Sneak Peek At Maxie Briscoe, Werewolf

I am so excited for my January release, Maxie Briscoe, Werewolf, that I couldn't resist giving you a tiny sneak peek. I loved, loved writing this one, because it's all about a female werewolf, one who's not a four-legged wolf, but one who becomes a huge, hulking monster ala The Howling or Van Helsing. Bear in mind this is unedited so please forgive the mistakes, but I know you'll fall in love with her like I did. Enjoy!

Synopsis

The name's Maxie Briscoe and I am a werewolf. That's right, I'm a real live full moon loving Halloween icon. It's hard out here for girl like me. Besides the whole furry thing, I can bench press a car so the sex definitely has to be scaled back. You don't want to let go and accidentally kill your lover, it ruins the mood. So I muddle along as best I can until the night my neighbor is brutally murdered. Two hot as hell males wolves show up, claiming she was killed because someone thought she was me. Talk about getting your world rocked.

Sneak Peek
Maxie meets her two sexy wolves for the first time...

They materialize from the darkness, ancient hunters intent on their prey. Me. My breath hitches, the animal inside rippling beneath my skin. I’m nervous, but I refuse to let them see. This bitch rolls belly up for no one. I stride out onto my front porch, prepared to defend my territory. Dressed in loungewear, I am hardly the picture of a strong alpha female, but you go with what you got. I look them both dead on.

I fold my arms over my breasts. “What do you want?” I growl, my voice a low rumble.

“We’ve come for you, Little One.” His voice like muffled thunder, the taller of the two moves forward onto my lawn. Twisted steel with sex appeal about sums him up. His dark hair is pulled back in a tail, tee shirt molded to his cut frame. My nostrils flare, catching his scent, fresh like a mountain spring at first thaw.

Things down low quiver in anticipation, I want to coil myself around him like a python on a kapok tree, hugging every hard inch of flesh…I shove the urge down ruthlessly. It’s dangerous. Ulterior motives are written all over them and I just know one of them is to dominate me.

“It took us a long time to find you, Maxie.”

The whisky baritone draws my attention and I watch the other one emerge, lean and graceful, his muscles liquid precision. There was definitely hotness woven into the male half of the werewolf genetic code. His scent is warm and dark, like night in a jungle. My nipples bead with excitement as he lopes toward me, brushing past the larger wolf. He stops at the base of my stairs, conqueror etched in every line of his body. This was definitely the alpha of the pair.

I'll keep you posted as the release date draws closer. Have a great evening!

Melissa Bradley