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Iron

Blue Collar Wolves #1

Mating Season Collection

Ronin Winters

 

Romantic Geek Publishing

IRON (BLUE COLLAR WOLVES #1) (MATING SEASON COLLECTION)

Romantic Geek Publishing

Copyright © 2015 Ronin Winters

E-book ISBN 978-1-938593-25-3

Kindle Edition

Publication Date: June 2015

Editor: Sara Lunsford

Copy Editor: Eilis Flynn

Cover Design: Croco Designs

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All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons – living or dead – is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Books by Ronin Winters

What is The Mating Season Collection?

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

About the Author

Mating Season – Books Released so Far

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The Mating Season

The mating moon is rising…

Blue Collar Wolves

Iron

Brick House

Steel

The Pleasure Chronicles

Sexy Sci-Fi about Warrior women and the Alpha Males who love them

Pleasure Satellite
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What is The Mating Season Collection?

The Mating Season began when six friends who also happen to be Paranormal Romance Writers got together and started talking about how it was funny that authors could take the same premise but make such different stories around it.

A little more talk (and perhaps a little more wine – no telling) and they began to brainstorm about a shifter world revolving around The Mating Season, a special time of year that would be the only time a shifter could take a mate. One author suggested she would take a story this way while another laughed and cut her off and said, nope, she’d tell a story like this.

And then they all stopped and thought,
Hey, why don’t we write these different stories and release them all together in one collection?
So they did.

Six Authors. Six Different Packs. And all of it revolving around One Premise – The Mating Season.

We are proud and excited to have worked on this project together. I hope you enjoy my take and my pack as they navigate The Mating Season, and please check out my friends’ packs and their takes on it as well.

–Ronin

Chapter One


F
ucking hell, those
curves
.

Those curves that left him hard and aching, palming his dick with just the thought of them, that he fucking came in his sleep over, that he fucking salivated over like a dog in heat, and they were
right there
, those hips and that ass in skin-tight blue jeans, swinging in beat to the classic rock pouring out of the jukebox.

And Isabella Santiago knew what she was doing to him, like fuck she didn’t. She had glanced at him over her shoulder before stopping right in his line of sight with her back to him, one hand tucked into her back pocket as if to direct his eyes where to go. Then she started dancing in place, and that ass hadn’t stopped moving since.

“Iron, man, quit drooling over the bitch and nut up enough to say hi without pissing your pants.”

From behind the bar, Iron flipped off his alpha, then went back to wiping the pint glass. “Why don’t
you
go fucking say hi, Steel? I already said hi when she came in with her friends.”

Steel leaned back, his bright gold eyes sharp and focused. “Friends, huh? Take it you didn’t see how rich boy’s eyes are glued to her ass?”

Iron’s hand flexed, the glass cracking under the sudden pressure. Iron swore while Steel gave a small laugh as the glass was tossed in the trash. Hell yeah he’d noticed the scrawny little glasses-wearing bastard, and he was due some type of reward for not tossing the guy out on the ass of his too-expensive jeans. “Not my place to say anything.”

Steel’s snort could be heard over the low roar of the crowd, the sound carrying a mocking edge. “She’s your true mate. It’s been your place to speak since we were kids, but you’ve been too dumbass to man up and claim what’s yours. Are you going to change that this mating season, or do I have to go through this for another year?”

Avoiding his alpha’s stare, Iron took a quick look across the room. The small bar was as crowded as it got, both pool tables and the dart board in use, with people lining the bar and talking over each other. Most of them were strangers. Usually the bar was filled with pack or those connected to the pack with only a few outsiders, but this was the mating season, so usual rules didn’t apply. Unmated pack members went beyond the pack’s territory looking for women, and for those already mated – well, they didn’t want to leave home.

For Iron, mating season was hell on earth, and that wasn’t a fucking exaggeration. Connected to his true mate but not mated to her, mating season meant the sensation of a thousand pinpricks jabbing at his skin every moment he wasn’t touching her and constant desire to move, to find her, to fill himself with her and to
fill
her. His nose searched out her scent and every other one made him want to puke. The clawing need to sink fangs and cock into his woman, to mark her, to get her pregnant and to feel her
come
.

And here she was in front of him, unexpected and unwelcome, because she was pure temptation and the wolf within was throwing itself at the cage where Iron kept it locked tight. It lunged and growled and bared its teeth in frightening display, determined to get to his mate.

Iron refused to let that happen. True mates were fucking lies and he wasn’t going down that path. Bella wasn’t meant for him, his wolf be damned. “Instead of bitching about my life, don’t you think your ass should be out there finding your mate? Doesn’t look good if the alpha is unmated too long. Challengers start sniffing around.”

Steel threw him a
goddamn annoying
smirk. “Unlike
some
, I’m not scared of getting my mate. Once I find my true mate I’m courting the hell out of her and mating her the second she allows it. I only need to keep my eyes open to grab her up when she comes by.”

“And you think she’s going to come by while your ass is planted on my bar stool?” Fucking Steel. Iron could take dealing with the shit thrown at him if the alpha was easier to rile, but no, he’d always been calm, cool, and fucking collected.

“Once I’m meant to find her, I’ll find her. Doesn’t matter where.”

“Where did all this Zen bullshit come from? You need to let me know so I don’t ever visit.”

Steel took another swig from his beer bottle, unaffected by the aggression pouring off the pack’s beta. “Might as well stop hoping I’ll give you a fight and a reason to shut the bar down so Bella has to go home. Suck it up, buttercup.”

Too bad. A full-out fight would have been welcome. Humans being so weak sucked sometimes, since any fight with them was over before it began.

Out of habit, he did a quick look-over of the bar for any signs of problems. Since most here weren’t pack or regulars, he didn’t know who to be wary of, so he glanced from dart board to pool table to pool table…

Fuck.
Bella was at a pool table, lining up a shot like the little shark she was, and that ass in those jeans was on perfect display – bent over the pool table, pointed in his direction, and
begging
for him to spend days worshipping it like he’d wanted to since the moment he first realized what his dick was for.

“Iron’s looking like the wolf from one of those old cartoons, tongue all out and eyes three feet extended. Is Bella around?” Dropping into the bar stool next to Steel, the man speaking was almost pretty-boy handsome with his clear blue eyes, blond hair, and cocky grin, but was saved from that description by the deep voice with its
I’ve traveled the world and picked up a bit from everywhere
accent and the thick scruff over his cheeks and neck.

“Don’t give me shit, House, since you’re only here for Mel. Speaking of, where’s your other half?” House’s grin dropped and a scowl took over. Yeah, Iron wasn’t the only one in a shit situation, and they needed reminded of it some days.

House’s mouth pursed, like he was debating if it was worth letting an argument develop, but he dropped it, saying “Mel here tonight?”

“She should be arriving in a few. She’s got the shift til close, so I hope you don’t have to work tomorrow. Since you’ll be here all night drinking and all.”

House threw some money on the bar. “Just get me a beer and shut the hell up.”

“And your partner in crime? Should I set up a tab for him as well?” Hell yeah, it was a lot more fun being on the giving shit side instead of taking it.

Speaking of…the door opened to frame a big, hulking figure of a man, with a plain-bordering-on-unattractive face and eyes and short, shaggy hair the same color as tree bark. He made his way to the bar with everyone around him stepping back to let him pass unimpeded, taking the seat on the other side of Steel.

Steel gave a small nod. “How you doin’, Brick? The shop treating you well?”

“Working on a ’68 Mustang.”

“That’s sweet,” said Steel, and Iron nodded. House said nothing, and everyone ignored the thrum of tension that settled around the group as Iron went to grab another beer.

A shout rose from the pool area. Bella was running the table and looked ready to sink the eight. Now she was facing him, the front of her shirt cut low to reveal the upper curve of her breast. As she pocketed the eight her friends cheered, and she put her arms on the table, arching her back just a little, just enough to pull that shirt as low as it would go before it would be illegal. Before he mustered the willpower to look away, the little bitch raised her eyes until she was staring direct into his, long curly hair swinging over her shoulder, those cock-sucking lips of hers curled up at the corners and big brown eyes sparkling. Like she
knew
what he’d been ogling…knew, and approved.

Like she planned it. Of course she had. Sneaky, brilliant, beautiful bitch. No, really she was more a cat. After all, she’d been driving him crazy since they were six-year-olds in Mrs. Jenkins’s first-grade class.

House’s impossible-to-place accent cut through the spell Bella’s eyes always cast over him. “What’s Bella doing here, anyway? I thought she lived at the hospital these days.”

Hospital. Doctor
Isabella Santiago. Ice-cold reality doused him, and Iron tore his gaze from her, slamming glasses on the bar and began pouring.

“You said the
h
word. Mistake.” Steel was responding to House, but his attention was fixed on Iron. “We don’t use such dirty language around here.”

“Steel, man–” Iron bit his tongue to keep from continuing the sentence. His alpha would put up with a lot of talk, but the words that wanted to escape Iron’s throat right now would get them into a fight that would leave a bloody mess across the bar. Besides, this was Steel’s way, trying to goad him into something that wasn’t going to fuckin’ happen. Steel might be doing it out of brotherly love, but it got tired.

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