Our medic will want to dig your shotgun pellet out of my shoulder."She grimaced. "Sorry about that."He smirked. "Not the roughest kind of foreplay I've had."That sexy grin scorched her from the inside out.Oh. My.

He was Wes Calhoun. Former packmaster of the Wild Eight, son of the nefarious Nolan Calhoun, and one of the deadliest wolves to walk these mountainsides. He apologized to no one.Except, apparently, her...

He was the villain in all this, and when all was said and done, she’d hate him for it. Of that, he was certain.

He wasn’t the type of cowboy she was supposed to want, but to pretend she didn’t was a lie.

You’re playing with fire,” he warned.

We didn’t even get to say goodbye.” “Usually women are angry because I said goodbye, not crying because I didn’t.

Your eyes seem to flash every time you stare at me. You look hungry when you look at me."A slight growl rumbled in his chest."That's a different kind of hunger, Naomi.

His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that was as brazen and unforgiving, as terrifying and tantalizing as the electricity between them. She fell into the destruction before her, into him and the carnal desire between them that she knew would tear her to pieces even as the pleasure put her back together again.

Well, for her hormones, apparently all it took was saving her life, an unexpected kiss, and hauling her off like some sort of wolf caveman, to turn her into an adventurous vixen.