Giving in to the Rockstar Wolf (BBW, Alpha Male Wolf Romance, Paranormal Romance)

Lisa's dream of being with a rock star came true when Chad Kruler - lead singer for the Timbawolvez - made her a woman. But Chad's more than just a rockstar, he's a werewolf and the alpha of his pack. He wanted Lisa to be his mate and, scared by his intensity, she said no.

Now she needs to talk to him again. Just a simple thing. Arrange a meeting with an employer. Chad still wants a simple thing too: to make her truly his. Lisa's sure she can resist him, but when she finds herself in his hotel room, face to handsome, virile face, she wonders if maybe she was just scared of giving in all along. And if maybe sweet surrender is exactly what she wants.

This 6000+ word story features passionate hotel-room-wrecking love between a strong and direct rocker werewolf and the smart, curvy young woman he calls his mate. Mature audiences only!


Excerpt:

Chad kneeled and still somehow loomed over me, in his dark jeans and his tight black shirt, looking like some great big hound. "A wolf chooses his mate," he said. "And I have named you. React how you wish. First, know what you wish. Your wish may change, but while it stands still, seek to fulfill it."

Nothing is but just for a moment, I remembered him saying.

And in that moment? What I felt was a tingling racing from my head to my spine at how he had called me his mate. It was a clarion call that ran straight down to my mid regions, and I felt a gate being opened. He was not asking for anything spectacular. I looked at his body straining against his shirt, his legs straining against his tight jeans and the massive bulge that strained below his waist. He was offering that, all that. In exchange for my big curvy body.

Why on Earth would I want to fight something we both wanted, when no one else stood in the way?

Chad's eyes narrowed almost as if he could see the light click on in my brain. He scooped me off the couch and into his body.

I felt like water meeting stone, a spongy supple surface dashed against the unyielding and rippling lines of Chad's muscle. My brain was still trying to accept my choice, or my lack of resistance, but he tore hungrily at my flesh, his mouth ignoring mine to nibble instead at my neck and my shoulders. My brain flooded with pleasure and pricks of pain and I twined myself around him, giving in fully to instinct. I ran my hands through his thick mane of dark hair, and kissed the side of his face, wriggled in his lap and basically did whatever my hands and body wanted.

This was exactly the edge Chad had been trying to tip me over since the beginning. Now I was only too happy to fall into him.