The Werewolf Cowboy
There’s a new threat in town… and she’s sexier and more dangerous than this sheriff can handle.
Small town sheriff, Allan VonBrandt, would like nothing more than to focus only on his work and not on the leggy and irresistible brunette who won’t take no for an answer. But when fate steps in and his inner wolf won’t refuse the magick pull she has on him, Allan must confront his animalistic desires–whether he wants to or not.
Reyna DuBois has never met a man–or wolf–she can’t tame, but Allan just might be the stubborn exception to the rule. Refusing to give up, Reyna enlists the help of her inner wolf to seduce the ever-reluctant sheriff, promising this particular cowboy the ride of his life.
Krystal Shannan, also known as Emma Roman, lives in a sprawling ranch style home with her husband, daughter, and a pack of rescue Basset Hounds. She is an advocate for the American Society of Autism and shares the experiences and adventures she’s been through with her daughter whenever she can.
Needless to say, life is never boring when you have an elementary-aged special needs child and half a dozen 4-legged friends roaming the house. They keep her and her husband busy, smiling, and laughing.
Krystal writes magick and Emma doesn’t. If you are looking for leisurely-paced sweet romance, her books are probably not for you. However, for those looking for a story filled with adventure, passion, and just enough humor to make you laugh out loud. Welcome home!
Author of hot historical romance with paranormal elements and co-author of the Moonbound series--a spinoff of the VonBrandt Werewolves from Somewhere, TX.
Loves Florentines and lightbulbs. Writes about cowboys who cook and demons who captain airships and werewolves who save the world. Once met Queen Elizabeth. Can swallow a sword. Eats jalepenos by the handful. Former chef, turned writer. Currently living in Canada. Owns a falcon. Not all parts of this bio are equally true.
Grabbing the lapels of his shirt, she attacked his mouth without hesitation. Her body burned with need. He was her mate. She was more sure of it than anything else in her life. He just didn’t agree with her—correction—he was trying to pretend it wasn’t true. Denial, again. This man had some issues to work through. First and foremost, he needed to embrace being a wolf.
Allan returned the kiss for a millisecond before pushing her away, but that small taste hadn’t been enough. No way in hell was she giving up now. She tightened her grip on his shirt and wrapped a leg around his thigh, rubbing her hip directly across a very hard bulge in his pants. Now we’re talking.
“No. We can’t do this.”
Fuck. She pouted as he untangled her body from his and pushed her away. Can’t. Sman’t. By the end of the day, she’d have those delicious lips of his on her again. And next time, there would be no pushing away.
“Look,” she said. “I’ll talk to the bar owner. I’m sure he’ll be fine if we make it right. We can replace the light.”
“How are you going to explain that you threw a man over the mechanical bull with your spaghetti arms?”
“I wasn’t going to go into detail. I was just going to apologize and give him a check. Money talks, cowboy.” She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, forcing them just a little higher in the corseted top she was wearing. Boobs do too and they’ve yet to fail me.
His nostrils flared slightly, and she smiled. He might be in denial about her being his mate, but he could only hold out for so long. What a wolf wanted, a wolf always got in the end.
“I don’t want you anywhere near Joe. If he forces my hand, I’ll have to arrest you. He’s pissed.” He put the half empty beer bottle on the counter behind her and huffed away. “Just leave it be. I’ll take care of it.”
Reyna grabbed the Shiner and downed what was left in a few swallows. Something a little harder would’ve been nice, but it would do for now.
The back door slammed shut behind Allan. She needed to move fast.