Teresa D'Amario
In the City Jungles, The Beast Has Won
SheWolf
True Mate Series
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A small town veterinarian has
a big time problem. She's not human.
Plagued as a child with an extra-sensitive sense of smell, strength,
and eyesight, Anna Callaway always thought she was special. But she
didn't understand how special until she met Kieran Hunter.
He insists they are True Mates, but he's not human either. He's
wolven.
Kieran is a protector of his race. No longer the Alpha of his pack,
he spends his time searching out and punishing any who may reveal
their race to humans. While patrolling, he finds two wolven about to
kidnap Anna. He battles to protect her, but is surprised to find
himself drawn to her in a way he never expected.
The couple must learn to deal with their differences before they can
address their similarities. But when three men kidnap Anna, she must
decide if she is to embrace the wolven way of life, or return to her
quiet existence. And whether to abandon the man who claims her as
his True Mate
Within the
pages of SHEWOLF you will fall in love with charismatic characters
entwined in a gripping plot that will have you reading this
enchanting story quickly. Teresa D’Amario pens many
twists and turns inside of the pages that will make you tense,
scream and sob with happiness. The ending is sure to
delight you in many ways.
EXCERPT
Anna plunged the hypodermic
syringe into the dog’s thigh muscle and slowly released the vaccine
into the animal. The large shepherd turned his head and glared at
her over his shoulder, but made no move to avoid her ministrations.
That’s what she liked about this dog. He was old, and while he
didn’t like getting his annual shots, he certainly didn’t put up a
fuss.
“Duke looks in great shape for his age, Mrs. Kelfy.” She stood from
her cramped position on the floor and picked up her pen to sign the
rabies certification. A tap on the door drew her attention, and she
turned toward it.
“Dr. Calloway, can I have a word with you?”
Jamie, her newly of-age assistant, stood in the doorway, an odd
expression on her face.
“In a minute, Jamie. I’m almost finished here.” It was unusual for
her assistants to interrupt her with a patient, so it must be
important.
“Here you are, Mrs. Kelfy. Give one pill twice per day for ten days
and bring him back in a week so we can check on that cut to make
sure it’s healed up ok.” Poor Duke had argued with a barbed wire
fence and lost. A little unusual for the big guy, who was already
thirteen years old. He was long past the days of dangerous curiosity
that plagued young dogs.
“Poor Duke,” the woman said.
“He’ll be fine. Duke’s strong, and even though he’s getting older,
he’s still healthy. Just give him the antibiotics, and he’ll heal up
beautifully.”
The dog’s owner nodded and thanked her, then left to pay the bill.
Anna headed to the back rooms to talk to her assistant.
“What’s up, Jamie?”
Jamie bit her lip. “There’s this guy, in room three….”
“Ok, where’s the records?” Jamie’s smelled sharp, edgy. Confused.
“What’s the problem?”
“That’s just it, Doc. There’s no problem. He didn’t even bring a pet
with him. He said it was for a consultation on his wolf, and he
booked the entire afternoon.”
“He did what?” The word wolf sent up red flags everywhere. Her
assistant went on.
“He booked the entire afternoon appointment block.”
Kieran. Who else would be so blatant? If he thought he was getting
away cheap, he had another thing coming. “Thanks, Jamie. I’ll take
care of it.”
She stormed to the room and opened the door.
He stood at the aluminum exam table, a magazine open in front of
him, his weight propped on his hands as though engrossed in his
reading. Though worn and faded, his jeans appeared in good repair.
The seams in the shoulders of his black t-shirt stretched to
accommodate his powerful chest and biceps. Then her gaze traveled to
his face and the dark, hungry, blue eyes that watched her. She
swallowed, trying to ease the sudden case of dryness in her throat.
She caught a glimpse of black, square-toed boots on his feet. She’d
bet there was a motorcycle out in the parking lot. His scent wafted
toward her, spicy and wild. Anna bit her lip. It wouldn’t do to let
him know just how sexy she found him.
Folding her arms in front of her, she glared at him. “What are you
doing here?”
His gaze held hers, a slight quirk to his mouth.
“I’m here for a consultation. Didn’t your assistant tell you?”
“Yes, she told me.”
“Good. But before we get down to work, let’s have some lunch.”
She glanced at her watch. Lunch was normally at one o’clock, and it
was now twelve thirty. “You can’t just blaze in here and take over
my appointments, Kieran. I have patients, and they need me.”
“Not today, you don’t. I bought all your time, so you have nothing
to worry about.” He spoke over her attempted interruption. “And if
you have any emergencies, your very efficient staff can call you.”
Her eyes rolled, and she groaned in frustration. He’d left her alone
for three days. Three long days to absorb everything he’d told her.
Sometimes she still wondered if it was all a dream and she’d really
been drugged after all. Yet the instant she saw him it all tumbled
back. Every memory. The wolf, the fight, but most of all, every
touch. That brief kiss still burned in her blood.
Realistically, there was no reason to fight it. Except he wasn’t
human. For the first time in her life, she was truly attracted to
someone. And why shouldn’t I enjoy it? Besides, the scientist was
fascinated almost as much as the woman.
He waited while she debated in her head, his eyes filled with humor.
There it was again, the strange feeling that he could read her
thoughts. She certainly hoped not.
“Fine, let me just close up here.”
He nodded, and she headed into the back rooms of the clinic.
“Jamie,” she called, but the girl popped around the corner, a huge
smile on her face.
“Right here.”
Anna raised a brow. “Eavesdropping again?”
Her assistant laughed. “What can I say? It’s my best talent.”
Anna chuckled. “Then I guess I don’t have to tell you I’m done for
the day, thanks to Kieran. Call me if there are any emergencies.”
She took off her white doctor’s coat and hung it on the rack.
Whoever’d chosen white for doctors had a vindictive streak. She went
through lab coats faster than she went through dog treats. She
snatched a roller with tape on it and cleared any dog hair from her
slacks before heading back to Kieran. If she was going to
investigate these feelings, she might as well look good.
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| 4th Place - Book Cover, 2007 | 9th Place - Best Romance 2007 |
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Reviews of Teresa's Books
..a dynamic romance layered through with passion, provocation, and a mutual respect that is rare between fictional heroes and heroines.