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Marisa Chenery

Marisa Chenery was always a lover of books, but after reading her first historical romance novel she found herself hooked. Having inherited a love for the written word, she soon started writing her own novels.

She now writes young adult books and erotic romances.

Marisa lives in Ontario, Canada, with her boyfriend, Steve, four children, four grandchildren (she’s a young grandma in her fifties), and rabbit and dog.

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Love's Nest Title:  Wolves of Aurora-Love's Nest

ISBN:  978-1-98865-914-5

Book two in the Wolves of Aurora series.

Lilin, the owner of Love’s Nest a B&B, always knew her mate would be a werewolf. As a succubus who had been born beautiful instead of ugly, and her refusing to seduce men to steal their energy, she was disowned by her family. When a new werewolf comes to town, she knows he is the one for her.

Galen had come to Aurora to start out fresh. His nose has been the bane of his existence. Deciding to go lone wolf to get away from his problems, he tries to fight his mating urge when he meets Lilin. Knowing she isn’t really his mate, he tries to resist her. The question is, how long can he stay strong when the woman he wishes was his does everything she can to get him into bed?

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She brushed the dirt from her gardening gloves before she took them off. Her cell phone rang and vibrated in her jeans front pocket. She took it out and looked at who called. Lilin smiled. It was her friend, Daker, a werewolf, had recently found his mate. Thora was human, and happened to be a jinx—the result of being cursed. Daker and Thora had managed to break the part of the curse where Thora was to be the death of the man she fell in love with, but the jinx aspect had stuck. Ending the curse had resulted in Thora’s life force being tied to Daker’s.

Lilin accepted the call. “What happened this time, Daker?” Thora being what she was, things tended to fall apart, break, or just stopped working around her. Daker seemed to call Lilin more often than not to borrow a tool he knew she had and he didn’t own that would fix whatever had broken. Being a bit of a handyman, or handywoman, Lilin usually had what he needed.

Daker chuckled. “Who says anything happened?”

“Let’s see,” Lilin said. “Already this week your toilet turned into a geyser, and the legs of your kitchen table just happened to fall off. All at the same time.”

Daker chuckled again. “You got me there. Well, I’m not calling because something broke. Thora asked me to call to see if you wanted to come over and watch a movie with us this evening. She thinks you’re alone too much.”

“I don’t mind being by myself. Once I find my mate, I won’t be alone.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Daker said. “You’re just waiting for your mate—who will happen to be a werewolf—to walk up to your front door and sweep you off your feet. Until then, you’re more than welcome to come to our place.”

“I’ll think about it.” At the sound of footsteps coming from behind her, Lilin turned to face the street. Her breath hitched when she caught sight of the man walking up the front path. “I have to go, Daker. I’ll call you later.” She ended the call before she shoved her cell back into her jeans front pocket.

Lilin couldn’t tear her gaze from the man who was headed her way. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. His straight, dark brown hair that fell just past his shoulders, shone in the bright sunlight. He wore snug-fitting blue jeans and a gray T-shirt that showed off his heavily muscled frame. He held a black leather jacket over his shoulder while he carried a black motorcycle helmet in his other hand. She looked around him. A red Yamaha sport motorcycle was parked on the street in front of the B&B. A large backpack was strapped to the back of the seat.

Lilin sucked in a breath as her gaze met his blue-green eyes. Being a succubus, she could read life forces. The man who approached her was most definitely a werewolf. His extreme good-looks and above-average height—she guessed he had to be six foot nine—marked him as one.

Her heart raced once he stood before her. His eyes widened slightly and took on a muted glow for a split second before he seemed to get a hold of himself. Excitement coursed through her. Could he be her werewolf? Glowing eyes was the sure sign of a male werewolf’s interest in one of the opposite sex.

She smiled. “Can I help you?”

His gaze swept the length of her body before he looked back up at her face. “I was wondering if you had a room available.”

The husky timber of his voice seemed to go right to her pussy. Lilin had to bite back a moan. “I have one. How long will you be staying?”

His grip on his jacket tightened until the leather creaked. “I’m not sure yet. I guess as long as it’ll take for me to find my own place here.”

She nodded. “Welcome to Aurora.”

His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. His gaze swept her body again while his eyes glowed for another split second. Her pussy clenched, and wetness pooled between her legs. She’d found Daker very attractive when they’d first met. She’d even hoped he’d be the werewolf for her, but that hadn’t been the case. The attraction she felt for this one who stood in front of her was much, much stronger than anything she’d ever felt for Daker. The thought of him sleeping at the B&B, even if it was in another bedroom, had Lilin’s body going up in flames.

She held out her hand. “I’m Lilin Love. I own Love’s Nest.”

He put the motorcycle helmet on the ground at his feet before he closed his large hand around hers. A jolt of awareness shot up her arm. “I’m Galen Blackwood.” His voice was even huskier as he stroked his thumb along the inside of her wrist.

Lilin’s nipples grew taut beneath her long-sleeved T-shirt. Her arousal shot up another notch as he continued to stroke her skin. “Nice to meet you, Galen. You can park your motorcycle in the driveway.” Her voice broke a little. She cleared her throat before she continued. “While you move your bike, I’ll go inside and get the key to your room.”

Galen nodded, but he didn’t release her hand. His gaze fell to the front of her shirt. His large chest expanded as he drew in a deep breath. He used their clasped hands to pull her closer. He bent his head, closed his eyes, and took another deep breath. Lilin couldn’t stop the soft moan that pushed past her lips. His eyes snapped open as he abruptly dropped her hand and took a big step back. She wanted to groan with frustration.

Without another word, Galen picked up his motorcycle helmet before he walked toward his bike. Lilin let out a breathy sigh as her gaze fell to his muscled ass. His jeans hugged it to perfection. Liking how things were going so far, she headed up the stairs to the front porch and then let herself inside the B&B. She had a good feeling about Galen.