Novels by Elizabeth noris

Later, cuddled together in the sagging bed in the first roadside motel they found, Annie stretched and rested her head on his broad, warm chest. "I would never have pegged you as an architect, she said in a wondering voice. "That long hair ot yours." He gave her a guilty smile. "I thought it would ruin my bad-ass, biker dude image if I let on that I know how to iron a dress shirt. She laughed and reached for her glass, taking a lazy sip of champagne. "I thought you were going to ask me to be your biker babe, and ride off into the sunset with you on the back of your hog, although we are mate." He wrapped one of her curls around his finger and stroked it against his cheek. "You do not have any idea what I 've been passing through without you, all my thoughts was to make you mine completely when I finally found you. He kissed her hair and asked, "Would you have gone for it?" "I think you could convince me to do just about anything," she

Her heart skipped a beat, and started to gallop. Jacob stood there, his hair loose and windblown, his face.haggard and unshaven. A silver dollars gleamed in his outstretched hand. "You've got one more coin to play, Annie," he said quietly. She drank in the sight of his pale, weary, incredibly beautiful face. "I gave that dollar to you" she whispered. For luck." He shook his head. "I want more than that from you." Deep down her heart she knew what he meant, but still she said "What do you want? she forced out. His eyes burned into hers with piercing intensity for a moment, and then a brief, tired smile flashed on his face softening his harsh expression. "Everything," he admitted. She tried to laugh, but it came out like a sob. " You think big." "You better believe it," he said, reaching for her. She was losing herself in his eyes, and she couldn't fight it anymore. Her eyes filled with tears as his lips met hers wi

"For God's sake, all I asked for was a turkey club, a burger, a beer and coke. I didn't order a six course meal," Jacob barked to the lone star steakhouse hostess. "It's already been more than a half an hour!" The hostess's cherry-red mouth tightened. "It'll be right out, sir," "That's what you said the last four times," he grumbled, sinking back down onto the bench. He was as agitated as hell, his boot pounding a staccato rhythm on the floor. He covered his eyes with his hand, horrified at himself. He had never tried to intimidate a woman with his size and strength before. He had never needed to, but the resistance he sensed in Annie goaded him to keep pushing her, to break down her defenses. He couldn't seem to stop. It was like a bad dream. At this rate, his mate is giving him more hard time then he could imagined He would bring back her lunch and throw himself on her mercy. Apologize for being such a controlling asshole. He couldn't handle

And she could finally breathe. Theoretically. If she breathed too deep, the tears would start again. If she held her breath, she would pass out. She compromised with short, strangled little gasps and stared at the horrendous motel art-some sort of obscenely bright-colored mallard duck. She put her hands over her eyes to block it out, and tried to pull herself together. She had to grab onto the last, ragged, fluttering shred of her independent Will and run, far and fast. She couldn't let herself be taken Over, swept away, because he was her mate. For God's sake, the man had just fucked her practically senseless, and she still wanted him. She doubled over with a strangled laugh and pressed her face against her knees. After three short days with Jacob, the whole werewolf story, which had seemed so apocalyptic, was blotted practically out of her mind. The memory now had a tinny sense of distance, like a scary but more or less insignificant movie she

As soon as the door lock flashed green, he propelled into the room and slammed the door shut. He flung his jack on the floorand shoved her against the wall, "Those jeans drive me crazy," he growled, sliding his hands him hungrily all over her hips. "They're too small," she said shakıly. "They shrank in the wash." "They're perfect," he insisted. He wrenched open the buttons of her jeans and fell to his knees, dragging them down around her ankles.She clutched his shoulders for balance, staring down at his dark head, his thick hair straggling wildly out of its elastic band. He pressed his face against her mound, breathing in her fragrance with deep, hungry breaths, and put his hand between her legs, forcing them apart. He leaned forward and thrust his tongue into her cleft, Swirling it tenderly around and around the flushed delicate bud of her clitoris, sucking on it with slow, devastating skill until her knees sagged and she started

Annie scurried down the path, so agitated that her leg trembled and her mind spun in helpless., trapped little circles. She couldnt wait to get on the road and have some privacy. She needed distance from Jacob's intense, brooding presence so she could calm down, get the events of the last two days sorted out in her mind, She packed her stutt at triple speed at the campsite, and regarded the soggy tent with dismay. "If I pack it now, it'llmildew," she told him. "It has to dry. Go on ahead if you wanted breakfast," Jacob snorted in disgust and began dismantling her tent himself. He flung pegs and rods bundled the sodden fabric carelessly into one of the plastic sacks he had brought the night before. "You won't be using this again," he informed her.Her jaw dropped. "What the hell are you doing? That's my tent!" "You want a tent, fine," he said coldly. "We'll stop at thefirst mall we see and I'll buy you a decent one.