Her Lone Wolf comes out tomorrow! I'm so excited. I'm sharing an excerpt. If you read Her Perfect Mate, you'll have read this before since I included an excerpt at the end of the book. If so, think of this as a refresher. I'll post another excerpt by Friday. Enjoy!
The first time he met Sage Hall was under rather embarrassing circumstances during their junior year of college. They’d been neighbors for half a semester, but they hadn’t been officially introduced. It’d been close to three in the morning, and he’d been working on a research paper with an imminently looming due date when the ruckus began.
He ignored the loud talking. The residents of their apartment building comprised largely of college students. Hearing rowdy, drunken revelers on the weekend was di rigueur. He expected the voices to move on shortly. Instead, they lingered and grew in volume.
When the off-key singing followed by banging on his door started, Matthew Donovan rose with a resigned sigh. His roommates Randy and Tyler were out carousing. More than likely, these women were here looking for them.
Hell, he’d wanted to go with Randy and Tyler, but his mom worked too hard to pay even a portion of his tuition. She couldn’t afford for him to fuck around and linger at the university for a fifth year. And that’s exactly what would happen if he didn’t concentrate on his studies.
Sure, he’d gone a little wild his first semester. Fortunately, he managed to scrape by with only a couple of C’s and a D as a result. The ultimate punishment had been the tired and disappointed look on his mother’s face when she’d seen his grades.
Fuck, that’d almost broken his heart. He’d seen that same expression on her face far too often because of whatever fuck up his drunken cheat of a father had committed. He never wanted to see that defeated look directed his way again. Or to be the one to cause it. The next semester, he’d returned to school determined to do better. And he had. But between work and his heavy course load, the deadline for this paper had snuck up on him.
Matt glanced through the peephole to see two scantily clad girls giggling and leaning on each other for support. Shaking his head, he opened the door. Swiveling to stare up at him, they both seemed in danger of losing their battle with gravity. His hands shot out to grip the arm of each girl as they swayed toward him.
“Matt!” They chorused loudly. He winced.
How did they know his name? He didn’t recognize either of them. Not as women he’d dated. Randy and Tyler often brought dates home, but these girls didn’t even appear vaguely familiar. Maybe he’d missed a few? It was difficult to keep up. Their bedrooms had revolving doors.
“Hello, ladies. I’m sorry but Randy and Tyler—”
One of the girls scowled and broke his hold on her arm. “Who are Randy and Tyler? Don’t care about them. We came to see it.” She grinned as she leaned well into his personal space. The stench of alcohol assaulted his nostrils.
“Hey, Bren, we agreed. My turn first!”
Bren pouted. “I’m oldest. I should be first.”
Matt rifled his fingers through his hair, yanking the blonde curls at his crown as their argument devolved into a cat fight on his doorstep.
The door of the apartment across the hall swung open with such speed that it spoke volumes about the irritation of the dwelling’s occupants. It was, after all, now three in the morning and this kerfuffle continued to escalate.
Three justifiably angry women in pajamas glared at him. The shortest of the three had a bat slung over her shoulder. One thwacked her hand with a rolling pin in a regular rhythm. And the tallest of the three….
The breath froze in Matt’s lungs. Though tall for a woman, the top of her head only reached his chin. Her ebony hair was parted down the middle and pulled into buns on either side of her head. She had flawless chocolate skin, full lips, and curves that had him tugging his t-shirt down over his burgeoning erection.
As he watched, her sensual lips thinned with disapproval. The bat wielder released a huff. “Slut, are you going to break up your girlfriends or what? Some of us are trying to sleep.”
With all his blood heading south, it took him a moment to realize that he was the “slut” to which she referred. Matt blinked. “I don’t know these women.”
His neighbor with the rolling pin let out a torrent of rapid-fire Spanish too advanced for his three years of studying the language in high school and college. Setting aside her makeshift weapon, she insinuated her way between the bickering girls—not an easy task as Bren had a fistful of her friend’s brown hair. Once they were separated, his tall goddess swiftly restrained Bren and he moved forward to intercept the other pugilist.
Big mistake. She immediately forgot about fighting. She twisted in his arms and draped herself all over him. Matt gagged at her fermented odor. Grinning up at him, she slurred, “My name’s Deb.” She frowned before her cheeks puffed out and she emitted a gurgling sound.
“Oh, shit.” He struggled to get her off him before she could blow.
Fortunately, Deb got herself under control. Within seconds, she leered up at him as if nothing had occurred. “Can I see it?”
“See what?”
She wiggled her hips against him, and he hurriedly shifted back before she made contact with his erection.
“You know. It. The monster. The legend. Matt, Jr.”
His mouth dropped open as the women behind her snickered. “What the hell?”
Bat girl’s eyes widened. “Matt Donovan? You’re that Matt?” She turned to her roommates. “Ladies, we’re living across from a celebrity.”
“Again, what the hell?”
His goddess sighed. “Let’s get these girls a ride home and then we can explain his celebrity status to Matt.”
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