In the world of the Shumani, there is only one female per pack. She is their umma Shumani, their queen. But with the privilege of being protected by the handsome wolf-shifters who love her comes the responsibility to keep the pack intact -- and when Sarah Hartwell encounters Kar, the dark, savage son of the renegade Hunt, it’s a responsibility she’s not sure she can live up to.
The way he watches her as if he wants to eat her alive sends tingles down her spine. At the same time it frightens her, all the more so because she’s never seen him assume human form. But Sarah is determined to find a way to bring Kar into the loving circle shared by herself, Larak and Kam…
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Reviews
A ParaNormal Romance Reviewer Top Pick!
4 1/2 Tombstones! "Sierra Dafoe delivers again. The sex scenes are hot, and they only get better when you add Kar into the mix. He’s moody, savage, and tormented: the perfect mix for a hero. Expect the unexpected when you read Dafoe; she takes naughty to a whole new level." -- Bitten by Books
4 Stars! "A quick
and invigorating read. Sarah is open-minded and tender hearted.
Kar is a wild and an injured soul. The sex was very
erotic, including a voyeuristic scene that kept me humming." -- JERR
4 Cherries! "Kar was definitely the star of the show… smoldering and hot. Sierra Dafoe writes an interesting story with incredibly arousing sex scenes, making this another winner in the “Call of the Wild” series." -- Whipped Cream Reviews
4 Hearts! "I thoroughly enjoyed this story; it had a lot of twists and captivated me until the end..." -- The Romance Studio
"The Wolf Queen is a deeply sensual journey of awakening emotional maturity... A primeval forest as backdrop for a powerful alpha female learning her way and the three men promised to her makes The Wolf Queen fascinating entertainment." -- Joyfully Reviewed
Call of the Wild 2:
The Wolf Queen
M/F/M erotic menage
Publisher: Changeling
Format: eBook
Length: Novella
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Excerpt
There -- over by the tree line. That was where he and Hunt had first attacked Larak and the woman.
Kar hunched his shoulders, remembering how she’d whirled to face him, her eyes both frightened and blazing with determination. And he'd done his best to kill her. If it hadn’t been for Larak, he would have succeeded.
Guilt prickled inside him, but he tried to ignore it. His brother’s body was gone, dragged into the trees and picked apart by scavengers, most likely, or perhaps Kam or Larak had slid it into the lake. Kar turned his head, gazing out over the frozen water hidden beneath its thin mantle of snow.
There was nothing to be seen, no knowledge to be gleaned from either that flat white surface or the fire-blackened logs before him. Nothing except maybe proof of how thoroughly the human female had committed herself to the pack, erasing every trace of where she’d gone and any hope of turning back.
The human. The woman.
Sarah.
Every time he thought of her, the unfamiliar heat in his loins flared up like a fire in wind. Listening to the three of them making love in the darkness had been torturous -- her high, ecstatic whimpers, the heavy breaths and deep, hungry groans of his pack-mates as they’d found their own release. He’d held himself motionless, pretending to be asleep until at last he’d been unable to bear it any longer and had stumbled out into the night, arousal beating like a hammer in his groin.
Even now it pulsed inside him, goading him, making him edgy. His balls ached with a steady, throbbing fire. He’d meant to leave -- he should have left -- but every time he’d tried, something had dragged him back to stand beneath the ledge, staring up at the blank face of the cliff above him and imagining the three of them inside it, still making love or else sprawled entangled in the exhausted aftermath.
He wasn’t one of them. He could never be one of them. Trapped in wolf form, he had no way even to relieve the hunger savaging his body. It consumed him, turning his gaze inward till he didn’t see the snow or the lake or the charred remains of the camp -- all he saw was the blackness inside the den, all he heard were the small, panting sounds of Sarah’s arousal, all he smelled was the warm, cloying scent of her, strange and irresistible and utterly intoxicating…
