Snow’s Seduction

By Kristin Miller

Hair black as a raven's coat, skin as white as snow, lips as read as, blabitty-blah, blah, blah. If one more person calls me sweet and innocent, I'm losing my head.

I've got more pressing matters to think about. Like the fact that our wolf pack is in serious debt. If I can't find a way to secure financing for our estate, we'll lose our shifting sanctuary. My stepmother—wonderfully wicked as she is—has come up with a plan: seduce a rich jeweler who's visiting for the weekend. And then, when he agrees to bond with me and make me his forever, we'll be saved. Not such a bad deal, considering he's crazy hot, and I've had a crush on him forever.

One problem: I'm not a temptress, not by a long shot. It's a good thing my childhood best friend, Hunter, has come back into the area. He's always been a playboy and knows how to get what he wants. He agrees to teach me the rules of seduction, but before long, I realize I'm the one being played.

The Snow White Werewolf tale 3-Part Serial is best enjoyed in order.
Reading Order:
Part 1 - Snow's Seduction
Part 2 - Snow's Submission
Part 3 - Snow's Surrender

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Jun 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781633759541

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.

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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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.

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First Edition June 2017

To Justin

I did it! I took the dare and managed to fit those two disgustingly hilarious words in a book. Took me long enough, right?

Chapter One

Snow

Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest

White Wolf Pack

Mirror, mirror on the wall, I pray, staring at my reflection, please don’t let Malcolm’s dick be small.

Of all the things that could be wrong with him, this is the only thing on my mind. The teensy-tiny little smidgeon of uncertainty niggling at the back of my brain. Because come on, there has to be something wrong with Malcolm Taylor, wildly successful CEO of Taylor’s Jewelry in New York City. Nobody is intelligent, hardworking, witty, and swinging a club between the legs.

He’s a total Hemsworth to boot, or so he seems from the pictures. Just under six feet tall, dirty-blond hair that tickles his broad shoulders, tapered waist, muscles for days—more than enough to sweep me off my feet—and dreamy blue eyes.

Does he have a sixth toe? A nasty scar? I’ll gladly accept both of those things and so much more.

But for the love of God, I say aloud before spreading ruby-red gloss across my lips, please don’t let him be packing peanuts below the belt.

I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that, my stepmother says from behind me, drawing me around. Although she’s only in her mid-forties, the silvery-white hair pulled back from her narrow face, and the stress lines etched around her eyes make her appear twenty years older. She’s holding out a glass filled with a lime-green alcohol. I brought this to loosen your nerves.

I frown, staring at the martini glass. What is it?

Tonight’s special. As her lips curl into a sinister smile, I notice that she’s painted them dark burgundy. It reminds me of the shade of blood. It’s an appletini. Made just for you.

Thanks. I take the drink and sip carefully. It’s mostly vodka, with a hint of sweetness. Perfection. I don’t like these parties. Never have. Too many people.

I know. My stepmother folds her arms over her chest, giving off a vibe of icy indifference. But tonight, it’s paramount that you put your best foot forward. I’ve just received word that Malcolm Taylor has arrived.

Already? The breath catches in my throat. He’s early.

I thought you’d be pleased. You’ve had a crush on him forever. I see the way you stare at pictures of him in the White Wolf Pack Newsletter.

Oh, I’m excited to finally meet him in person. And I’ll be sure to ogle his pictures in private from now on. But I’m nervous, too.

Because I’ve built him up in my head as the perfect guy. We’ve never met, but beyond his stunning good looks, I hear he’s kind and thoughtful, with a sense of humor that’ll have you rolling every day. As a member of our pack, he’s reached borderline celebrity status. It’s too bad his work in New York City keeps him from attending our full moon festivities.

This weekend, though, is special.

Every werewolf in the pack must be here, including him. Sunday is my twenty-fifth birthday, which means I’m carrying on the tradition of my maternal line. I’ll become Alpha of the pack and rule the wolves in our care.

And he’ll be here to see it.

My heart races at the thought. You must take tonight seriously, my stepmother goes on, her voice grave. You know how dire our situation has become.

Sighing heavily, I toss back a stiff drink. You don’t have to remind me.

Each month during the phase of the full moon, we close down the luxurious White Estate and open it to the werewolves in our pack. We party for three days straight, with dinners, dances, and an induction ceremony on the final day. Any other weekend, our estate is a top-notch bed and breakfast for non-shifters. We offer all kinds of outdoor activities for those who wish to escape city life. During the full moon, though, on a weekend like this one, our estate is a shifting sanctuary, a place where we can be ourselves, giving in to our primal urges.

But behind closed doors, our estate is in trouble. Expenses are high, and the income is lower