Tips For Dating A Werewolf—by James Newcomb
Hello, ladies...and gentlemen. I will be taking over this blog post because Cait’s attempt to give you insights into the lupine psyche were bumbling and clumsy. I’ll forgive her, only because she’s lovely and holds my fate in her hands.
The first and most important rule when dating a werewolf is this—Run. We lupine can do a lot of things, but denying our baser instincts is not one of them, and there is nothing more primal than the instinct to stalk, pursue and capture our prey. And let me assure you, all of you lovely, mouthwatering ladies are our prey. When you run from us, we will chase you and I promise you’ll enjoy being caught.
Secondly, but just as important, is to resist. My fellow lupines might castrate me for revealing this little tidbit, but it must be said. We are alpha males. We use our intimidating presence to get our way, and we do. Often. Deep down, however, we love a challenge. So fight, resist, flee. Make us drag you kicking and screaming. The anticipation heightens our enjoyment and in turn will heighten yours.
Finally, in case you weren’t aware of a certain possessive aspect of lupine nature, once you are caught, you’re caught for good. We don’t share. You are ours. There is no prenup to sign, there are no wolf divorce courts. On the up side, they’re unnecessary. Once a lupine has met and caught his true mate, he’ll go to the ends of the earth to ensure her happiness. So congratulations, all of you lucky ladies. You’re about to get on the ride of your life.
Excerpt from Hunter Moon
I turned toward the warden. He looked boyish as he stood there, eyes down with his hands in his pockets, all he needed was to kick a rock with his foot and say “aw gee”. I watched the deputy and Jesse drive down my driveway and yawned. Too tired to be irritated, I started to say goodnight, but when he looked up at me with such amusement in his eyes I froze, wary.
“You know, if you wanted to see me today, you didn’t have to find a dead body. You could have just called.” I stood there, stunned, with my mouth hanging open. Okay, I guess I’m not that tired anymore.
“Of all the stupid, narcissistic—” I breathed, but before I could flinch, Cash had closed the distance between us and held my face in his hands. Too startled to move, he kissed me. Not just any kind of kiss, either, but a full on, overpowering, knee buckling kiss. His lips were full and soft on mine, and I let out a small moan and sank into his chest.
Not one to waste an opportunity, he darted his tongue in my mouth and started to explore. I reveled in the taste of him. Something in my head clicked, and I felt like this was where I was supposed to be. His strong arms were wrapped around me, pulling against his warm, hard chest. Even his musky scent smelled like home. Where have you been? A small voice in my head asked.
As abruptly as it had started, he pulled away and stepped back, breathing heavily. I swayed a little when he let go of me, sure I was about to pass out. His eyes were intense, like blue lasers cutting right through me, but he smiled.
“Don’t go riding by yourself anymore, Shelby.” He tweaked my nose. “I don’t want you bumbling into a pot stand and getting yourself killed. It’s too much paperwork for me.” And then he was in his truck driving away. I raised my hand to my lips and stared after him bewildered.
What had just happened?