All Chapters of Wolf Kisses: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Perhaps a little more aggressively than needed, Megan jabbed at the elevator button. Then stabbed it again for good measure, even though the light illuminating the down arrow showed her request already in progress.But she needed the cab to arrive faster.I need out of here.Now.I should have never come. How had she let herself get talked into it?Oh yeah, she remembered, Broderick with his husky purr and genial smile. She’d happened upon him by accident exiting from her attorney’s office, her vision flooded with tears because she’d stubbed her toe on the way out, anger making her clumsy. Why the ire? Because the courts saddled her with an idiot for a lawyer, one who wanted her to plead guilty. Even though I’m damn well innocent.Peeved, her toe throbbing, her eyes watering in the most annoying fashion, and then her colliding clumsily with a broad-shouldered man, when he’d asked, “What’s wrong, sweetie?” she’d replied.“Wrong? What isn’t wrong? That idiot is talking twenty-five to lif

“Surreal” didn’t come close to describing her evening repast with Gavin. Megan had heard of slick lawyers with their legal talk meant to make your eyes roll back in your head. Met with a disinterested one who made her actually want to murder someone. Given her current experience, she didn’t hold lawyers in very high regard, so she certainly never expected to lust after one.I’m a grown woman. And yet, much like a moon-struck teenager, she clung to Gavin’s every word, trembled inwardly every time they innocently touched. Even worse, she couldn’t help hoping he’d touch her more.It completely and utterly annoyed her, yet she couldn’t stem the reaction, but she could make sure things didn’t go any further.Once dinner was over, again he led her with a firm hand in the middle of her back. He held open the door for her and tucked her hand in his arm as he walked them to the parking lot. His courtly gestures didn’t do anything to help her attraction.Why can’t he act the uncouth jerk? It mad

Tired and feeling kind of grubby, Megan couldn’t wait to get home, strip, and take a long, hot shower. When the police showed up in the middle of the night—which truly was a cruelty given even the birds weren’t awake yet—and dragged her away, they’d not given her time to bathe or dress properly. Why bother when they had her exchange her pajamas at the station for a lovely orange jumpsuit? Apparently, they’d expected her to stay awhile.She’d thought herself a tad bit screwed, too, until Gavin arrived with some good news. It appeared as if her new lawyer might prove himself useful after all. He’d manage to spring her with the most simple of logic, the truth.It seemed someone wanted Megan’s butt in jail. Question was, why? Wasn’t it enough she stood accused of murder? Did they have to compound the insult by taking away her freedom to find justice?As she bounced from one foot to another—clad in some truly comfortable purple fleece-lined Crocs—she almost wished she’d ask to keep the oran

Once again, Gavin insisted on accompanying Megan to her apartment door. Talk about dancing with temptation.Bad enough dealing with him in the closeness of his car, especially after that devastating kiss, then having the scent of his cologne enveloping her as other building tenants forced him to invade her space. But she doubted her willpower if he entered her apartment, a place that would offer privacy and a bed. A bed that hadn’t seen any exercise since her move here.I need him to go. Quickly. Exiting the elevator, she took brisk steps to her apartment, only to slow as she approached the door to her place, a door not quite closed.Key in hand, she hesitated.“Move away from the door,” he ordered, but she didn’t jump to obey.“Maybe I didn’t close it properly when we left earlier,” she muttered, reaching out with trembling fingers to push at the portal. It swung open.Before she could truly comprehend what she glimpsed, Gavin had inserted himself between her and the open doorway, blo

How the fuck did a cat get in the room? was Gavin’s first thought when the caterwauling started. It took only another second to realize he was getting a call. His phone sang the old Purina cat commercial song, which involved a lot of meows, which drove his inner wolf mental.Bloody Broderick. The irritating feline had gotten his hands on Gavin’s cell somehow and put it as his ringtone. Gavin had yet to figure out how to change it.I’ve really got to try that brownie recipe I found on the Internet but replace the marijuana with catnip. The resulting blackmail video might atone for some of his pal’s pranks.Sliding out of bed, leaving the warm and cuddly body of his mate—after last night she’s mine, even if she doesn’t know it yet—he padded naked, but for the phone in his hand, to the bathroom and shut the door.“What do you want?” he answered, forgoing a hello.A tad grumpy? Damned right. He’d harbored other plans for waking up that didn’t involve speaking to his friend while a naked de