Imitating Fiction

Amaya Lone Romance

“That night,” he sounds as though he’s struggling to speak. His voice has taken on a deeper resonance, as though more than one person is speaking. “I thought maybe you recognized me.”

“I did,” I say, breathless. “But this is impossible. This can’t be real. Werewolves aren’t real,” I insist half-heartedly.

“If you don’t mind me stripping down completely, I can prove to you I do exist,” his grin is feral, dangerous, exciting.

I’m an i***t. I grin back. I should be terrified. If he is what he says he is, what my own eyes say he is, I should be running for the hills screaming.

And I’m grinning at him.

Not just that, I’m still picturing him naked.

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Looking for inspiration for her next book, Ryeka Haddish moves to a small town in Texas. She gets more than she bargained for when she learns that the sexy werewolves she's written about are real.
Jarek Barrett is the pack's Alpha, and right now is not a good time for him to find his mate as he's dealing with a traitor in their midst. It's especially bad timing when he figures out that Ryeka isn't any normal human, but a witch.

This is my first completed novel, and it's a bit rough, so please be kind.

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