Coming August 29th!
Wolf Creek 3: Hedgehog’s Delight
Rick Black has been putting off the inevitable for weeks ever since he smelled his mate in a local coffee shop. He’s been waiting for the right moment, but everywhere he turns the little hedgehog shows up, and Rick is past ready to lay a claim on his prickly mate.
Ethan Abbott is on the run from an ex-boyfriend who can’t seem to catch a hint. So, when he’s informed he’s the mate of a big, bad werewolf with Alpha issues, he’s not sure he’s ready. He sure is looking forward to the adventure, though.
Rick was going to kill the kid if he didn’t stop shaking his ass like it was for sale.
One of Rick’s brothers started to move in. Rick growled subvocally and sensibly, Ben decided he had better things to do and made a beeline for the bar instead. Rick grinned. Yeah, he still had it sometimes. He returned his gaze to the kid on the dance floor. The little bastard moved like a porn star, hips moving to the beat and grinding against anyone who got too close. On a night like this, that was a whole hell of a lot of people.
Rick had had his eye on the little one for a few weeks now. He wasn’t sure why he was still waiting to approach the kid, but that right there might be a good enough reason. He was barely out of diapers compared to Rick. Legal sure, or he wouldn’t be in this place. Wolf Creek Bar and Grill had a reputation to uphold and there was no way in hell Rick was going to let some underage kid in to ruin things for his family.
But the kid was still young, even if he was over nineteen. Didn’t stop him from being just about the hottest thing Rick had ever seen. His lithe body was muscled enough to make things interesting, and his face could make angels weep. Or maybe it was just Rick. Regardless, the pink, pouty lips combined with a dark gaze was really working. Rick had never seen the kid without a hat, so he wasn’t sure about the hair color, but his eyebrows were a neutral brown, so that gave him a bit of a clue.
Right now his lean frame was clad in a pair of skintight jeans with a black tank and a cowboy hat to finish things off. His feet were encased in cowboy boots, which made Rick wonder where the kid was from. He looked a little too country to be from the Island originally, but then again, there weren’t too many people in this room that were originally from Vancouver Island anyway. Campbell River, British Columbia, seemed to draw in a mix of locals and outsiders, thanks to the various businesses that made their home here. Plus, they got a bunch of retirees the same as most of the other small communities along the edge of the Island.
“If you’re so caught up in him, why don’t you just make a move?”
His brother, Ben, had finally made his way over to Rick where he stood behind the bar.
Rick raised a brow and turned his attention to the wineglass he was polishing.
“Come on, Rick. Half the folks in here are terrified to approach the kid because you glare and threaten them, and the other half can’t tell that you’re a threat and are going to move in on the kid before you can make a move yourself. What’s the deal?”
“There’s no deal.”
“Do you know who he is?”
He let out a trickling growl, just enough to have the people around him backing up a few paces and Ben deciding once again that he needed to be somewhere else. Rick knew he should feel bad for making his brother run off like that, but he couldn’t find it in him. The alpha wolf inside him was just too wound up.
Yes, he knew exactly who the kid was. Well, he knew who the kid was to him. He didn’t know the little details like his name, age, occupation, or family status… But he could smell mate on the kid from the moment he’d first met him. In a Tim Horton’s of all places. His mother would about die at the lack of romance.