Howl Sassy — Tamara Hoffa

Most shifters are lucky to find one true mate in life. A hundred years after the murder of his first mate, the Goddess gifts Sebastian Von Drake with a second match. However, his sassy mate resists their union. Her past hold secrets she doesn't want to share. Alice Miller is drawn to the stick in the mud wolf like no one she's ever met before, but she can't mate him and risk everything. Why won't he take no for an answer? Danger, intrigue, traitors, spies, and secrets...combined with the irresistible passion of a shifter for his mate. Bastian will claim Alice, come hell or high water. No matter how much the sassy wolf howls. Here's a little snippet to whet your appetite. Another two dozen roses were delivered to her door and Alice barely managed a meager smile for the poor delivery man as she slipped him a tip and slammed the box on her granite countertop. "Crap on a cracker Why can't the damn wolf take a hint I can't mate him. For the love of God, who knows what the hell that would do? "Now, he's got me talking to myself Great Just confirming what the whole world thinks, I am a crazy Polack. Oy If Gramps finds out about this he's going to send me to the Gulag I may as well pack my bags now. He's going to turn into his werewolf and eat me for brunch Maybe I should cancel going to the wedding? Ugh, I can't do that to Jenna-" Just then her cell phone rang, her mother's number displayed on the caller I.D. "Hi, Momma." "Hey, baby, what's up?" "I just got flowers from that crazy wolf again." "You better tell your grandfather what's going on, before it's too late." "But Ma-" "Dontcha 'but Ma' me, you know you have to. He needs to know. If you two are really mates that wolf isn't gonna go away. Grandpa needs to know, and you two need to figure out what to do together." "Ahh man, he's gonna kill me, isn't he?" Alice whined. "Your grandfather loves you. He won't kill you. He might growl a little, but he won't bite...much," her mother soothed. "Yeah right. Will you come with me?" The other end of the line was suspiciously quiet. "Umm, I think this is something you need to do on your own." "Yeah, that's what I thought. You're afraid of the old geezer." "Well...maybe a little." "Send your only daughter into the lion's den, but you won't come yourself." "Haha, it's not the lion's den, it's the wolf's."