Wolf Shifter Diaries: Lies Tamed (Sweet Paranormal Wolf & Fae Fantasy Romance Series Book 2) E. Hall (best fiction novels of all time .txt) 📖

table, reading something. I place the plate in front of him. He straightens and then beams me a smile.

I’ll never get tired of his face. I drop into his lap, planting a kiss on his lips.

“What’s that for?” he asks.

“Wolf breath isn’t so bad, but pizza breath, no thank you. Figured I’d get a smooch first.”

He chuckles.

“Any developments?” I ask.

He shakes his head.

“Me neither. I think we have to go back to Lonsdale. Scope out the secret room again.”

“I was thinking of tracking Clove down and—”

I cut off whatever horribly violent thing he wants to do to my brother for deceiving us. “Maybe we can talk first. Hear his side of the story.”

Corbin’s wolf growls.

“Hey, I gave you a second chance.”

“Is that because I’m irresistible?” he asks playfully.

“Well, yes, and because I believe in us.”

His face softens with seriousness. “Thank you.”

“When it comes to love it’s the big and little things. Picking up my favorite doughnuts, bringing you dinner when you’re working hard, watching cheesy movies together that maybe the other one doesn’t love. It’s accepting your person at their best and their worst and not turning our backs when things get hard. It’s about being open and kind and true.”

“I can do that. I promise. Should we get married or do the fated mates sealing ritual first?”

My wolf yips inside.

I flash the ring on my hand. “Good question, but my wolf answered first.”

“I take it that means the ritual?”

I nod. “Plus, I’m thinking my mom will want to help plan the wedding.”

“Good thing my wallet is deep, considering what she and your dad mentioned about luxury.”

Corbin draws me toward the window. The stars flicker and dance like the lanterns on the path. The crescent moon gleams in the sky, reminding me of the top of the scepter.

“It’s the first day of autumn,” he says then turns to me.

Our lips are a breath away and we linger there. He presses his mouth to mine, sweetly, softly. I return the kiss as if I’ve been waiting for it all my life.

Corbin lets out a wolfy sigh. I smile around his mouth.

As the kiss deepens, it gets hungrier. Our noses and teeth mash together, before slowing again and our kiss turns dreamy. It reminds me of the direction of our lives together—sometimes things will be peaceful, harmonious and other times deeper than the ocean, the sky, and whatever mysteries exist between.

When we part, we lock hands, and gaze through the window into the distance along with our future together with wonderment. The lanterns flicker. The breeze rustles the branches on the nearest tree. I hear a faint song.

On the boundary of the property near the forest, my wolf sight picks out a figure then two, four, ten, too many to count.

Despite Corbin’s hand in mine, I shiver. Or maybe I’m imagining things. Stranger things have happened.

Keep reading... book 3 in the Sweet Paranormal Wolf & Fae Fantasy Romance Series series, Loss Hunted.

An excerpt is below

Chapter 1

Kenna

Deep thought of the day: the greatest education is learning about oneself.

Who knew I was an ace pool player. I slide the billiard’s cue smoothly through my fingers and sink the last striped ball into the corner pocket.

I play it cool at my win when really I’m bouncing inside.

Half the wolf shifters in the room cheer. My opponent, Trigg, groans.

“Are we done?” I ask, lowering my cue and holding it like a staff, er, scepter.

He slaps his cell phone in my hand. “One call, Kenna.”

I arch an eyebrow. “The deal was I get the phone for a full day.”

“Two hours,” Trigg counters.

My wolf growls. “I’m not open to negotiations. This started as whoever won two out of three games. I won twenty-one. It isn’t ping pong or a card game.”

Camilla slides off the edge of her perch on the side of the pool table, where she watched me crush Trigg. “We have a ping-pong table.” She points to the corner where it’s folded up.

Trigg chuckles. “I’m in.”

I shoot him a glare and slide the phone in my pocket.

“Who are you going to call?” Trigg asks.

“None of your business.” Yes, I have a call to make. However, mostly I have research to do—Polaris is woefully underserved when it comes to modern technology. Or rather, internet access. So I have to do what I have to do.

“I’ll see the log and the history,” he says.

“Not if I wipe it clean,” I say, lifting onto tiptoes and practically hissing in his face.

I mean, I shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds me, it is his cell phone, but we had a bet. If I won, I got the use of the phone which strictly speaking he isn’t supposed to have at the wolf Headquarters—it interferes with our power.

I could go all Alpha wolf on him and seize it, but that isn’t how Pack Hjalmor works. Anyway, I know he uses it to send late-night texts to his girlfriend, Avril, who hates me. I’d like to know why, but that’s another matter for another time.

“Password?” I ask, tapping the screen.

“That wasn’t part of the bet.” Trigg smirks like he bested me.

A low growl fills my chest.

He holds up his hands in surrender. “Alright, all right. The password is 1-2-3-4.”

I roll my eyes and try it.

The screen changes to an image of Trigg and Avril with their arms around each other.

I think of Corbin, wondering where he is. Pack duties fill most of his days, and mine, though it’s already evening.

I already did my morning strength and agility practice, weapons and defense, and tactical and strategy training. That was after I had my early