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OH, CANADA!/BIG CITY PACK-WEREWOLF CLAIMED ISBN:  978-1-41993-721-7 BUY Reviews Chapter One Draven lifted his lupine head and sniffed the air. He couldn’t get enough of it. Compared to downtown Toronto, the scents up north in Muskoka were clean and fresh. Maybe that was why he felt drawn to come to the lake house on Buck Lake more often than not lately. It was good to get away from the smog, to run through the bush as a wolf. Then there was the whole Rick fiasco. God, Draven couldn’t believe he had called that scumbag a friend. Rick was the lowest of the low, and deserved being kicked out of their pack. The other man’s last words to Draven had been a threat to find him and make him pay for turning Rick in. His ex pack mate knew Draven had a lake house here, but Draven doubted Rick would be so stupid as to follow him. If it came down to a fight, Draven was the stronger of the two. And Rick knew it. Draven loped through the trees, enjoying the fact there was no one else around for miles. No mortals he’d have to hide from while in this form. He’d made sure when he bought the lakefront property twenty years before that he could purchase the lots on either side of it. He liked his privacy and didn’t want mortal neighbors intruding upon it. Lowering his nose to the ground he smelled the scent of a rabbit that had recently been in the area. Draven didn’t bother to try to pick up its trail. He wasn’t in the mood to chase one for the fun of it. He’d arrived late that morning and hadn’t been able to ignore the call of the great outdoors. He’d already been out running for a few hours and it was now early afternoon. He continued on his way, making the wide loop he’d set for himself back toward the house. The sun that managed to shine through the thick foliage high above him was hot. It was a perfect day for a swim. He intended to jump into the lake and do just that very soon. Reaching the back of the place he considered his second home, Draven reached for the magic deep inside him and shifted to his human form, willing his athletic shorts and muscle shirt on at the same time. He’d go inside, change into his bathing suit and head for his dock. Draven had only taken a step in the direction of the sliding glass door when he heard a male voice swearing up a storm. Sound traveled better over the water, but with his sensitive werewolf hearing, he knew the man wasn’t far from the waterside of his property. Deciding he’d better investigate, he changed direction and headed toward the front of the house. He spotted a small boat on the lake about twenty feet away from the end of his dock. A solitary man stood at the back of it, smacking the hell out of the top of the outboard motor. Draven quickly walked down the well-worn path to the dock. He smiled as the man swore again. “You goddamn mother fucker, start already.” “You sound as if you could use a little help,” Draven said loud enough for the man to hear. The other man’s head whipped around, causing the boat to rock. He used his hand to shade his eyes as he looked at Draven. “Maybe a little. This piece-of-crap motor won’t start. It seemed fine when I left the cottage.” As if to show the truth of his words, he took hold of the manual pull start and roughly yanked on it. After the third time, the boat rocked so violently the man lost his balance and fell over the side into the water. Draven roughly pulled off his shirt, prepared to dive in after him, but the other man surfaced a few seconds later. He smacked the water. “Just fucking perfect.” He swam closer to the boat and hauled himself into it. “Why don’t you use one of the oars to paddle over to my dock,” Draven called. “I’m pretty handy when it comes to motors.” The man snorted. “I would if I could. Dumb-ass that I am, I didn’t think to look to see if there were any in the boat before I left. And wouldn’t you know it, there aren’t. I’ve drifted, allowing the current to take me wherever it wants for the last twenty minutes.” “Hold on. I have some rope that should be long enough to reach you.” Draven took off at a run and went to his boathouse situated close to the dock. Inside, he grabbed the length of coiled rope out of the bottom of his power boat before heading back outside. At the end of the dock, he tied it to one of the attached metal rings. “Are you ready to catch?” he asked the man. “Yeah, but I don’t know if you’re going to be able throw it this far.” Without answering, Draven flung the coil of rope out over the water, putting all of his werewolf strength behind it. It came up a little short, but the other man was able to fish the end out of the lake. Seeing he had a good hold of it, Draven pulled, towing the boat toward the dock. Once it was parallel with it, he held the side of the small water craft while the man used another rope to tie it to the dock. Draven backed away as his visitor stepped up beside him. The breeze changed direction, blowing in his face. Drawing in a deep breath of the man’s scent, realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He stiffened, fighting not to pounce on him as his mating urge roared to life. His cock instantly became hard. It was all he could do to stop the growl of need that built inside him from pushing past his lips. Completely unaware of Draven’s state, his would-be mate said, “Thanks, man. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t happened to come along. I’m Wyatt, by the way.” He stuck out his hand. “Draven,” he said, gritting his teeth against the shot of arousal the simple touch of shaking hands caused.

Reviews 4 Cherries:  I loved the intensity of the emotions in this book. It was nice to see the spark between these two turn into something more as the story progressed. Draven and Wyatt are a great couple. I was so engrossed with this story that I read it in one sitting. The author takes the reader for a wonderful ride into the world of werewolves and their mates. I enjoyed my time in this world and will gladly return with the next book.--Mistletoe, Whipped Cream 3.75 Stars:  Werewolf’s Claimed by Marisa Chenery is a sexy paranormal romance that was a fun and fast read for me. The creative and easy style of writing that Ms. Chenery has kept me interested in this erotically charged story from start to finish. I really liked this story. It’s a fast read and has some very erotic moments between the two main characters. Since I’m a fan of paranormal romance, I enjoyed some of the werewolf traditions that Ms. Chenery created and found the Werewolf Claimed was a very enjoyable read.--Daisiemae, Night Owl Reviews 4 Ravens:  Marisa Chenery’s Werewolf Claimed is a very good shifter book, with the added feature that it is an m/m romance. Werewolf Claimed is up to Ms. Chenery’s usual standards, which are high, and this book did not disappoint. I enjoyed this episode of the Big City Pack series and look forward to the next installment.--Mrs. C., Blackraven's Reviews What starts out as a vacation turns into a passion filled future for two men in Werewolf Claimed. I loved watching as both Wyatt and Draven danced around their attraction to each other trying to figure out if the other man was straight or not. Even though their passion was fast, I enjoyed seeing that it wasn’t the only thing between them – there was comfort, the need to protect and humor as well. The confrontation between Draven and the lone wolf proved the lengths Draven would go to keep his mate safe. Werewolf Claimed takes hot passion and shows all the other aspects that combine with it to bring a true love.--Jo, Joyfully Reviewed

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