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Wolves come in all shapes and sizes, but then again so do Alphas. Even the word conjures a shiver. With only one day left, get ready for the Lonestar pack…

The Alpha’s Saving Grace (Lonestar Wolf
Pack #1) by Melissa Schroeder 

Alpha Jacob Sanderson doesn’t have
time for distractions as he hunts a vicious killer attacking his pack. Sheriff
Alexandra Littlefoot is his best resource and a woman he can’t seem to resist.
As secrets rise to the surface, the killer’s violence escalates and threatens
the pack.


An emotion he had never felt before filtered through Jacob’s blood. He
knew what it meant, and he as an Alpha, rejoiced in it. Since he’d brought her
to his house, he had felt settled. Everything was right. She had slept in his
bed with his shirt on her back. That was enough to satisfy him for the night.
Still, he knew it wasn’t enough, and he had to move their relationship along
fast or things could spiral out of control. He turned the bacon over and then
grabbed the bowl of pancake mix.
Any wolf who had found his Mate would need to consummate. An Alpha was a
different sort all together. As each day passed, his inner beast would beg to
be released. If he didn’t do something soon, violence would become too common.
He had seen it once, with an Alpha who went too far over the edge that he never
returned. Living as a wolf without ever returning to his human form was
something Jacob didn’t want to do.
He heard her soft steps across the thick rug. Even if she had not been
his Mate, he would have heard her, but there was an inner sense that told him
she was drawing near. It sent his heart racing and his lust humming.
“That smells good,” she said from behind him.
He counted backwards from ten trying to get his need under control. “I
thought you might need something hearty to eat this morning. You didn’t have
Her stomach grumbled and her face turned pink. There was something so
enchanting about the big tough chief blushing. It made her look more
vulnerable. She was standing in his kitchen, wearing his shirt, and dammit,
there was only so much he could control. Even a normal man would have issues
with that. She must have sensed something because she took a step back.
“Nothing,” he growled. He knew he was being an ass, but it was hard not
to be. His cock was so damned hard he would probably have the impression of his
zipper on it. He turned to cook, and the silence that followed was enough to
prick his temper more.
“Do you know where my clothes are?”
He didn’t want to tell her, because he didn’t want her to remove that
shirt. It made him happy that she had his scent on her. She looked perfect.
“In the dryer. I washed them last night.”
He bit out every word. His diplomacy was gone after only one night with
her in his house. She looked around as if trying to find something else to say
or do.
“This isn’t part of your parents’ house.”
“You brought me to your house?”
He nodded.
“Does everyone know?” she asked, horror dripping from each word.
“Caleb and Dillon know.”
“If Dillon knows, everyone knows.”
He found some humor in that. “Usually, but he’s been warned.”
“Have I done something to offend you?”
“Offend me?”
“Yes, you’re practically growling at me. It’s not like you’ve ever been
very nice to me, but still, you’re worse this morning.”
“I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
The silence continued as he flipped the pancakes.
“Are you sure, because it feels like I did something wrong?”
“You’re standing there half dressed, and there is only so much a man can
The words burst out of him before he could tell himself not to say them.
“Um…I guess I can get dressed.”
With a snarl, he turned around and grabbed her by the waist. She gasped,
the soft sound so loud to him that he let loose another growl. He couldn’t take
it anymore, couldn’t deny himself at least one taste. The scent of her hit him
first. It was feminine, sweet, and unique to her. He bent his head and took her
mouth in a hot, wet kiss. At first she didn’t respond, but a second later she
did. As she opened her mouth, he stole inside, tasting the minty freshness of
toothpaste and the desire she held from him. She slipped her hands up over his
arms and to his shoulders as he backed her against the counter.
He slanted his mouth over hers again and again. Her muffled moan
vibrated through his soul. He wanted her then, right there, in the most
animalistic way possible, but he knew he was pushing it. He tore his mouth from
hers and leaned his forehead against hers. Calling on what little control he
had left, he stepped back from her. Her eyes were dilated, her mouth red and
“I think it would be best to stop that right now,” he said, need
dripping from each of his words.
“What was that?”
“That was what I felt.”
She lifted her fingers to her mouth. “You felt like kissing me?”
Then, he smelled the burning stench of their breakfast being ruined.
“Dammit. You are too much trouble for my peace of mind,” he said turning
around to save what he could.
“Jake, I think we need to agree that will never happen again.”
He would normally agree with her. She actually worked for him. As Mayor,
he was her direct supervisor. But, now that he knew she was his Mate, there was
no way around it.
“I can’t.”
He turned around and faced her. “Just accept that is going to happen
again and often. Next time though, I’ll have time to really do it right.”
“And just what is wrong with what went on now?”

“You’re still dressed and standing. If I had time to do it right, you
would have been naked and beneath me.”

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More about Melissa Schroeder

USA Today Bestselling Author Melissa Schroeder is the author of over 60
novels, novellas, and short stories. Included in the list are her best selling
Harmless Series and The Santinis. She spends her days writing, reading,
cooking, and binging on old TV programs.

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