Tempted By Two Wolves (Werewolf MFM Menage Romance)

By Emma Taylor

Christina was a small town nurse out having a girls' night with her best friend. Little did she know she would come across a tall and darkly handsome man who intrigued her, made her laugh, and made her want him. When Tarik was suddenly called away after giving Christina a kiss she'd never forget, Christina was shocked by something she simply could not accept. That is until Roland came to find her. 

Roland's task was to bring Christina to Tarik, but a spark was had between the two that couldn't be denied. Once alone with Tarik and Roland something happened that Christina never would have foreseen between the three of them, and she learned that what she feared was true; they were werewolves. 

Christina returned home trying to come to terms with everything that had taken place, but then the unexpected happened when members of an enemy werewolf pack knocked on Christina's door. Could she accept Tarik and Roland? And most importantly, was she in danger from the members of the enemy pack?s only!

*** Standalone short story, no cliffhangers. ***

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Taylor
• Release date: Nov 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386795193

Emma Taylor

Emma Taylor is an avid reader and vivid writer who enjoys writing romance novellas, particularly in fantasy and paranormal subgenres. She wrote her first story at the age of 14 and has written continuously ever since, mostly for fun. She is now happily married to a wonderful man and has two great kids.

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Tempted by Two Wolves

Chapter 1

He was tall, really tall and broad shouldered. I could only imagine the amount of muscle under his loose sweatshirt and jeans. He was the kind to wear flip-flops and a backwards-facing baseball cap and still look completely powerful. Perhaps it was his imposing size...maybe he was in the army. Here at the bar for a last drink before the rigors of training camp started up.

See something you like over there? Jess piped up next to me, her eager blue eyes searching for something of her own to feast on. Oh there’s a whole gang of them back by the pool tables, let’s go mingle. Jess hopped down from the barstool and I glanced back in the direction her stare was glued to.

They are a little...overwhelming don’t you think? I said.

Jess snorted at my comment dismissively. "It would be a good thing for us if we could snag us a couple of guys like that. Their type just has to be the overprotective, intense, delicious kind."

I looked at Jess and simply sighed. That means they can be the abusive, jealous kind too. No thank you.

Jess pouted, her full lips too naturally red for her own good. Her bombshell features and porcelain attributes attracted all kinds of attention if she chose to flaunt it. Compared to my ‘mysterious beauty,’ a term Jess creatively came up with to refer to my looks once, she was much more comfortable flaunting what she knew she had.

I wasn’t ugly, I was a woman after all and I had curves, a butt I had to constantly keep in check with a jog every so often. My Italian roots gave me my well-endowed chest, which was usually what attracted guys. It was also what they spoke to instead of my face if they weren’t careful, and my face wasn’t bad, either. Hazel eyes framed by thankfully thick lashes, high cheekbones from my father’s Native American roots, and full lips completed the package. That and my seemingly naturally layered thick black hair made up what Jess called my mysterious beauty.

Well that just means I’ll have to test the waters to find out, said Jess. Don’t worry, I’ll let the guy you were staring at know you’re interested.

Before I could grab her Jess sauntered away to the pool table and the forest of giants. I groaned to myself while rubbing my temple in irritation. I should go save her before she got into trouble. You know what, I did warn her, so maybe I should have just let her do what she wanted...but what if Jess attracted someone like her ex-boyfriend or worse?

I glanced behind me again to the back corner and I saw Jess had all the guys’ attention. She was talking to my army guy...I mean the army guy, who had rejoined the pack back there. Please don’t point, please don’t point, please don’t point. As if Jess heard my thoughts and chose to act against my wishes (as per usual), she turned towards me and pointed, smiling at me as if she had just set me up with my future husband.

Mortified I quickly turn around. What was this, grade school? Since when did I send my friend to tell some guy I thought he was cute? Jess had gone too far. I took a deep breath to calm down and picked up my Old Fashioned, nearly gulping it down.