Alisha: Please welcome Karilyn Bentley to my blog today! Your guests were kinda chummy in the green room. Is it a full moon or what?
Karilyn: Hi Alisha, Thank you for having us visit with you today! I’ve brought along special guests, the hero and heroine from my novella, Wolf Mates. Please welcome Zane and Margie.
ZANE AND MARGIE: Thank you for having us blog with you!
KARILYN: Thank you for coming! Zane, let’s start with you. Tell us a bit about yourself.
ZANE: Until I met Margie, I was an enforcer in my pack. Hated the job since the pack’s alpha controlled us. You’ll have to read to find out more about what a *** Sid was.
MARGIE (elbowing ZANE): Hon, I think this is a PG-13 blog. You probably shouldn’t use those kinds of words.
ZANE: Sorry. But it’s an accurate description.
KARILYN: I know, but Margie’s right. I’m glad that you are no longer in that pack.
ZANE: Not as glad as I am.
MARGIE: Gladly. I’m the London, Montana pack’s alpha. Yes, I know it’s odd for a female to be an alpha, you don’t have to look at me like that.
KARILYN: Sounds like you enjoy the job.
MARGIE: Very much so. I run a good pack, right down to the young pups.
KARILYN: It’s so nice to hear when people enjoy their jobs. Let’s go back to Zane. Tell us what you first thought of when you saw Margie.
ZANE: I smelled her first and knew she was my mate. I was injured at the time and was out of it. When I woke and saw her, I thought she was the best looking woman ever. Then she got pissed at me.
KARILYN: I’m glad to see she’s no longer upset with you. Margie, what about you? What did you first think when you saw Zane?
MARGIE: This is a bit embarrassing, but my first thought was oh no, I don’t need a mate. I knew he was my mate from the way I reacted to his scent, but it was so hard to let go of my pack. It’s worked out pretty well though.
ZANE: Just pretty well?
KARILYN: Moving on. Zane, what was the best thing Margie ever did for you?
ZANE: If I say that, it’ll give the story away. Mating me is right up there, so I’ll say that instead. She mated me and took me into her life.
KARILYN: Aw, that’s sweet. I’m glad it worked out for you. Margie, what about you? What was the best thing Zane did for you?
MARGIE: He defers most of the pack’s decisions to me. A lot of alpha males wouldn’t, but he doesn’t seem to mind. It might sound silly, but being able to lead my, I mean our, pack, is very important to me.
ZANE: And it’s hot, babe, hot.
KARILYN (fanning face): Okay, it’s getting a bit warm in here. Zane, is there anything you’d change about Margie?
ZANE: I love her just the way she is. But I would change her position right now. Come here, babe and—
KARILYN: Okay, okay. PG-13 blog remember? None of that. Margie, is there anything you’d change about Zane?
MARGIE: I have to admit, I do agree with him about the changing position thing.
ZANE: I said I’d work on it.
MARGIE: I know. Karilyn asked, so I had to answer.
KARILYN: Well, our time is up. It looks like you are about to have a good evening. But before we go, is there anything else you’d like to tell the readers?
ZANE: Tell them thank you for checking out our story.
MARGIE: We hope they enjoy it.
KARILYN: Thank you for stopping by! Hope you have a good trip home.
“Hey, in there. I’m going to open the door. Don’t even think about taking me down.” As if he could. If she knew he was her mate, she assumed he could sense that she was his. And a male would never hurt his mate. Although if he wanted to take her down and sex her senseless she wouldn’t oppose him.
Pull it together, Margie! How can you think of sex at a time like this?
She shook her head-who would have thought meeting her mate would cause sexual thoughts to overwhelm her common sense-and rapped on the door. “Do you hear me?”
“I do. Why am I locked in?”
She liked his voice. Maybe she could get him to speak more just to hear the melodious rumble as it crossed her skin. By the saints, what was she thinking? Hello, Margie, pull your head out of your hormones and channel your inner alpha.
After she pushed the code into the keypad, she turned the knob and pushed open the door. Spilled soup lay in twisting rivulets across the floor, flowing from the broken bowl. The tray lay behind the mess. Zane stood in front of the bed, arms crossed, completely naked with the exception of a silver torc around his neck. Oh yeah, she could get used to the eye candy. It was impressive.
Eye contact, Margie, eye contact.
Like meeting his eyes helped. Black brows and thick lashes framed amber eyes that gleamed with questions. Sleep-tussled black hair shot through with silver and tan hung in waves to his shoulders. Above a white bandage wrapped around his middle, tight curls dusted his chest and below the bandage the curls led in a trail from his navel to...
Eyes, Margie, eyes.
Wolf Mates is available from The Wild Rose Press HERE.
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