Desiring Red

By Kristin Miller

In part one of the new Dark and Dirty Tale serial by New York Times and USA best-selling author Kristin Miller, you’ll meet Red, a wolf shifter with too many choices.

I’m indecisive when it comes to my shoes. Choosing a werewolf mate who’ll be with me until I croak? Pardon me while I take some time to think on it. But a steamy encounter before the final ceremony changes everything.

Reaper, the Omega’s eldest grandson, is fiercely loyal, scorching hot, and built for pleasure. He brings down my defenses, and before I know what’s happening, I succumb to the heat in his touch and the skill of his mouth. I’ve only just met him, but I need him like no other.

As part of my pack duties, I must parade in front of the Alpha, who has first choice of the pre-shifters. Rumors of his dark desires run deep, and I’ve always been intrigued. But the forbidden passion blazing between Reaper and me is too primal to deny. By pack law, Reaper can’t have me until the Alpha makes his choice…but Reaper’s never been one to follow the rules.

Get ready for scorching hot Alphas, a spitfire heroine, and a breathless cliffhanger ending!

The Dark and Dirty tale series is best enjoyed in order.
Reading Order:
Book #1 Desiring Red
Book #2 Dominating Red
Book #3 Dangerously Red - Coming in July!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: May 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781633756366

Kristin Miller

Kristin Miller is the author of the Vampires of Crimson Bay series, a paranormal series featuring a blood war between vampires and shape-shifters, from Avon Impulse. She lives in Northern California with her family.

Book preview

Two devastatingly handsome men. One very difficult choice.

I’m indecisive when it comes to my shoes. Choosing a werewolf mate who’ll be with me until I croak? Pardon me while I take some time to think on it. But a steamy encounter before the final ceremony changes everything.

Reaper, the Omega’s eldest grandson, is fiercely loyal, scorching hot, and built for pleasure. He brings down my defenses, and before I know what’s happening, I succumb to the heat in his touch and the skill of his mouth. I’ve only just met him, but I need him like no other.

As part of my pack duties, I must parade in front of the Alpha, who has first choice of the pre-shifters. Rumors of his dark desires run deep, and I’ve always been intrigued. But the forbidden passion blazing between Reaper and me is too primal to deny. By pack law, Reaper can’t have me until the Alpha makes his choice…but Reaper’s never been one to follow the rules.

Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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Beauty and the Werewolf

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2016 by Kristin Miller. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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ISBN 978-1-63375-636-6

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition May 2016

To Justin, for sparking inspiration in all its forms.

Chapter One

Ivy

Arcana Wolf Pack

Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest

For my eternal mate, I choose Ryan Gosling. Strip him, bathe him, and bring him to my bed. My voice echoes through the stillness of the women’s restroom as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My ice-blue eyes are darker than normal, probably from the strain of a horrible night’s sleep. Ugh, I wish it were that simple.

As far as I was concerned, Ryan Gosling was the epitome of the perfect guy: gorgeous, smart, silently confident, and filthy freaking rich. And every time I looked at one of his Hey Girl memes floating around social media, my ovaries moaned. But there was one minor hiccup, keeping me from eternally linking my name to his: he didn’t know I existed.

Talk about a buzzkill.

With Ryan Gosling out of the lineup and Brad Pitt officially married and off the market, that only left my ex, the Loser Who Shall Not Be Named, and the Starbucks barista who wouldn’t quit spelling Ivy with two Es at the end, no matter how many times I corrected him.

I splash water on my cheeks, rub my fingers beneath my eyes, and try not to think about the ticking clock hanging over my head.

Six hours is not long enough to choose a mate. Especially since I don’t have a single victim in mind.

The Omega—often lovingly called Grandmother as she was the oldest werewolf in the pack—would happily arrange a marriage to another packmate if I couldn’t decide for myself, but there was no way in hell that was happening. Arranged marriages may work for some, but not for me. I want it all. The fairy tale. Prince Charming by day, sex god by night. And I want to choose him, not the other way around, and certainly not by a werewolf grandmother I’d never met before.

As two pre-shifter blondes push into the restroom wearing their ceremonial hooded robes—in vibrant shades of violet and evergreen—I excuse myself and exit quickly. They whisper something about my inability to find a mate, but I don’t stay long enough to hear the rest.

Of the twenty women about to declare their loyalty to the pack, I’m the only one without a single prospect.

Who’s got two thumbs and is destined for A-1 Spinster status?

This girl.

Nerves rattle through me as I shuffle into the main hall, scan the