SILVER CUFFS by Kate Hill Format(s): Ebook/Paper Available in paperback in the Forever Midnight anthology. Heat Level: Erotic Pairing(s): M/F Genre/Themes: Shapeshifter Length: Novella Publisher: Ellora's Cave Cover Art: Syneca ISBN (ebook): 9781419926242 ISBN (paper): 9781419952166 Purchase Links (ebook):Ellora's Cave / All Romance Ebooks / Amazon Barnes and Noble Purchase Links (paper):Ellora's Cave / Amazon / Barnes and Noble Blurb: Entrepreneur Pierce Durant is a scoundrel in every sense of the word. With plans to bulldoze a mansion belonging to a hero of the American Revolution, he doesn't hesitate in making brash advances on a member of the local historical society who's trying to save the house. Tabatha Lane isn't a woman lured by wealth and handsome looks, especially if the man has no caring in his heart. Whittle House is more than just a house filled with antiques. It holds the spirits of a courageous man-wolf and the woman who loved him. Like the Patriot who owned it, Whittle House will not go down without a fight! The following excerpt from SILVER CUFFS is for readers 18 and over. The wolf growled, his eyes blazing and his teeth gnashing the cold night air. Ice and snow flew beneath his paws. His heart throbbed with the insatiable need for vengeance. Another more foreign emotion pulsed through him. Fear. A shot exploded. The wolf shrieked as pain ripped through his shoulder. With a mighty lunge, he pounced on the cloaked, muskettoting man fleeing in the distance. The wolf dragged the man onto his back and placed his paws on the heaving chest. Savage eyes stared into his captive's terrified blue ones. Unable to speak in words, the beast's look demanded its desire. Where is she? "I don't have her, you evil bastard. Look for Stratford. He's the one you want," the man bellowed. The scents of other people filled the air. Hoofbeats thudded across the snow-packed countryside. Then he caught it. Her scent. Turning in the direction of the woods, he saw her. The wolf left his captive panting in the snow and raced for the dark-haired, brown-eyed woman. As she ran for him, a storm of bullets pierced the night. The wolf's high-pitched cries of agony stunned his attackers. Those shrieks were far too human. Gunfire ceased. The white snow beneath the gasping wolf turned red with blood and his vision blackened. "No, no, no," she cried, her hands caressing his face. Opening his eyes halfway, the wolf saw through the dimness and blur of impending death that her clothes were stained red. He tried to speak, but the words would not come. Still, his emotions shone in his eyes. I love you. "I love you," she cried and buried her face in his thickly-furred neck. "I love you."

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