He was a wolf without a pack, a stray living on the street.
She was the pack princess, pampered and perfect. Half a century ago, their love was torn apart by a controlling alpha and a sadistic enforcer.
Unable to live without her wolf, Ember meets with North. He's angry, determined to find out answers she doesn't want him to hear. She has a secret she knows will destroy his love forever.
If the enforcer doesn't kill them first.
Praise for Big City Wolf
"...Cynthia Sax departs from her usual humorous tales and gives the readers a bittersweet story of love lost and found again. Keep the tissues handy as you read this book."
-- 5 Stars from Candy, Sensual Reads
"Hot, romantic and sensual, Big City Wolf is a short story with big emotions. A very enjoyable read."
-- 4 Stars from Donna, You Gotta Read Reviews
"I recommend this to anyone who loves shifters and just loves a good romance. This was another great read from Cynthia Sax."
-- 4 Lightning Bolts from Crystal, Storm Goddess Book Reviews
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Big City Wolf
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Copyright ©2012 Cynthia Sax
God. Ember stared out of the limousine's tinted windows, not seeing the houses and shops lining the streets. Let me get through this.
"You're looking a little pale, Em." Hailey peered at her, her brow wrinkled with concern. "Are you feeling okay? You could skip this party. Perla and Frey would understand."
But North wouldn't. Ember flexed her fingers. He knows I'm on the guest list. "I'll be fine." I can't delay fate forever.
"I want to skip this." Oro, Ember's dragon-shifter boss and Hailey's mate, huffed, smoke curling around his nostrils.
"A dragon tea party." He rolled his golden eyes. "Why didn't Frey nix this when he had the chance?"
"It was his idea." Hailey gazed up at her mate, her face softening. "And you're not skipping this." She patted his thigh. "It'll be fun."
It'll be hell. Ember chewed on her bottom lip, her anxiety rising as the car slowed. Father's dead. He can't hurt North. And I can survive anything. I've proven that.
As though sensing her unrest, Killer, her tiny Chihuahua, poked his head out of his tote and licked Ember's fingers. She smiled, touching his nose with hers. "You're all the pack I have now, Killer. I'm counting on you."
The door swung open and a wave of potent, virile male scent hit her. Ember sucked in her breath, her nipples tightening and her body pulsing with desire, her wolf aroused for the first time in fifty-three years.
North, her mate and the love of her life, stood before her. She swung her stiletto-clad feet to the street, clasping Killer's tote protectively in her hand, and looked up and up and up.
Her gaze lingered on the revealing ridge in his dress pants before lifting over muscles barely contained by a black T-shirt to finally settle on the face she'd seen every night in her dreams. His chin was strong and defined, his nose flattened as though broken too many times to repair, and a scar sliced his right eyebrow rakishly into two, drawing attention to his smoldering, dark chocolate eyes.
"Miss," he rumbled, feigning detachment. He extended his big paw of a hand, and Ember's fingers trembled as she reached for him. They touched, his palm warm and rough, and a shimmer of awareness, of rightness, rushed through her.
"North." She swallowed, her mouth dry. Hailey scooted to her emptied seat, and Ember stepped to the side, reluctantly releasing his hand.
"You know each other." Hailey beamed at them as North helped her exit the limousine. "That's great because --"
"Hailey!" A black-haired woman launched into the air and clasped Ember's friend. The two women hugged as though they hadn't seen each other for years, their dragon mates looking on bemused.
Ember glanced up at North. He watched her, his expression guarded and unreadable. Once he allowed me to see his feelings. She took a deep breath, counted to five, and released it. "Why didn't you come after me?" She asked the question that had haunted her for years.
"Come after you, miss?" North's cool voice shredded her carefully manufactured composure, his indifference hurting her more than any silver chain ever could.
Except he isn't completely indifferent. "You can act like you don't know me all you want, but your body doesn't lie." Ember gazed pointedly at his groin.
Rage contorted his handsome face, raw and intense, and she stepped back, fear coursing through her. Then as suddenly as his anger had appeared, it was hidden from her, his expression clearing.
"You're a hot chick. I'm horny." He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Maybe after this damn tea party is done, we'll fuck."
Ember winced at his crassness. In the past, he would have never talked to her like that.
In the past. She lifted her chin. When I was beautiful. But I'm not beautiful any longer, and I want him one last time. I'll take his anger over his pity.
The dragon shifters moved toward the door to the Lair, the Bronx dragon's club, and Hailey beckoned to her. Ember shook her head, unable to sit quietly at the same table as North and pretend nothing was wrong. "Why wait until after the party?" She met North's gaze squarely, challenging him as only a mate of an alpha could. "Unless you have to work?"
"Bruiser, you're in charge," North barked, and a man's head snapped up.
No, not a man. A wolf. They were surrounded by wolves. Strange. North must have built himself another pack. It is for the best. No reminders. Ember hugged the tote containing her little dog closer, feeling agonizingly alone.
"Come with me." North took her arm, pulling her into the empty club. "Unless you've changed your mind." His lips twisted. "Again."
"I never change my mind." Her stilettos clicked on the tile floor. Laughter echoed through the space, originating from a spot too far away for her to embrace.
North snorted. "You said you'd love me forever." He held a door open.
She brushed against him as she passed, needing to touch him, and he jerked away, proving he wasn't immune to her. "I never changed my mind."