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Madison Campbell is a city girl with a unique skill and a troubled past. An empath, public places torment her, and friendships and relationship are difficult. Madison’s boss understands her gift and uses her skill to his advantage. Swaying Thorne Thunder to choose her firm for a lucrative contract is an intriguing assignment. Thorne is sexy hot and Madison connects with the werewolf in an unexpected way.
Any proposed construction on pack land must have Thorne’s backing before being presented to the pack elders. Thorne doesn’t care for Madison’s boss, but the instant attraction he feels for the beautiful personal assistant is profound. One night and he’s hooked.
She’s a loner. He belongs to a wolf pack.
He wants forever. She’s just surviving day by day.
One night. One sexy werewolf. Madison’s life is about to shift.
Praise for Thorne
“The love scenes between Thorne and Madison are melting hot.“
Janie Esparza, The Romance Studio
Hand-in-hand they walked to the elevator, then stepped into an empty car. He let go of her hand and stood at the opposite end of the car, looking at her.
Her temperature rose in response to his blast of sensual desire. “No kissing in public?” she asked, teasing him.
“Once I kiss you, I won’t want to stop.” Burning, she moved toward him. “You’d prefer to be out of that dress by the time we reach my floor?”
“Are all werewolves so wild?”
“Don’t tempt me to show the beast within.”
She moved closer, only a couple of inches separated them. “You’re my first. Werewolf.”
His lips curved into a sexy grin and he pulled her into his arms. He drew in a deep breath and exhaled. “I’ll have to keep my inner beast under control.” He ran his hands up and down her back, then cupped her ass in a firm grip. “It won’t be easy.”
The slow river of heat that had flowed between them during dinner turned into a raging torrent.
His body temperature was burning hot, seeping through the layers of their clothing and penetrated her skin, muscles and bones. She melted against him and angled her head for his kiss.
His lips were firm, his kiss possessive and the hard ridge of his erection dug into her belly. She wanted and burned.
The elevator doors opened. He guided her down a hallway, half carrying her. He stopped, pushed her against a door, kissing her with heat and skill. A lock clicked, then they were inside his room and her back was against the wall.
The lights were burning low and he was in shadow. His eyes glittered.
“Alone,” he whispered.
“Finally,” she said. He vibrated with sexual energy and his mind projected raw desire, pure and unfettered by other thoughts. His want of her swamped her senses.
He cupped her face in his hands. His hands were calloused, the hands of a man who did more than talk on a phone and punch a keyboard, yet they held her with gentle intent.
He leaned close and inhaled, deep and slow. “Your scent drives me wild. It has from the first moment you were near, before I laid eyes on you.”
Thunder Wolves: Thorne by B.J. McCall