Big Bad Wolf

By Madelaine Montague

Stella wasn't looking for love. She went to her Granny's cabin in the wood to find herself.

Sheriff Jean-Pierre Thibidoux had other ideas.

Published: TBA December 19
Length: SHORT STORY
Word Count: TBA
Genre: Paranormal/Werewolf Romance
Rating: Erotica. Graphic violence and sexual encounters

• Language: English
• Publisher: New Concepts Publishing
• Release date: Dec 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781603949668

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Big Bad Wolf

By

Madelaine Montague

( c ) copyright by Madelaine Montague, 2016

Cover Art by Alex DeShanks, 2016

Smashwords Edition

New Concepts Publishing

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

Chapter One

There was a tall drink of water propped against a support column near Stella’s car as she left the small shop that adjoined the full service gas station where she’d refilled the tank of her SUV.

She checked at the sight of him—not because he was a stranger but because he made everything inside of her go haywire—totally blew her mind. She didn’t think one thought crossed it for a full minute. Her heart leapt painfully as if she’d just been hit in that vulnerable spot.

He was big—all over, she hoped! Big boned, brawny, and yet had a trim waist, hips—long, long, lean legs.

His arms were crossed over his chest, emphasizing bulging chest and arm muscles.

His face—what she could see of it beneath the ball cap he was wearing—was all manly plains and angles, reminding her of ‘the Marlboro man’, beauty in male form not ‘pretty boy’ pretty.

There was a hint of five o’clock shadow along his hard jaw line and chin and it was barely ten o’clock in the morning.

Ignoring the urge to fan herself—hoping he hadn’t noticed she’d braked like she’d hit a wall the moment she set eyes on him, Stella shifted her burdens—her shoulder bag and the huge basket of goodies she’d just bought—and tried to act nonchalant as she headed toward her car.

You new around here? Or just passing through?

Oh my god! She thought she orgasmed as the deep voice—thick with southern drawl and sweet as molasses—rumbled from his chest. Resisting the urge to clamp her thighs tightly together when she felt warmth invade that area, she glanced around to be certain he wasn’t talking to anyone else before she met his gaze.

There was amusement gleaming in his narrowed eyes and a faint smile on his hard mouth when she glanced at him again. I beg your pardon? she asked as casually as she could as she marched briskly to the back of her vehicle, opened the back of her SUV, and looked around for a spot big enough to stick her basket in.

Looks like you’re movin’ in, he drawled from just behind her, almost making her knees buckle.

Stella whipped a sharp look at him, glared, and slammed the hatch door. You are a nosey one, aren’t you, she snapped, unnerved in some unfathomable way by his proximity and his intense scrutiny.

Briefly, he looked taken aback. Not surprisingly, she saw a flicker of anger follow, but what did surprise her was that it was a mere flash of temper and the amusement returned. Although this time she got the impression that it was from some