Tags:
paranormal romance,
Werewolves,
Entangled,
Marriage of Convenience,
PNR,
ugly duckling,
Kristin Miller,
Covet,
Fated Mates,
Gone with the Wolf,
best friends to lovers,
engagement of convenience,
Four Weddings and a Werewolf,
So I Married a Werewolf
ankle.
“Where’s Humperdinck?”
A whimper escaped from the crate beside the couch.
“He couldn’t control his urges, so we locked him up for a bit.” Tracy fell into the corner of the couch and tucked her knees beneath her. “He took a liking to the TV remote.” She giggled, tossing her hair over her shoulder in an attempt to be flirtatious. “He went after the Roomba too, but yelped when it spun and tried to clean off his paw.”
“Humping prison.” He patted the top of the crate. “Feel bad for you, little guy.”
“Do you know who I feel bad for?” Tracy grabbed his arm and held him tight as she whispered, “You, if you hurt one hair on Faith’s head.”
His huffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not going to hurt her.”
“Then don’t play games.” Tracy’s expression darkened. “Why’d you ask her out?”
He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “Because I want to go out with her. Why else?”
“But she’s not your type.”
“And you know my type?”
“I know that she’s the exact opposite of every single girl you’ve dated in the last year. She’s nice, she’s real, and she’s not some plastic bimbo looking for a fun time.”
“I know that.” He folded his arms over his chest. “Maybe my tastes have changed.”
Her lips twisted. “Maybe so, but consider yourself warned.”
“Warned about what?” Faith’s voice sang from the direction of her bedroom.
Carter turned and sucked in a clipped breath. She was a vision. A staggering beauty in an emerald-green dress that pinched together at her waist and emphasized curves he didn’t realize she had. The dress flared at her hips and covered her feet. The fabric over her chest was loose and scrunched into a few wispy layers that showed off an ample amount of milky-white cleavage.
“What’d you do to her?” he asked, his mouth going dry.
Tracy sighed. “Everything.”
“What do you think?” Faith crossed her hands shyly in front of her. “Too much?”
“No.” He took a step closer. Stopped as his knees wobbled. “You’ll wow everyone at the party.”
She turned her espresso-colored eyes downward as if he’d said something wrong. Didn’t every woman want to turn heads when they went out?
“Are you ready?” he asked, extending his hand.
“Let me get my clutch.” She disappeared into the kitchen.
Tracy snapped for Carter’s attention. “Remember what I did to Humperdinck when he couldn’t control himself. Next stop is the surgeon.” She made cutting motions with her hands. “Snip, snip, if you get my drift. Let that be a lesson to you.”
Suppressing a shiver, Carter stepped outside and waited on the porch for Faith to join him. The pull to the moon made the blood chug through his veins at a normal pace again.
His reaction to seeing Faith was bizarre. So not like him. Must be the full moon…
…
Faith couldn’t stop her knees from shaking. They knocked together all the way down I-90 to Mercer Island, no matter how she pressed her hands against her thighs to make them chill out. She didn’t feel right in this dress. It was too tight. Too much like the dresses that Carter’s other girlfriends wore. Her heels—the black stilettos that Tracy had let her borrow—were too high. She was going to fall right off and sprain her ankle.
This wasn’t her.
But this was who Carter wanted, needed , for tonight.
“You’ll do great,” Carter said, his hands gripping the steering wheel hard as he turned off the freeway. “All you’ve got to do is pretend you’re madly in love with me.”
Shouldn’t be too difficult considering she wasn’t far off.
“I told you, I’ve got this.” She took a deep breath and stared out the window at the full moon.
She could feel its pull tugging on something deep within her. Being a turned wolf, this was the only time of the month when she had the ability to shift. Carter had it easy. As a born wolf, he could shift when he wanted. Although he felt the pull to