My Billionaire Werewolf Box Set

By Erica Storm

Raven is confident she has a job at Anderson Industries but makes one mistake. She parks in the owner’s parking space. When Kingsley Anderson asks her to move, she shoots him the finger. She soon realizes that the dark irresistible man who makes her body quake, is her boss, and the one she gave the finger. Raven promptly packs her things and leaves, not before carving her initials on the door of Kingsley’s two hundred thousand dollar Maserati.
Kingsley Anderson has a bit of a problem. He needs to find a human that will give birth to his pups before he’s overrun by another pack of Werewolves. Time is running out, and the moon is full. When he meets Raven in the garage of his building, he selects her to become his mate.
How will he convince Raven, a stubborn, a strong-minded human to sire his pups when she thinks there is no such thing as a Werewolf?

Part 2
Raven:
“I think Kingsley Anderson is a lunatic and has escaped from an asylum because he constantly refers to himself as a Werewolf, and that I’m pregnant. I’m willing to overlook all the freaky stuff he says and does because he’s tall, dark, and handsome, his love making is off the charts, and he’s a billionaire, but I draw the line with the talk of being pregnant.”
Kingsley:
“Raven is the only mate for me but I can’t convince her that I’m a Werewolf without showing her and then I run the risk of her rejecting me. I will have to persuade this stubborn, beautiful, black woman that her only choice is to be with me since she is the only fertile female in a den of wolves. She needs my protection.”

Part 3
Raven wants what any woman wants, her freedom, and to control her own destiny. But Kingsley Anderson has mapped out her life for her, and she’s not having it. This strong black woman is determined to show that impossible, alluring, handsome love of her life, that she is no man’s B even if he’s a gorgeous billionaire werewolf.
Kingsley wants to protect Raven from the eager desires of a young werewolf who has his sharp eyes on her, and he suspects that the werewolf wants to do battle to gain control of his pack and Raven. If the young wolf succeeds in taking Raven, Kingsley knows that he will not be as amused as he is by her stubborn, arrogant behavior, and smart mouth. Can Kingsley convince Raven before it’s too late that it’s a dangerous world outside without him to protect her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Sep 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311833068

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I write spicy erotica and erotic romance. I have over fifty short titles and box sets to arouse your senses. If you don't have the time to invest in a long novel, you can read my short stories on the go as you wait in the checkout lines. "When you read erotica you feel alive." Happy reading!

Book preview

I will not be bullied by you...you... pretend wolf! There are places for people who think they are wolves and vampires, I say to him breathless standing naked in front of him with one hand on my hip and the other pointing in his direction.

Kingsley doesn’t take me serious. Why should he? I’m no match for him. My threats are empty because I have just given and received scorching sex, sex that would make you surrender everything. 

He licks his lips, taking time for his tongue to make a full circle over the edges of his full mouth. His eyes are changing back to amber.

I play along with him for the moment. Are you telling me that you are a wolf and you can eat me like in Little Red Riding Hood?

I’m saying I will eat you, he says emphasizing will, but it won’t be anything like that childish fairytale. He sits up in bed and the corners of his mouth raise and I see a devilish smirk. There is a wicked gleam in his eyes and now he frightens and excites me at the same time.

Chapter 1: Raven

It’s hectic trying to get through this San Francisco traffic. I waited until the last minute to get to the job I’ve only had for a few days. I know I’m late and I have to park my ten year old Volkswagen. A present I gave myself to celebrate my first job of the summer. I have one more semester of college and I’m done.

I drive around and around this parking lot and I can’t find a space. Oh there’s one and it’s near the elevators, I murmur. I park, hop out and close my door, and then my booklets and papers fall and scatter. I need them for my presentation.

I’m frantic because it cost me a few dollars, that I don’t have, and time to get them printed and bound. I want to look professional for the big boss. He’s driving in from his home in Lake Tahoe. I bet he will have a time driving through San Francisco in this traffic. But guys like that have limos to drive them around. They don’t waste their time shuffling through traffic like us peasants. Imagine that, he’s coming in just to see me make a fool of myself.

I lied on my resume. I wrote that I had experience in marketing. Yeah right. I worked at the Starbucks in Seattle for a month, and I recommended their latest flavor of coffee on my blog. One unsuspecting customer got it for free after I spilled the coffee all over him. I said that if he didn’t tell the manager, I would give him one free. That was the extent of my marketing.

I even had the balls to put on my resume that I owned my company and I am great at sales. Yeah right. I sold my old Dell computer on EBay for a few bucks. I needed the money to pay for this suit to get this job. I only have to hold this job for two months and when they find out that I’m an incompetent fraud, then I will have enough money to pay my rent, and complete my final semester in college.

All I have to do is get in on time and my friend Ryley will help me. But I can’t even do that because of the damn traffic. I check for the jump drive. It has fallen out of my purse and I bend down and it’s near the back wheel. I twist my arm down and around and retrieve it. Thank god, I mumble. When I stand, there is a car parked behind me. It looks expensive because I can’t recognize the emblem, it’s black and is a convertible. 

When I gape at the car to give the driver the finger, and tell him to fuck off because it’s my space now, the asshole is blowing his horn and saying I’m in his parking space. He even has the nerves to put his window down, and I march up to him. I got here first, I say.

The most beautiful man driving an amazing car stares back at me and I say, Why are you in such a hurry? I scream at him. He doesn’t react. He stares back at me with his dark blue eyes. Don’t you have your own parking space? You look like you can afford it. Why are you harassing me over a little thing like a parking space? I don’t make the money you have with that expensive car. Can’t you see I’m late for work? I’m upset because I’m late but it’s not his fault.

I take a better look at him and I can see through that dark designer suit, a man with muscles of pure temptation. If I wasn’t working and wasn’t late I probably would flirt with him. Or invite him for breakfast and give him a piece of dark meat. I bet he has never had that before. I mean he probably never did a black woman.

I’m just fantasizing as I saunter away from him and head in the direction of the elevator.

But on second thought he’s so rude to park behind me. What could I give a handsome rude arrogant man like him? He probably has women falling all over him. I glance back at him and there’s no expression on his face. I can tell he’s not used to assertive woman. He’s one of those alpha males who think a woman is only good for one thing. I see it on his face. A woman is only to be seen and not heard and she should have babies every nine months or sooner if nature had made us like insects and he had his way.

I look back when I reach the elevator and his eyes appear amber. He’s staring at me. There is an animal lurking in there, I’m thinking and my panties are moist now. I bet he would carry a woman off, throw her on a bed, and just have his way with her doggy style, and who knows what he would do after that.

I find myself day dreaming and I realize that I’m beyond late for my presentation. Two days on the job and the big boss is probably sitting there waiting, ready to walk out, after he sees me make a fool of myself. Here I am in a parking garage thinking about wanting that man with the secretive eyes to throw me over a bed, and have his way with me. I must be out of my mind.

I get that way just before the first of the month. 

That look he just gave me, he doesn’t even smile, no one in their right mind would date a man like him even if he’s handsome, beautiful, and masculine and...I can’t think of another reason to say no to him. I would open up just to see him over me ready to plunge that...look at those hands on the steering wheel. I’m wondering if it’s true that a man with large hands and long fingers..." I’m interrupted by his voice.

There is a quiet emphasis and huskiness, an edge and strength to it when he says, Miss. And he’s pointing with those large fingers and I’m thinking if he put that thing in me I would never be the same. I wouldn’t need anything else to get me going and get me off. It’s my parking space you just hijacked.

Why didn’t you say that before? I yell at him. Maybe he did but I’m enthralled by his beauty and I can’t hear him. I snap back, I can’t do anything about it now, I stick my tongue out like I’m in high school. My booklets are under my arm. I rush into the elevator.

When I make it to the office, I hurry to my cubical and take a quick breath. Made it. I’m feeling great and I pull out the jump drive with my PowerPoint presentation and dash to the board room. Everyone is quietly circulating around talking, having their coffee and donuts, and waiting patiently for the show. I hear a snicker coming from some of