“I couldn’t have you sittin’ on a barrel. “I see you got furniture while I was asleep.” “Oh!” Darla squeaked, her hand covering her mouth. No need to snarl at me like a Doberman.”Įggie carried Darla down the stairs and cut through the living room to get to the dining room. “Well,” she said, her finger stroking down to his nose, “if you’re gonna insist on carrying me, you better get movin’. Or make any sudden moves that might be construed as a threat. In fact, people didn’t giggle around Eggie. She giggled, a sound he didn’t often hear that close to him and definitely not when he was the one causing it. “I’m trying to intimidate you into doing what I want…this isn’t helpin’.” “You know, you’ve got this thing so dang low, it practically touches your nose.” She stared at him for a bit until she raised her hand and pressed her forefinger against his forehead.

He lifted her up, held her tight in his arms. He reached for Darla, slipping his arms under her legs and behind her back. Hell, he had enough food for a small army. “You know,” she said, her smile bright, “I am hungry. That’s when Eggie realized she’d put on one of his T-shirts…and not much else. For food.” Yawning, she sat up and stretched.

Howl For It Excerpt Like a Wolf With a BoneĮggie stared down at the She-wolf until her pretty brown eyes opened, blinking wide at the sight of him.

Howl For It by Shelly Laurenston