, and his
youngest brother, Nicky Ray, especially since one of their
little gals was a bit of a spitter when she got real angry.
Yet nothing could top Eggie’s younger brother, Bubba
Ray, and his She-demon from hell, Janie Mae Lewis. Their
daddy liked Janie Mae because she represented the kind of
She-wolf he wanted all of them to take as a mate. Strong,
confident—a natural Alpha. But because Daddy liked Janie
Mae so much, Bubba had to be difficult. He had to play
games. Even worse, Janie Mae played those games right
back. Not even properly mated yet, the pair already had two
boys, the She-wolf pregnant with Bubba’s third, and still they
had yet to settle down. Instead they bounced between the
Pack territories of Smithtown, Tennessee, and Smithville,
North Carolina—arguing the entire way, it seemed.
Eggie didn’t understand all that arguing. Honestly, he
didn’t argue with people. He never had to. He either stared
until the ones arguing with him went away or he killed
them. There was never an in-between, so what was the point
of arguing? Unfortunately Bubba didn’t seem to have the
same philosophy. All he did with Janie Mae was argue. In
fact, Eggie had barely stepped into his parents’ Tennessee
home before his brothers propelled him back to his car and
he was suddenly on his way to North Carolina. And Lord
knew that had been the last thing he’d wanted to do.
Until the moment he saw her.
Yeah, she was definitely the youngest Lewis sister. The
one the Lewises had never talked about whenever Eggie was
around. Although, in his estimation, this sister was much
prettier than the other four. She had long, straight brown
hair, parted right in the middle and framing just the sweetest
little face with those big brown eyes and pretty full lips. Plus
she had what he could only call the cutest cheeks. Although
he wasn’t sure cheeks should be cute. Like the other Lewises,
her nose was long and refined but she was smaller than her
sisters. Barely five-eight or so. For a Lewis female, that was
kind of short. For a Smith female, it would be considered
Eggie thought about going over there, introducing himself
the way men do when they see a pretty woman they’d
like to meet. But then he remembered who he was. He was
Eggie Ray Smith, trained killer. What would a girl like her
do with a wolf like him? Would she want him to be chatty?
Buy her flowers? Kill a herd of elk? And her entire family already
hated him on principle. What he did for a living wasn’t
exactly respected among many of the shifters, although it was
needed to keep them all safe.
Nah. It was best not to get all involved in...anything. It
was best to stay right where he was. Here. On his car. Waiting
for the yelling to stop so he could find a hotel in town
and get some sleep.
So continuing to stare at the woman on that porch was
not a good idea and he decided to study his feet instead—
until he heard someone breathing.
And it wasn’t him.
Of all the times for Darla Mae Smith’s boss to send her
home for a “visit”—a visit he’d insisted on for some unknown
reason—why did it have to be now?
Honestly, only a boss with his own Pack would insist on
this sort of thing. Lord knew a full-human chef never would.
If they had their way, they’d never give their lowly staff any
kind of break. But Darla didn’t work for a full-human. No,
she was an assistant pastry chef for a Van Holtz Steak House
in San Francisco, and the Van Holtz wolves understood Pack
life, so her boss—the executive chef and Alpha of the San
Francisco Van Holtzes—had suddenly, out of the clear blue,
insisted that Darla go home for a little “Pack time.” Something
most She-wolves who were forced away from their kin
for one reason or another enjoyed. Then again, none of them
had to deal with the darn arguing!
When Darla had called her daddy two weeks ago, it had
just been him, Darla’s momma, and her brothers. Her sisters
were in Smithtown, Tennessee, dealing with the pain-inthe-
butt Smith boys. So Darla had happily hitchhiked her
way cross country, something she liked to do but didn’t necessarily
mention to her parents. But by the time she had
made it to her home in North Carolina, her dang sisters were
back and in the middle of their dang arguments! Not with
each other, which she could barely tolerate, but with those
darn Smith wolves.
And it wasn’t even one argument, but several! Francie
Mae, the oldest, was arguing with her mate, Benjamin Ray,
about what Benji could and could not stick his big Smith
nose into when it came to the Lewis family business.
Roberta Mae and Frankie Ray were busy debating whether
Robbie’s skirt was long enough—apparently it wasn’t—
while Janette Mae and Nicky Ray were arguing about
Nixon. Nixon, of all people!
But worse than all that was what was going on between
Janie Mae and Bubba Ray Smith. The pair had been on-andoff-
again for several years now. They played all sorts of games
with each other, trying to make the other one jealous. When
Janie had gotten pregnant with her first son, the family sort
of sighed in relief, figuring the pair would finally become
mates and end all the bickering.
That, unfortunately, did not happen. Instead, the bickering
became worse. Much worse. Now, two sons later, with
the third on the way, the pair traipsed back and forth between
North Carolina and Tennessee, one usually following
the other, stopping occasionally to argue in one of the midway
rest stops that probably deserved better.
Was it really supposed to be this hard? Was love and caring
supposed to be so ridiculously silly and demanding? Darla
didn’t think so. Neither did her friends in San Francisco—a
lovely mix of shifters and full-humans that she’d met when
she’d left home at eighteen to start her internship at the Baltimore
Van Holtz restaurant. Lord, it was 1974! Wonderful
things were happening all around them. Times were changing.
There was beautiful music and people were beginning
to realize that war and violence didn’t answer all of life’s
tough questions. It was a time to travel and see the world,
discover new and interesting people, religions, and species.
But Darla’s kin was locked into a world Darla had no desire
to be part of. One filled with jockeying for position in a
Pack. Unlike their full-blood wolf counterparts, the shifters
rarely settled for their position in life. They always wanted
more or less or different, but never what they had. And anyone
with a brain could see that what Janie wanted was to be
Alpha Female of the Smithtown Pack. She couldn’t and
wouldn’t settle for less, even if that meant booting Bubba’s
momma out of her current position as Alpha. Of course, that
was just Janie Mae’s way. And the rest of Darla’s sisters, although
older, were the perfect Betas. They’d fight for Janie
to get her what she wanted, even if it meant going head to
head with their own mates about it.
The question, Darla guessed, became what did Bubba Ray
want? A few years shy of thirty and male ...he didn’t know
what the hell he wanted. Especially if it meant running off
his own parents. But like the true Alpha Male Bubba probably
would be, he would decide what he wanted when he was
dang good and ready. Something Janie Mae wasn’t happy
about because even though she may not need to be Alpha today,
at this moment, she wanted commitments that it would
So the fighting went on. And on. And on.
If Darla had known this was going to be happening while
she was here, she would have taken a break at a commune
one of her friends had told her about. Or headed off to Europe
and backpacked through France again. The Lord knew
there was a world of fine pastries for Darla to experience and
explore and learn to make in France. But she wasn’t in
France, she was here.
Maybe, in a day or two, she could split. Head out after
getting a little time in with her parents, especially her daddy,
who hated this fighting as much as Darla did. Until then,
though, she’d have to settle for walking away from all the unnecessary
crap going on in the house.
Jumping down the stairs, Darla headed into the woods.
She hadn’t gotten far, though, when she caught the scent of
some unknown wolf on her parents’ territory, coming upwind
She stopped, turned. Darla sniffed the air again, then
called out, “Hello?”
A twig snapped behind her and Darla spun, her fangs instantly
bursting from her gums at the sight of the gun pointed
at her. The man holding that gun blinked in surprise. It was
only a moment, though. Only a moment of stunned confusion
at the sight of fangs on a young woman in the middle of
nowhere. Then the full-human male aimed his weapon and
Darla unleashed her claws, readying her body to shift and
strike. Hoping the surprise at seeing her as wolf would give
her the precious seconds she’d need to tear his throat out.
Darla’s muscles trembled seconds before she launched herself,
shifting in midair as she flew at the man. But the gun
never went off. The wolf she’d scented earlier now stood behind
the human. The hand holding the gun was crushed, the
Yanking herself away so as not to hurt the wolf, Darla
somersaulted back, her wolf body slamming into a large tree.
When she hit the ground, she looked up at the male wolf.
She didn’t recognize him as someone she personally knew,
but she knew he was a Smith. Normal wolves didn’t have
shoulders that wide or necks that thick. He also had a full
beard and dark hair that hung to his shoulders and in his face,
making her wonder how he managed to see anything at all.
He stepped toward her, wolf eyes glaring down at her. At
least ...she thought he might be glaring. It was hard to tell.
Darla started to stand up but the glaring Smith wolf pulled
the biggest hunting knife she’d ever seen. Positive he was
about to cut her throat because he considered her weak by
Smith standards, she recoiled away from him, her back pressing
into the tree.
He didn’t, however, kill her, but turned and threw that
knife, impaling the human male who’d been coming up behind
That’s when Darla realized that the first human hadn’t
been alone. Lord. How many humans were running around
her little town? Where were the town’s deputies? Where
were the other Smith and Lewis wolves? The bears? The lions?
Was everybody at the bar just drinking? How was this
But most importantly, why did all these human males seem
to be coming to her? Honestly, Darla would be in big trouble
if it weren’t for this oversized Smith wolf who looked like
he never smiled.
The wolf walked over to the human male, who was now
on his knees, the life from him gone. Before the body
dropped to the ground, the wolf yanked the knife from the
human’s head and snatched the gun from the human’s hand.
The wolf had just tucked the gun into the waistband of his
jeans when another human charged.
Darla would have warned the wolf but she didn’t have to.
He moved so fast, yanking a second hunting knife from a
sheath tied to his thick thigh. Slicing up, cutting the inside of
the man’s leg, then he stood and slashed the blades across,
nearly taking the man’s head off.
Again the wolf looked down at her, bringing one big forefinger
to his lips. “Sssssh,” he whispered and disappeared into
Although Darla didn’t see anything, she could hear well
enough. The sounds of dying men as that big wolf went
about killing them. Something that would normally horrify
Darla. She was a pacifist after all. And yet ...she wasn’t horrified;
she just didn’t know why.
Then she felt something sticky under her paw. She leaned
down, sniffed. Blood. Her blood.
It must have been when she’d hit the tree. She knew she’d
hit it hard but not this hard. She thought about calling out to
her family. Howling. Or even calling to the wolf. But she
was suddenly so weak and tired.
Maybe if she just closed her eyes for a bit . . .