Jenna knows romance -- she should; it's what she writes for a living. But why can't love ever be as simple and magical as the stories she creates? When her latest book sells for a huge advance, Klaus, her lover, becomes threatened by her success, and strands her on a ski slope during a vacation in the Canadian Rockies.
Hiking down, Jenna becomes lost in a blizzard, and wakes to find herself in a snowed-in cave, rescued from death by an enigmatic lone wolf. When the wolf transforms before her eyes into a naked, stunningly sexy man, Jenna finds herself in a romance hotter and more fantastic than any bestseller she's ever written!
But she can't possibly survive in Wolf's vast, untamed world, any more than he could join her in hers. Now Jenna is faced with a bitter dilemma: if she stays, she'll be putting his life at risk. If she leaves, it's his heart she'll be destroying...
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Praise for Wolf Bound
"I found Wolf Bound to be thoroughly enjoyable."
-- Tanya, Joyfully Reviewed
"A wonderfully romantic tale...a perfect example of why I cannot get enough of Sierra Dafoe's books!"
5 Lips! -- Tara Renee, TwoLips Reviews
is an enchanting paranormal romance that will touch your heart. Ms. Dafoe''s characters are captivating and the passion that ignites between them is sizzling."
5 Nymphs! -- Water Nymph, Literary Nymphs
is utterly amazing! This is one of the best paranormal erotic stories I''ve ever read."
5 Blue Ribbons! -- Amanda, Romance Junkies
reminds me of a paranormal Tarzan and Jane and I enjoyed the endless possibilities that the couple faced. When everything is stripped down to the bottom line, love really is all that matters... and that�s always a memorable way to wrap up a story."
4 Nymphs! -- Amethyst Nymph, Literary Nymphs
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A low crackling sound roused her, and she opened her eyes, suddenly aware of warmth and light. A small fire burned nearby, sending feeble gleams dancing over the cave walls. Surprised, Jenna lifted her head, looked down at the wolf, and froze.
The wolf was gone. Where he had lain, with her arms wrapped around him, was a man.
Jenna jerked away in shock, sending leaves scattering as she sprang to her feet. He didn't move. He lay on his side, facing away from her, apparently asleep -- and completely naked.
Slowly, she squatted next to him. Shaggy, silver-black hair hid his features, and Jenna stared at him. Where had he come from? How? When? Then another question occurred to her and she spun, scanning the cave. Except for the two of them, it was empty.
"Wolf?" Jenna scrambled to the entrance. The clouds had closed in, completely blocking the moon's light, and she could make out nothing in the blackness. "Wolf? Wolf!" She whirled back to the inexplicable man. If he'd driven Wolf out, wounded, maybe dying…
She shook his shoulder roughly. "Where's the wolf?" she demanded. "Hey! Where's the wolf?"
He rolled onto his back, and she realized he was shivering, his broad shoulders shaking with cold or illness. Something about the way he kept his arm clamped tight to his muscular side gave her the impression he'd been injured.
"Hey!" She shook him again, hard. His shaggy hair slid back from his face, and Jenna shrank back. One high, ivory cheekbone was scored with red, inflamed claw marks.
No. No, that's not possible. That's not…
Then he opened his eyes -- yellow eyes. Predator's eyes. Wolf's eyes.
His pale face clenched at her reaction. He rolled away, curling up onto his side, his broad shoulders hunched like an unhappy child's. Jenna turned, wanting to bolt from the cave -- but where could she go? She didn't even have her coat, for God's sake. It was still under the man…
Under the wolf.
The man shifted, rolling to his feet, and Jenna scrambled back, bracing herself against the wall of the cave. But he merely moved to the fire, crouched down by it, and added another chunk of wood to the flames.
As he studied the fire, she studied him -- the long, silver-black hair, the rippling torso, the broad shoulders with their hard planes of muscle… Everything about him was lean, corded, powerful. She found her gaze dwelling on the firm curves of his ass, and quickly averted her eyes.
He hunkered on his haunches easily, as if he'd never even seen a chair. His arm was still clenched against his side -- but when he shifted, reaching for her parka, she gasped at the sight of the gash that curved down his abdomen.
It wasn't possible. It wasn't…
Jenna moved slightly, and the man glanced over at her, pulling her coat closer around his shaking shoulders. His face was pale, angular, the well-molded jaw leading up to broad, prominent cheekbones. His lashes, so thick and black they looked almost kohled, curved against his ivory skin. Behind his thick, shaggy hair, his yellow eyes gleamed, feral and intent.
There was such force to his features, such a wildness…
"Wolf?" she whispered. His eyes burned into hers.
No, it wasn't possible. But there was no other explanation.