lone Wolf's claim (paperback)

 Run, little faerie. Run. I have all kinds of plans for what I'll do when I catch you.

Brock Hume is a lone wolf, and right now he's hunting the most tempting prey he's ever encountered. He really can't help himself. Her scent reminds him of the heather blossoms of his homeland, and she has curves he can't wait to get his paws on. And she was running from him… A werewolf.  

Heather Knight has to be the worst faerie ever, but being that she grew up as a human, that really shouldn't be a surprise. She can't even tell when a man isn't actually a man at all. And she really should have known, for no mortal human was that hot. To protect her heart—and her true identity—she runs.  

In a strange twist of fate, Brock and Heather find themselves thrown into the dark world of the fae. To win the game, and rescue the girl, Brock will have to learn the truth about his mate, but her secrets could also tear them apart…  

The hunt was on. 

Brock lifted his face to the cool evening breeze and took a deep breath through his  nose. The faint, musky scent of Scottish heather blossoms lingered in the air and tickled  his senses.  

A strange thing to be smelling in the middle of downtown Seattle, he had to admit. His sapphire blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. He was getting close now.  Another few minutes and he'd be watching the seductive sway of Heather's full hips as  she sashayed down the city street.  

The thought made his mouth water and the blood pulse heavy within his veins.  Another waft of scented air hit him straight in the groin. In response, a feral growl  rumbled up from his chest, and he picked up his pace. Head and shoulders taller than any  of the human stragglers that were still out this late, he received more than a few sideways  looks as he plowed down the sidewalk. 

Inhaling deeply for more of the sweet scent, he moaned aloud. He could practically  taste her. Heather Knight: the human female with eyes the color of a fine cognac, warm  chestnut hair, and thick, womanly curves he couldn't wait to get his paws on.  

He'd met her only a few hours ago, after following her friend to an apartment  building. She'd opened her door dressed in nothing but yoga pants and a tank top, every  curve on full display, and he'd been wrapped up in knots over the woman ever since. And now she was running from him. Running from a werewolf.  

A predatory smile lit his eyes.  

Silly girl.