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Sweet Dirty Wolf Released!

  Dirty isĀ LIVE! Tonight, heā€™s twisting more than just his throttle. Natieā€¦ Back when I was a biker clubā€™s ā€œbaby girlā€, Iā€™d get attached to every cheating throttle jockey who gave me the time of day. Rinse and repeat. At thirty-seven, it seems I still havenā€™t learned. A handsome wolf in leathers like Dirty would…

Wild Beast Mate

He will bring his wild thing to his bedā€¦even if it kills him.

After Dewlynā€™s, third, heart-stopping attempt to escape their mating bed, Vice is more determined than ever to plant babies in his little daredevilā€™s luscious body. Even if it means feeding the heat between them until she hungers for him aloneā€”and her resistance is starved into submission. But sheā€™s hiding something. He can only hope she hasnā€™t joined the human rebellion.

When Vice bought her, Delwyn was beyond ready to be whatever he wanted. But then he dumped her back with her parents, putting their future on ice. Now she harbors ambitions well beyond just becoming a mate. Vice may peel away her clothes, even stoke her desire until sheā€™s blind to everything but him. But sheā€™ll never surrender the dark secret that keeps her breathing.

 

Sweet Dirty Wolf

Tonight, heā€™s twisting more than just his throttle.

Natieā€¦

Back when I was a biker clubā€™s ā€œbaby girlā€, Iā€™d get attached to every cheating throttle jockey who gave me the time of day. Rinse and repeat. At thirty-seven, it seems I still havenā€™t learned. A handsome wolf in leathers like Dirty would eat me alive, then walk into the bar the next night and treat me like yesterdayā€™s drink. Itā€™s not as if he can help it, and I canā€™t help but let him.

Dirtyā€¦

About a year ago, when my pack plowed through the local biker gang like a buzz saw, I lost a few brain cells in a massive hemorrhage. Now Iā€™ve got CRSā€”canā€™t remember shit. Natie? I never forget her name, nor the curves that make me sweat trying to remember the last time I got laid. When I finally get her alone in the bathroom, one lick of her heat makes my blood run cold. Sheā€™s not just mine as in for now, sheā€™s mine as in mate.

This is more than a case of potential morning-after awkward. If canā€™t remember who she is before I can imprint on her, itā€™ll not only break her heart, it could break me.

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