Werewolf Cove (Escape! 6)
A Paranormal Women's Fiction Hot Flash
Author: Marteeka Karland
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 02018-00633
Genres: Paranormal, Romance
Themes: 2nd Chance Romance, Big Beautiful Women, Medical Romance, Werewolves & Wolf Shifters
Series: Escape! (#6)
Book Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 17
ER nurse Isabella loves Connor, but she refuses to be just the girlfriend anymore. She need more from Dr. McHottie, but he’s afraid to commit. Will a little fun in the sun bring her sexy werewolf to heel?
Praise for Werewolf Cove (Escape!)
"A story of true love that is everlasting. Connor and Isabella must find that balance between lust and love. Ms. Karland has written a short but hot and sizzling story."
"Well written and fast paced, Werewolf Cove is a story you will fall in love with!"
"Quick and spicy, Werewolf Cove is a delightful and sensual read."
"...this is meant to be a fun quick read and it delivers."
-- 5 Stars from AnotherDayInParadise, Amazon Review
"...a short and quick read that is fun, entertaining and spicy. It develops nicely for the length. The characters are very likable."
-- 4 Stars from Mary S., Kobo Review
"This was a fun and hot read that rolls out like a second chance romance for Isabella and Connor. These two are keeping secrets from each other and it's keeping the apart. She wants to be his wife, not his girlfriend, and her planned vacay alone spurs him to action. Expect to fan yourself and smile when you read this romantic and spicy story."
-- 5 Stars from LBing, Barnes & Noble Review
"A fast and sizzling hot read, this would be a great pick me up when you don’t have a lot of time to commit to a longer story."
-- Fern, Long and Short Reviews
Werewolf Cove (Escape!)
Marteeka Karland
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Copyright ©2024 Marteeka Karland
Isabella’s groan echoed through her apartment.
Her empty apartment.
“You son-of-a-bitch.”
Nothing remained. The one room, one bath apartment was as bare as the day she’d rented it two weeks before. Even the cat was gone.
Oh, the cat was safe enough. She knew where he was. They might not be on speaking terms at the moment, but Dr. McHottie would never let anything bad happen to Oscar.
She’d moved out of her ex’s home and into this tiny apartment because after three years, she was still the girlfriend. He hadn’t liked her leaving, and she’d just bet he was the one responsible for this.
If she had a chair, she’d have collapsed. After a twelve-hour shift in the ER, all she wanted to do was rest a few minutes before leaving for the airport. The end of this shift marked the beginning of her two-week vacation. She’d been looking forward to the exclusive resort on Maui she’d saved an entire year to be able to pay for on her own. It would have been her three-year anniversary present to her now-ex-boyfriend, but she’d decided to go by herself. She needed the vacation.
She should probably stay and deal with all this, but if she did, she’d lose her deposit. Thank God she’d already put her suitcase in her car.
This was the perfect end to a perfect day. Her little mishap with her ex, Dr. Connor Anderson, hadn’t helped.
She shivered. That little mishap would have curled her toes if she hadn’t had an eighteen-gauge needle stuck through her thumb. OK, so it had still curled her toes. Connor was fifteen years her senior, and she’d always had the feeling he was hiding something dark and forbidding, but he was easily the sexiest man she’d ever seen. She’d jammed that stupid needle into her thumb because she’d been watching his ass instead of the flush she was drawing.
She’d stood there a few seconds, unable to believe what she’d done. Then her vision started going black around the edges, she got lightheaded, and her knees gave way. She would have fallen to the floor if Connor hadn’t caught her.
She hadn’t known what to say. She’d wanted to cry. She’d wanted to tell her sexy-ass ex she was far too heavy for him to be holding her in his arms like she weighed nothing. But mostly she just wanted him to put her down. The pain from the needle wasn’t nearly as bad as the pain in her heart. Still, she’d be damned if she’d shed a single tear over him. She was good enough to be his girlfriend, but he didn’t want her for a wife, and she deserved better.
But something had happened later in her shift that made her think maybe he was hurting as much as she was.
The paramedics who brought their patients to the ER usually hit on her. She’d always turned them down, and it had grown into a game. This time, when Jose made one of his usual comments, Connor growled -- literally. His six and a half foot frame, all solid, bulky muscle, was enough to make the shorter man back up a couple of steps, but not enough to make him keep his mouth shut. “You better quit that growling, Doc. People are gonna think you’re a dog.”
The paramedic chuckled, but Connor hadn’t seemed to recognize the attempt at humor. Instead, he replied in a low, deadly voice, “That’s exactly what I am, ambulance driver. And my bite is definitely worse than my bark.”
It wasn’t the exchange that was memorable, though calling a medic an ambulance driver was amusing. What settled in her belly and made her cunt throb in anticipation was the territorial way he had defended her. It was like he was staking his claim, letting every other male in the vicinity know she belonged to him. Isabella had no doubt this was a man who’d be the aggressive lover she craved. This was totally different from the man who’d said he was afraid to be too aggressive in bed because he didn’t want to hurt her.
She wasn’t really into anything extreme. She just wanted a lover to sweep her off her feet and fuck her until they were both sated and sleepy. Unless she missed her guess, the man growling in her defense wanted to do exactly that.
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