A Werewolf to Call Her Own (Mystic Isle, Book 2) (15 page)
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Authors: Selena Blake
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“It is time to go home,” she told the car, regretting that she could not stay out all day. One day she’d be as old as Valencia and could come and go as she pleased. Maybe one day she’d be as wealthy as Valencia and could afford a car like this.
She took the next exit, crossed over, and pointed the car toward home. If she hurried, she’d get her dry cleaning dropped off and be back in the garage with plenty of time to wipe Gorgeous down.
It couldn’t have been more than a minute later that the red Ferrari eased up next to her again. This time the passenger window was rolled down.
She’d been right. The driver was male. But more than that, he was big. She glanced his way again. What was it Avery called them? An uber hottie? Yes, that was it.
This uber hottie knew how to drive. For some reason, Izzy found that very sexy.
If he was this handsome in uneven dashboard light, what would he look like across the table from her? Or better yet, in her bed?
She didn’t have time to imagine it. Gorgeous came up on a car and Izzy steered right. The Ferrari veered left. They passed the car and met up on the other side.
Obviously, he wasn’t in a hurry to be anywhere since he’d turned around to follow her. She reached down and pressed the button for the driver’s window. A loud bang echoed through the cab and Gorgeous jerked right. Izzy clutched the wheel. Gorgeous spun across the pavement. Then she rolled.
Something wet was trickling into her eye.
“Oh,” she moaned.
“I’ve got you,” a deep, masculine voice rumbled in her ears.
She tried to open her eyes. Her head pounded. Too much light. Was it morning already? Panic bolted through her and she struggled.
“You’re going to hurt yourself,” the voice said again. Big hands held her wrists captive.
“Impossible,” she murmured.
“Don’t move.”
The words sent a fresh tendril of fear through her. Not again. No. Not again. Fear.
Struggle. Scream.
Coco’s voice echoed through her mind.
Scream. Fight.
For the briefest of seconds, Izzy took stock of her injures. Nothing felt broken. She opened her eyes and threw her arms out at the same time, breaking the man’s hold. He tumbled backward, clutching his nose, cussing.
Eyes wide, she sprang to her feet. She had to get to shelter. She had to get out of the sun.
“Jesus, woman!”
The man from the car. It was still dark. But, how—oh no. No. “No. No. No. No. No!”
She stumbled up the hillside to where Gorgeous lay, upside down, her windshield gaping open. Bits of her lay scattered on the slope. A fender. A side mirror.
Her lights blinded Izzy.
She squinched her lids shut and held out a hand to further shield herself.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” A twig snapped beneath his foot as he approached. A heavy hand settled on her left shoulder. Izzy spun away from him, hissing.
“Whoa! It’s okay, little vamp.”
“This is not okay!”
This was bad. So very bad. Valencia was going to kill her. She would not be surprised if the mansion had a dungeon somewhere. Valencia would lock her up for all eternity.
“It can be fixed.”
“Fixed?” Izzy screeched, feeling more unraveled by the second.
Valencia saved her life. Turned her. Gave her a home. Protection. Taught her the ways of the vampire. And what had Izzy done? Wrecked the most expensive car in V’s stable.
Oh heavens. She was going to pass out. Was it possible for a vamp to pass out?
She quickly sat before she fell. The handsome man sat next to her. She squinted at the upside-down car.
“Do you have any idea how much it would cost to fix,” she waved her hand in the general direction of the Bugatti, “that?”
Izzy felt lightheaded.
“Put your head between your knees,” he said, putting a hand between her shoulder blades. She wrapped her arms around her knees and let him push her forward.
“Surely if you can afford a Bugatti, you can afford to fix it,” he said several moments later.
She turned her head to the side and glared at him. It was not his fault, though. She was driving the ridiculously expensive car. She had wrecked it. “It is not my car,” she admitted and then hid her face against her forearms.
“Whose car is it?”
“My friend’s.”
“Surely he’ll understand the accident wasn’t your fault. A tire blowout isn’t anyone’s fault.”
Izzy frowned. “She,” she stressed the word, “will not understand.” She tipped her head the other way and stared at the car. Such engineering perfection. Ruined. Her stomach heaved.
He rubbed her back.
Who was this gentle giant?
“I took it. Without asking.” She lifted her head. “I— I could not resist. She sits in the garage begging to be driven.”
He laughed softly but she did not get the impression that he thought she was crazy. “It’s a shame to let something so beautiful sit idle.”
She turned toward him again. He was staring at her, his gaze tracing over her face. She got the feeling that he was not only speaking about the car.
There was something about his eyes that calmed her. An unusual shade of gray, almost silver. But he was definitely not a vampire. For starters, he was warm. And big. Really, really big. She hadn’t seen a single flash of fangs.
Up close, he was sinfully handsome. The kind of man a woman dreamed about but never actually met. Thick, dark eyelashes. A perfect nose. Kissable mouth. Strong, unshaven jaw. And dark hair that brushed his shoulders, giving him the perfect bad boy appearance.
Izzy was sure of two things. She’d totaled Valencia’s Bugatti and the man rubbing her back was not human.
Author Bio
An action movie buff with a penchant for all things supernatural and sexy, Selena Blake combines her love for adventure, travel and romance into steamy paranormal romance. Selena’s books have been called “a steamy escape” and have appeared on bestseller lists, been nominated for awards, and won contests. When she’s not writing you can find her by the pool soaking up some sun, day dreaming about new characters, and watching the cabana boy (aka her muse), Derek. Fan mail keeps her going when the diet soda wears off so write to her at
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Other Books by Selena Blake
Series: Stormy Weather
The Cajun’s Captive
(erotic paranormal romance novella)
Bitten in the Bayou
(paranormal romance novella, ménage)
Seduced by a Cajun Werewolf
(formerly Bound & Determined, erotic paranormal romance, long novella)
Mated to a Cajun Werewolf
(erotic paranormal romance, long novella)
Stranded with a Cajun Werewolf
(erotic paranormal romance novel)
A Cajun Werewolf Christmas
(paranormal romance short story)
Anthologies
Stormy Weather anthology
(5-in-1)
Stormy Weather Collector’s Edition
(5-in-1, plus interviews, deleted scenes and more)
Double The Pleasure
(2-in-1, ménage edition)
Surprising Darcy
(short contemporary erotica ménage)
Just a Little Taste
(short contemporary erotica)
Ready & Willing
(erotic paranormal romance novel)
Series: Deep Space Encounters
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