Werewolf at Night

By Leslie Hunter

Genre: Werewolf Shifter Romance / Strong Women Character

Sandra doesn't believe in werewolves, shifters or anything paranormal - even though she writes about them. 

The changes when a fit and fine muscled male shows up to her door bleeding from bullet wounds - wounds that heal too fast for anything human. 

Is it safe to have him inside (even if he's tied to her bed) or are their worse creatures out in the dark waiting to kill them both? 

This 7,500+ word lycan paranormal story contains detailed descriptions of rain soaked sex, including oral with an alpha male werewolf shifter. It is intended for the enjoyment of adult readers only (especially those who love werewolf shifter stories with some romance).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leslie Hunter
• Release date: Jul 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516395477

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WEREWOLF AT NIGHT

by Leslie Hunter

WEREWOLF AT NIGHT

Leslie Hunter

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All Rights Reserved ©2015 Leslie Hunter. First Printing: 2015.

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Author’s Note: All characters in this story are 19 years of age and older.

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WEREWOLF AT NIGHT

I drove along the winding country road toward what would be my cabin home for the next week. The green foliage overhead already had yellow and red leaves peppered throughout. Soon the tourists from the city would arrive, just in time for me to leave.

The road was littered - some would say decorated – with discarded red leaves on top of the grey asphalt. On both sides were heavy thick green forest.

I was definitely away from civilization. If I needed another reminder, my map application gave out miles back. The lack of bars on my phone was enough to finish the argument.

Maybe that’s good. No fans tracking you down, Sandra. I nodded to myself in agreement.

The brown wooden sign, the old guy, back at the gas station, mentioned, was ahead. I went right and after several miles of seeing nothing but forest I found the red log cabin.

You just had to get me the quintessential cabin in the woods didn’t you Trevor?

I pulled into the gravel driveway and rubbed my head.

I need to speak to you when I get back.

He was a decent enough assistant but reminded me of a puppy - always trying to please. Most assistants grow out of it - most. I made the mistake of hiring a fan of my horror novels. Besides the star struck googly eyes that comes with celebrity, I had a fan boy.

Still, I said I wanted isolation.

I parked and walked up the wood steps, hoping it was my cabin. Last thing I wanted was to get lost in the woods.

I peered through the side windows near the door. They were that soft frosted type of window and I could only see the barest of shapes.