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He Cried Wolf

He's in love with a werewolf, what could go wrong? Kyla Odin is a werewolf who became one, not by choice. Her parents were killed by the one who changed her. Albert Torino is a normal human superstar police officer, loved by all--especially the women for his good looks, gutsiness, and resilience in the police force. When bodies with animal bites and gunshot wounds start turning up in Glasgow Creek, Albert is called to investigate the murders. He meets Kyla, and his 99% accurate instinct tells him to be wary of her, but his throbbing libido has other plans of its own. Her alluring beauty entraps him into her world of secrets, danger, and lies. There's a killer on the loose. There's a growing sexual tension between them, and there's also the little issue of her shape-shifting abilities. ******* This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. He Cried Wolf. Copyright 2021 by Dewunmi Eri. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in articles or reviews.

Dewunmi_Eri · Urban
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146 Chs

Sixty-three

Later that evening, a cab turned into Albert's driveway and deposited him and Kyla there. His house was a large, handsome structure with a wide porch and white-buttered windows. The garden a tangle of shrubbery mattered with brightly colored plastic toys. It seemed to Kyla that the nanny Albert had told her about, took Bobby out to play earlier that day. She glanced at the BMW parked in the driveway and back at Albert.

"Remind me again why we've been hopping from cab to cab?"

"I haven't been in a driving mood lately." he smiled and reached for her hand. "Let's go inside."

Taking a deep breath, Kyla walked up the path with him. As they passed the porch, she absently admired the ornately carved woodwork on the posts. There were two doors, the outer one oak inset with beveled glass, the inner one wide open. He took out his key and opened the door for them to get in.