We're so excited about the release of Kait Ballenger's Cowboy in Wolf's Clothing, second in the dark and dangerous Seven Range Shifters series!
Wolf shifter Colt Cavanaugh was born a cowboy and bred a warrior, but the hardened Grey Wolf High Commander has a secret that could destroy everything.
She-wolf Belle Beaumont is a wanted woman and an enemy of the pack Colt has spent his life protecting. When their rivalry turns to passion, they know it can only be for a night. But when Belle turns up with Colt’s enemies on her tail and secrets of her own, Colt will fight to the death for the healing she brings his battle-worn heart.
And for this cowboy wolf, all’s fair in love and war…
Enjoy this excerpt!
“Did you just…?” She gestured to his lower half, struggling to find the words until finally she settled on glaring at him.
If Colt hadn’t been so apt at reading facial cues, he might have actually believed her outrage. She was obviously trying to save face and cover up her embarrassment. He’d smelled her desire clear as day, but his closeness had been a necessity to keep her safe, plain and simple. She had to know that. Engaging in a battle with the bloodsucker would have made her a target as well—and he couldn’t have that. It was his duty, his honor, to protect her and their packmates.
He would have said as much, but something about those narrowed eyes pleased him, and he found he didn’t need or want to explain himself. He knew exactly what she meant, but he wasn’t going to make this easy on her. Not by a long shot.
“I’m not certain what you mean,” he said, feigning innocence.
A defiant spark lit in her eyes. When she looked at him like that, he wanted to bend her over his knee and make that gorgeous behind of hers as pink as the blush on her cheeks. She indicated the lower half of his body again, making some bizarre, ridiculous signals with her hand as she pantomimed. From the growing fire in her eyes, she had to know how amusing he found this.
“A banana? An eggplant?” he teased. “I’m not very good with charades.”
Her hands clenched into fists. “You know exactly what I mean.”
A wicked grin crossed his lips.
The blush that burned on her cheeks and spread down the length of her neck caused the appendage in question to stiffen. She had looked downright delectable flushed pink and bare in his arms. At least this time, the evidence of his thoughts was safely tucked beneath the fly of his jeans.
“Yes…Yes, that,” she finally managed. “First, you accuse me of stealing your horse and watching you strip nude, and then you mount me with something that may as well have been attached to Biscuit over there.” She cast a quick wave toward Silver.
Colt didn’t know where to begin. He wasn’t certain which part of that sentence he was hung up on more. The fact that she had been trying to steal his horse and watching him nude, that she thought Silver’s name was something as ridiculous as Biscuit, or the fact that she’d announced he may as well have been part horse between the legs.
At least the last point was a fair assessment.
“You were trying to steal my horse,” he said, deciding to start there.
The horse in question gave a small, enthusiastic shake as he lifted his tail and batted his large, dark eyes. He puffed up like a damn peacock, eating up all the attention like it were sugar cubes.
She released an impatient huff. “That’s beside the point.”
As far as Colt was concerned, that was entirely the point. But as amusing as this frustrated little she-wolf was, he didn’t have time for this. “Look. I don’t know why you’re running around the woods during a vampire raid and stealing horses, but I won’t allow it. Not in my woods.”
“Your woods?” She looked at him as if he were the insane one. “Last I checked, I had every right to be standing on this mountainside, no less than you do, and I didn’t steal your—”
“That’s beside the point.” He turned her own words against her. Releasing a steady sigh, he raked his fingers through his hair. “Let’s start with something simple, then. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“I’d prefer not to start there, Commander.” She uttered his title as if it were little more than a participation trophy. From the way she said it, she knew who he was. She just didn’t care.
Colt fought down a growl. Few would dare to defy him, but from her, there was something he almost liked about it. The woman was as frustrating as she was beautiful, and she had a saucy little tongue to match. In any case, he needed to get her to safety and fast. It was his duty to protect the pack, even viper-tongued she-wolves.
“Fine,” he said coolly. “But you’re still going to march that sweet little ass of yours over to Biscuit,” he said, highlighting the absurdity of the name, “and get on the godforsaken horse so I can take you to safety.”
At the very least, Silver had the presence of mind to look confused at the unfamiliar name. He stared at them while chewing on a blade of grass.
The she-wolf looked at Colt as if he’d grown two heads. “No one has ever called my ass little.”
That’s what she gathered from this? He couldn’t help raking his gaze over her. She was fuller-figured than many women of their kind, but to him, she was perfect. All luscious feminine curves to his hard muscles.
“No, I’m certain they haven’t,” he said.
Judging from her frown, she hadn’t caught the appreciation in that statement.
She nodded toward Silver. “What if I don’t get on the horse?”
His cock gave another eager pulse. Maybe he did like the defiance—at least from her. From the growing ache in his jeans, his lower head had different opinions than his ego.
Colt was about to tell her that if she didn’t get on the horse, he would take one of each of her ample ass cheeks in his hands, bend her over, and give her a proper spanking for disobedience as any good cowboy would—a spanking that would leave her thinking of him with every bounce of the ride back to the camp—but as he opened his mouth, a familiar scent on the edge of the breeze alerted him, and Silver let out a warning whinny.
Instead, he only managed to breathe out one word to her before the vampire came crashing into the clearing.