Werewolves are tenacious creatures, hunting their prey -- and their lovers -- with deadly accuracy. Rarely do they miss their mark. Give that wolf a human form and he's almost invincible. Except when it comes to matters of the heart. Their lovers aren't the type to submit easily. It will take all their skills -- both human and lupine -- to get what they want. But then, they never settle for anything less...
Werelock by Dakota Cassidy
Addison Ross agrees to go on an All Hallows Eve pumpkin picking expedition to appease her niece and nephew. Hoo boy does she ever pick a winner. Beneath her pumpkin lies a talisman that brings the delish Caleb Marsden into her life. Caleb Marsden, the werelock...
Wild Ones by Kira Stone
Bitten by a ferocious wolf, Billy's need for solitude leads him to carve out a territory in the Canadian wilderness. Luc's small pack is made up of weres with the ability to control the elements. They need Billy to complete the circle... but first the Wild Ones will have to catch him...
The Witching Hour by Marteeka Karland
Hazel really wants to be the witch her Grandma always said she could be. Unfortunately, though her spells always work, they never quite work the way they're supposed to. Drake, the hunky werewolf next door, has an appetite for a certain witch... and it's all for her own good. After all, who ever heard of a virgin witch?
Wolf Bound by Sierra Dafoe
When Jenna's lover strands her on a ski slope in the Canadian Rockies, an enigmatic lone wolf rescues her -- only to transform into a naked, stunningly sexy man! Now Jenna is faced with a bitter dilemma: if she stays, she'll be putting his life at risk. If she leaves, it's his heart she'll be destroying...
This title is available in print. The novella Werelock was also included in Dakota Cassidy's collection Werecats and Werelocks.
Praise for Wolf
"Four stories are presented in this volume by four talented authors. All deal with the paranormal werewolf and what lengths they will go to for love. Torn between a human and wolf tug-of-war, a werewolf will not back down to any challenge as their prey soon realizes. If the stalk and hunt is the draw, then the capture and conquering is the utmost prize. Read these four tales to get a taste of the exotic realms that these werewolves live in."
--Tj, The Romance Studio
Praise for Werelock
"In true Dakota Cassidy tradition Werelock shows a mismatched man struggling his way towards a woman with little idea of the world into which she has been launched.... When Addy finally seduces Caleb the resulting sex is fast and laced with humor not to mention is a great stress reliever on the eve before the big showdown."
-- Megan, Erotic-Escapades.com
"Dakota Cassidy never fails to entertain readers with her ability to instill humor and romance within an interesting plot. Werelock is a fun read."
-- Amanda S., Fallen Angel Reviews
Praise for Wild Ones
"This story starts off at a run and keeps going from there. The fast paced action and scorching sex scenes between the three males of the pack... are hot in the way that only male on male sex can be..."
4 Angels! -- Hayley, Fallen Angels Reviews
"Ms. Stone grabs the reader's attention from the first page with a creatively unique storyline, and the pace quickens as the story unfolds."
4.5 Nymphs! -- Water Nymph, Literary Nymphs
"Wild Ones calls to the inner beast in me; an excellent story."
-- Rosemary, Joyfully Reviewed
Praise for The Witching Hour
"The Witching Hour is a wonderful little paranormal romance of magic and giggles along the way. Marteeka Karland has done a tremendous job."
-- Jessica, Fallen Angel Reviews
"This is a fast moving work. Hazel and Drake's living situation in an apartment building full of senior citizens has the potential for some really funny moments, especially when Drake is caught naked after his change by one of the residents, there's a lot of life in that group yet. The lecherous sheriff is well done and gets his just desserts. This is a fun story with very hot love scenes."
-- Maura Frankman, The Romance Studio
"Funny, desirable and filled with wicked pleasure, The Witching Hour will thrill your senses while raising your temperature. Ms. Karland has written of characters that create a place where fantasy and pleasure combine to give readers a fantastic story. I would love to read more about this hilarious world. So buy this book because it will give you an insight into a world that only exists in fantasy."
-- Sheryl, Ecataromance
Praise for Wolf Bound
"I found Wolf Bound to be thoroughly enjoyable."
-- Tanya, Joyfully Reviewed
"A wonderfully romantic tale...a perfect example of why I cannot get enough of Sierra Dafoe's books!"
5 Lips! -- Tara Renee, TwoLips Reviews
"Wolf Bound is an enchanting paranormal romance that will touch your heart. Ms. Dafoe's characters are captivating and the passion that ignites between them is sizzling."
5 Nymphs! -- Water Nymph, Literary Nymphs
"Wolf Bound is utterly amazing! This is one of the best paranormal erotic stories I've ever read."
5 Blue Ribbons! -- Amanda, Romance Junkies
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A low crackling sound roused her, and she opened her eyes, suddenly aware of warmth and light. A small fire burned nearby, sending feeble gleams dancing over the cave walls. Surprised, Jenna lifted her head, looked down at the wolf, and froze.
The wolf was gone. Where he had lain, with her arms wrapped around him, was a man.
Jenna jerked away in shock, sending leaves scattering as she sprang to her feet. He didn't move. He lay on his side, facing away from her, apparently asleep -- and completely naked.
Slowly, she squatted next to him. Shaggy, silver-black hair hid his features, and Jenna stared at him. Where had he come from? How? When? Then another question occurred to her and she spun, scanning the cave. Except for the two of them, it was empty.
"Wolf?" Jenna scrambled to the entrance. The clouds had closed in, completely blocking the moon's light, and she could make out nothing in the blackness. "Wolf? Wolf!" She whirled back to the inexplicable man. If he'd driven Wolf out, wounded, maybe dying...
She shook his shoulder roughly. "Where's the wolf?" she demanded. "Hey! Where's the wolf?"
He rolled onto his back, and she realized he was shivering, his broad shoulders shaking with cold or illness. Something about the way he kept his arm clamped tight to his muscular side gave her the impression he'd been injured.
"Hey!" She shook him again, hard. His shaggy hair slid back from his face, and Jenna shrank back. One high, ivory cheekbone was scored with red, inflamed claw marks.
No. No, that's not possible. That's not...
Then he opened his eyes -- yellow eyes. Predator's eyes. Wolf's eyes.
His pale face clenched at her reaction. He rolled away, curling up onto his side, his broad shoulders hunched like an unhappy child's. Jenna turned, wanting to bolt from the cave -- but where could she go? She didn't even have her coat, for God's sake. It was still under the man...
Under the wolf.
The man shifted, rolling to his feet, and Jenna scrambled back, bracing herself against the wall of the cave. But he merely moved to the fire, crouched down by it, and added another chunk of wood to the flames.
As he studied the fire, she studied him -- the long, silver-black hair, the rippling torso, the broad shoulders with their hard planes of muscle... Everything about him was lean, corded, powerful. She found her gaze dwelling on the firm curves of his ass, and quickly averted her eyes.
He hunkered on his haunches easily, as if he'd never even seen a chair. His arm was still clenched against his side -- but when he shifted, reaching for her parka, she gasped at the sight of the gash that curved down his abdomen.
It wasn't possible. It wasn't...
Jenna moved slightly, and the man glanced over at her, pulling her coat closer around his shaking shoulders. His face was pale, angular, the well-molded jaw leading up to broad, prominent cheekbones. His lashes, so thick and black they looked almost kohled, curved against his ivory skin. Behind his thick, shaggy hair, his yellow eyes gleamed, feral and intent.
There was such force to his features, such a wildness...
"Wolf?" she whispered. His eyes burned into hers.
No, it wasn't possible. But there was no other explanation.