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Wolf Island Excerpt A Contemporary Gothic/Paranormal Romance available
A dark iron knocker carved in the shape of a wolf’s head, with bared teeth and eyes fashioned of amber-colored stone, stared back at her. A cloud passed overhead, blocking the sun. The shadow darkened the wolf’s eyes until they appeared black and hard. A cold draft of air crept over her slim body. A tinkling sound like chimes drifted to her ears, along with a man’s subdued but evil laugh. Her hands shook, and sweat beaded her brow. The next moment, the sun’s rays streamed down warm and mellow. She blinked rapidly and swallowed. The wolf’s eyes appeared golden once again, and the chilling plume of air vanished. Hysterical laughter bubbled up from her throat. She clamped a hand over her mouth and breathed deeply through her nose. With a slight tremble in her hand, she gripped the knocker firmly, and rapped on the door. Metal clinked against metal. The door swung open. A tall man wearing nothing but a maroon towel filled the doorway. Wet, wavy raven hair dripped water onto his incredibly handsome face. Brawny shoulders and arms. Broad chest. Thick, dark hair glistening with water droplets spread over hard, muscled pectorals. Slender waist. A line of black hair trailed down an abdomen rippled with muscle and disappeared beneath the edge of the towel. He smelled wonderful, like water and earth and man. “Who are you?” His deep, masculine voice commanded a response. For a moment, she couldn’t speak. I’ve never seen such a man in my life! She struggled to reply, but only managed to utter a rather pathetic-sounding squeak.
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Copyright©2010 Cher Gorman All Rights Reserved.
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The door appeared impenetrable,