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Roan's Fall

Roxie's Protectors-1

Author(s): Marisa Chenery

As a hair stylist, Ansley has seen and cut a lot of people's hair, but when Roxie shows up for her appointment with a very large, gorgeous man, Anlsey can't take her eyes off him. Nor can she stop her body's reaction to Roan when Roxie asks her to cut his hair as well. But things seem to go steadily downhill when Ansley's curse--her ability to say the first thing that comes to mind when around a man she is attracted to--rears its ugly head. When Roan growls at her to hurry up, Ansley knows her mouth has done it to her again.

Even through the harsh chemical smells in the hair salon, Ansley's scent is like a punch in the gut to Roan. Knowing she is his mate, and a mortal, it has him fighting the urge to claim her as his own. Hoping to ease into telling her he is a werewolf, Roan prays he has the control to take things slow. But when it comes to Ansley, he must fight the wolf inside him or risk scaring away the one woman who was meant for him.

Publisher's Note: This was previously published.


Ansley took a deep breath and she tested the water to make sure it wouldn’t be too hot, then proceeded to wet Roan’s thick light brown hair. As she washed it, her thigh pressed up against his shoulder. That small contact was enough to send a wave of awareness through her body. She rinsed out the shampoo and her gaze fell on Roan’s face. He had his eyes closed. She traced his firm lips, straight nose, chiseled cheekbones and square jaw with it as she shampooed his hair for a second time. She had to resist the urge to climb onto his lap, sprawl on top of him and kiss him until they were both breathless. With her luck, he would more than likely dump her on her ass if she ever tried such a stunt. She dragged her gaze away and leaned in closer while she massaged his scalp.

A strangled noise that sounded pretty close to an animalistic growl drew Ansley’s gaze back to Roan’s face. Her hands went still as she caught the intense look in his now open eyes. Her mouth suddenly dry, she swallowed and licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. He made the same strangled sound, and for a split second, she swore his light blue eyes glowed.

Thinking hers had to be playing tricks on her, Ansley quickly finished washing Roan’s hair. After she toweled it dry, she had him sit in her chair. His gaze followed her in the mirror in front of him as she draped a cape over his front and did it up at the back of his neck.

She picked up her scissors and a comb from the small counter in front of Roan before she turned back to him. “How would you like me to cut your hair?”

Roan’s gaze locked with hers. “Just a trim.”

Ansley nodded and moved to stand behind him. She went to work combing the snarls out of his long hair. “So you’re a friend of Roxie?”

“You could say that.”

When he didn’t offer anything more, Ansley tried to think of something else to say to keep the conversation going, a feat in itself, considering she was so turned-on she could barely think straight.

After she rejected more than one likely subject, she blurted out, “Are you single? Considering how good-looking you are, I can’t picture you being single.” She cringed inside. Real subtle. Not. Where the hell had that come from?

Roan stiffened his shoulders. The chair creaked. He seemed to be holding on to the armrests in a death grip. “Can you just hurry it up?”

Way to go, dumbass, she berated herself. Now he thinks you’re an idiot. Her curse, at least she called it her curse, had just risen its ugly head. Whenever she became attracted to a man, especially a hunky one like Roan, her mouth spewed nothing but garbage. She’d driven away more than one man that way. Ansley she focused on the back of Roan’s head as she trimmed the ends of his hair. Now more embarrassed than aroused, she kept her mouth shut and made sure she didn’t make eye contact with him in the mirror. Given the way he stiffened every time she touched him, she figured he couldn’t wait to get away from her.

She didn’t take any longer than she needed to finish his hair cut. When she went to pick up the hair dryer, Roan stopped her. “Let it dry on its own.”

With a nod, Ansley moved back behind him and undid the cape. She was just pulling it off Roan when Roxie came over. Roxie looked from Ansley, then to Roan. She scowled.

“What did you say to Ansley, Roan? The tension between you two is so thick you could cut it with a knife.” Roxie gave Roan a meaningful look. “I thought you would have used your time more wisely, if you know what I mean.”

Ansley had no idea what Roxie meant by that last part, but she quickly jumped in before Roan could answer. “It wasn’t Roan’s fault, Rox. I sometimes don’t think before I speak.” She turned to Roan. “I’m sorry. I should have kept my mouth shut. I’m sure you don’t need someone like me asking about your personal life. You probably get enough women throwing themselves at you. Not that I was throwing myself at you. Okay, I’m going to shut up now.”

Feeling her face heat, she blushed profusely. Ansley figured she couldn’t shove her foot any further into her mouth than she already had. She snuck a quick look at Roan and her heart tried to beat out of her chest as their gazes met. The way he stared at her as if she were the only woman in the room had her body once more going up in flames. A deep ache inside her pussy caused wetness to pool.

Unable to tear her gaze away, Ansley watched Roan’s nostrils flare. He took a deep breath. He walked closer and crowded her with his big body. She backed up until her butt hit the counter behind her. He didn’t stop until their bodies were almost touching. She placed her hands on the edges of the counter to stop herself from pulling his lips down to hers so she could kiss him senseless.

Roan bent his head down until their noses almost touched. “You can throw yourself at me any time you wish.” He pushed his hips against her so she could feel the large bulge in his pants. “I think it would be something we both would enjoy.”

Ansley had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop the moan of need that threatened to push past her lips. The feel of Roan’s hard cock pressed against her stomach made her pussy clench. She clutched the counter behind her as he lowered his head even more. Her breath caught, thinking he would kiss her, but instead of going for her lips he pushed his face into the crook of her neck and took a deep breath. If she didn’t know better she would think he sniffed her. After he pulled away to meet her gaze once more, she felt as if her legs had turned to rubber.

As Roan’s gaze locked on her lips, he asked, “When do you get off work?”

“Ah…ah, six.”

Roan gave her one last look that made her blood heat even more before he turned away and then walked out of the salon. Ansley stared at the door and tried to force her body to cool down. The sound of Roxie chuckling brought her out of the daze he’d put her in.

“I’d better go catch up with Roan,” Roxie said. She gave Ansley a wink. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Roxie went over to the front desk to pay.

Ansley sat in her chair once Roxie left the salon. She looked up at the large clock on the wall. She had another four hours to get through before she could leave. She had a feeling it would be the longest four hours of her life. 

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ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-92785-905-6
Genre: Paranormal
Date Published: 08/08/2013
Publisher: Forever More Publishing

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