Janie Merlot's stuck in the middle of nowhere. And not alone. Wolves are skulking nearby. A mysterious light is her only hope for help. She trudges into the woods and finds an empty cabin. Shelter and safety, until the wolves gain entry.
Janie's terror turns to curiosity when the wolves prove friendly. They even have nametags -- Dall and Cavan. She crawls into the cabin's bed, needing rest. When she wakens, two men are with her, wearing the wolves' nametags. They take Janie through an erotic journey unlike any she's ever known, and one she'll never forget.
Praise for Her Feral Mates
"The genuine reactions of the characters created by Ruth D. Kerce bring each of them to life with realism, as this talented author fills her stories with heated passionate moments where sincere emotions come into play... Snowbound: Her Feral Mates captivates with its fascinating supernatural storyline and the potently depicted sensuality."
4 Stars! -- Amelia Richard, eCataRomance Sensual
"Explicit and satisfying, Her Feral Mates
is a good, hot way to spend an hour...especially in the cool weather, when you might be in the mood for some warming up!"
-- Dandelion, Whipped Cream Reviews
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Snowbound: Her Feral Mates
Ruth D. Kerce
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Copyright ©2008 Ruth D. Kerce
"Damn rental!" Janie Merlot smacked the steering wheel. She and her business partner had flown in for a special photo opportunity. They planned to feature Minnesota's National Parks in their wilderness magazine.
Now the rented SUV was dead as a corpse, stuck tire-deep in the snow in the middle of nowhere. That's what she got for insisting on coming to the park alone to snap some sunset photos. She grabbed her cell to call a tow truck. "What the -- shit!" Her cell was dead too. This could not be happening.
As more snow fell, a chill shook her and she pulled her parka tightly around herself. "Stay calm." She took a deep breath, trying hard not to panic. At least she wasn't out in the elements.
Despite the weather and her predicament, the park looked beautiful with the bright stars and the light from the full moon shining down on the unmarred snow. She was just off the road, so some vehicle had to drive by, eventually.
An eerie feeling passed through her, like someone was already out here… watching. Uneasy, she took more note of the sounds around her than she normally would. The crackling of ice breaking and falling from tree branches, the howl of a wolf in the distance, the call of an owl -- all kept her alert. She grabbed one of her cameras from the back and put it on the seat next to her just in case a photo opportunity cropped up. Anything to keep her mind from dwelling on being stuck. Still, it had been a long day and she was worn out. Her head dipped toward her chest.
A strange sound popped her eyes fully open and her head snapped up. What was that? Suddenly, something large and hairy leapt onto the hood. She gasped, pushing back against the seat. A dog. No. A wolf. A white wolf! An arctic wolf this far south? She'd heard rumors of sightings, but had never quite believed them.
The animal hung his head and looked through the windshield at her. Its deep blue eyes struck her. Impossible. Grown wolves didn't have blue eyes, only puppies. Must be a reflection due to the position of the moon… or… something. He didn't look albino. Her fear slowly ebbed, turning to curiosity.
She reached out, and the wolf sniffed at the glass, as if trying to smell her hand. Another thud drew her attention. A second white wolf! This one's eyes also looked blue, but much lighter. Both animals were gorgeous. Huge and powerful-looking. Magnificent creatures, for certain.
Unable to resist, she raised her camera and clicked a picture, hoping it would come out. She'd taken quite a few night shots over the years, but taking them through glass caused major complications as far as the quality was concerned. As soon as she clicked the button, the wolves jumped from the hood and took off.