All the howling outside her window at night is freaking Amanda out but she doesn’t dare go look. Living alone in the middle of nowhere has made her more than cautious. Until she does the unthinkable and answers the door in the middle of the night to find a naked injured man lying on her doorstep.

Dane is in desperate need of Amanda’s help. Injured after encountering a rogue pack, he needs to get back home, but needs the assistance of this beautiful woman first.

Will they give in to their desires? Can Dane confess his truth to Amanda? Will she accept him for what he is?

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Wow! Robbi from Romance Junkies said this:

“Gosh, this one‘s a keeper. Ms. Erickson did very well with NIGHT WOLF…I’m going keep this and reread it whenever I need a pick-me-up.”

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Ann at JERR Says This About Night Wolf:

“…readers looking for steamy sex with a shapeshifter in the mix should enjoy this story.”

Valerie at Love Romances & More Gives Night Wolf Four Hearts!

“Karen Erickson has written a hot sensual story that thrills and chills. For a quickie in the afternoon, or a warm up on a winter’s evening, this is just the right thing.”

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Excerpt

The moon shone high in the dark sky, casting its ethereal light through the window of Dane’s room. He stared at the perfectly round moon, unable to look away from it. His body was on hyper-alert, ready to shift at a moment’s notice, and he willed it not to. He wouldn’t be able to control himself if he shifted into his wolf self.

Doing so would surely cause him to behave like a rutting beast and push himself upon the woman sleeping down the hall. His instincts would kick into high gear; her scent would flood his senses and he would have no choice.

He’d have to claim her, have to make her his.

With a growl he rolled onto his side and punched the pillow beneath his head in frustration. The wound on his calf ached, but not as mightily as the ache between his legs. He’d jerked off once to the vision of Amanda in his mind and already his dick was hard again.

The woman was going to drive him insane with lust, he just knew it.

His entire body pulled taut with restraint, and he rubbed the back of his neck, desperate to howl in frustration.

What would it hurt to shift, just for a few minutes? He could prowl the perimeters of Amanda’s property, make sure no one from the rogue pack was lurking around. He had no idea if they knew where he’d ended up, but he didn’t want to take any chances.

It might not be smart to go outside and leave his scent to linger long after he came inside, but he knew he’d feel safer if he at least checked things out, made sure everything was okay.

Dane climbed out of bed already naked and snuck through the house. He opened the back door quietly, shut it with a soft click, and crouched on the back porch, settling himself onto his hands and knees.

Within seconds, his muscles stretched and he threw back his head, hair springing over his entire body. He’d been holding it back so strongly he shifted with ease, as if his body needed to acquire his wolf form. He felt better already.

A quiet yip escaped him and he trotted out into the back field, his steps hindered by his injury. The bandage had torn off when he shifted and he had no idea how he was going to explain that one to Amanda.

He couldn’t worry about it now. He had other important things to concentrate on, like making sure Amanda was safe.

The night came alive to his sensitive ears. Bugs chirped loudly, frogs bellowed and burped, and an owl screeched in the distance. All of the sounds familiar, warming his blood, making him feel at home.

His pack lived miles away and he wished he could go home. If circumstances were different, if his leg were better, if his returning wouldn’t put the rest of his pack at risk, he’d be there tonight. He couldn’t risk the long travel, though, especially with the rogue pack lurking around, looking for him.
And he knew without a doubt they were lurking. The hair on the scruff of his neck stood straight up, and a lone howl sounded far into the night. A howling he knew belonged to a member of the pack that had attacked him last night.

He ran back to Amanda’s house as fast as he could with the injury hindering him. Luckily enough the howl had sounded at least five miles away and he knew they were most likely on the hunt. For him, for dinner, for whatever, it didn’t matter. He needed to get back inside.

Panting, the back porch in sight, he remembered Amanda’s pet cat had a water dish outside and he went for it, slurping up every last bit of liquid from the bowl. His stomach growled and he wished he had something to eat, wished he would’ve found a stray rabbit or squirrel for a midnight snack.

Another low growl sounded and he glanced up to see the glowing eyes of Amanda’s cat glaring at him as it sat on a chair. They stared at each other, the cat hissing, paw reaching out to swipe at him, and Dane lurched backwards. The last thing he needed was a nasty cat scratch on his nose. With a screeching meow the cat scrambled away and ran into the dark night.

The porch light flicked on and he froze in surprise. Shit.