When a Wolf Howls

He drives her howling mad.

Dylan’s luscious mane of golden hair doesn’t impress Maeve. Neither does his killer smile. Somehow the she-wolf is able to resist his flirtatious charm. What’s a lion to do other than mope about the fact the one woman he wants refuses to give him the time of day?

Might be time to bring out the big guns, and he’s not talking about his biceps or his other large weapon. (Wink. Wink.)

There’s someone stalking the Pride’s most vulnerable, and Dylan knows Maeve won’t be able to refuse a chance to go on a hunt.

Maeve doesn’t want to be attracted to the pretty lion she calls Goldilocks, but when they end up thrown together, the simmering tension between them boils over. The passion between them is explosive, but she knows it won’t last. After all, everyone knows cats and dogs don’t mix.

Apparently, someone should have told fate.