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  • Series: Wild About You Novel (Book 3)
  • Mass Market Paperback: 336 pages
  • Publisher: Signet (April 3, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0451237323
  • ISBN-13: 978-0451237323
  • Product Dimensions: 4.3 x 0.9 x 6.8 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 5.6 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.2 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (24 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #985,402 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

A romance writing career has brought Vicki Lewis Thompson many wonderful things –New York Times bestseller status, an appearance on LIVE with Regis and Kelly, the Nora Roberts Lifetime Achievement Award from Romance Writers of America, thousands of readers, many dear friends, and the cutest little yellow convertible in the world. Her career has also given her work she loves.
Although she’s written more than 100 books, she continues to be fascinated by the many ways that a man and woman fall in love. The age-old story remains a challenging puzzle to be solved anew with each book. That makes her a very lucky person, indeed. 

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Colin MacDowell was one jet-lagged werewolf. The trip from Scotland to Aunt Geraldine’s private island off the coast of Washington State hadn’t seemed this arduous the last time he’d made it. Apparently a seventeen-year-old pup could take more travel abuse than a thirty-two-year-old Were.

A dark-haired werewolf in human form named Knox Trevelyan had greeted Colin at SeaTac International on this balmy June afternoon and had escorted him to a private helipad. Knox operated an air taxi service, one of many businesses owned by the powerful Trevelyan pack in the Seattle-Tacoma area.

“I’m really sorry about your aunt,” Knox said as he loaded Colin’s suitcase and carryon into the helicopter.

“Thank you. It was a shock.” Colin was touched by the sincerity in Knox’s voice.

Colin’s Scottish aunt and her Vancouver-born mate, Henry Whittier, had avoided Trevelyan pack politics in favor of a quiet existence on their little island. Henry’s death a few years ago hadn’t made much of a stir in the local Were community, which was how Geraldine had wanted it. Colin hadn’t expected anyone to mourn Geraldine’s passing, either.

“I was there when she died,” Knox said.


“Yeah. Her personal assistant, Luna Reynaud, called me in the middle of the night. I flew over to the island with the best Were medical team in Seattle. They tried, but they couldn’t save her. Her heart just gave out.”

“So it was you who made that emergency run?” Colin held out his hand to the pilot. “I can’t tell you how grateful I am for that.”

Knox returned his handshake firmly. “I wish we’d been in time.”

“From what her lawyer said, nobody could have made it in time. But considering how they’d avoided being part of the community, you went beyond what could be expected.”

“They didn’t have much of a pack mentality, but they donated generously to our environmental work.”

Colin nodded. “I did know about that.”

“Besides, Geraldine was a hoot. I’d pick her up every month or so for her recreational shopping trips in Seattle. Even after Henry passed away, she still loved hitting the resale shops for designer clothes and shoes.”

“I’m sure she did.” The thought was bittersweet. Geraldine had specified that the contents of her closet be donated to charity, so he’d see to that while he was there. She’d willed a few pieces of jewelry to her household staff, and he’d distribute that, too.

Knox sighed. “Damn shame. Well, might as well get you over there.”

“Right.” Colin climbed into the small chopper. Once he was settled in, his jet-lagged brain nudged him to do the polite thing and ask how the Trevelyan pack was faring.

“Quite well,” Knox replied. “My father runs a tight ship, and all the various concerns, including my air taxi service, are showing healthy profits.”

“Excellent.” Colin remembered another bit of disturbing Were news that he wanted to check out while he was in America. “We got word over in Scotland about the Wallace pack— two brothers each taking human mates. Is any of that happening in your pack?”

“Not that I’ve heard. But I met Aidan and Roarke Wallace last year, and they both seem happy with their choices. Maybe taking a human mate can work in some cases.”

“It seems bloody reckless to me.” Colin had used those very words the last time he’d had an argument about human-Were mating with his younger brother, Duncan.

Knox shrugged. “Time will tell.”

“It’s a colossal mistake.” Colin shuddered at the possibility of humans breaching the security of the Were world. Through the ages, werewolves had suffered horribly whenever humans had uncovered their existence, so secrecy was the only protection they had.

Humans could be business associates, perhaps friends, and occasionally even lovers. But they couldn’t be trusted with the knowledge that Were packs controlled much of the wealth in major cities all over the world. One Were mating with one human risked all Weres losing everything, not to mention how it would dilute the werewolf gene pool.

Then there was the issue of whether the half-breed offspring would be Were or human, something the parents wouldn’t know until their child reached puberty. Colin couldn’t imagine waiting until then to discover if he’d sired a Were or a human. He shuddered at the thought.

Knox reached for his headset. “You could be right, but at this point it’s not a problem we’re dealing with in Seattle.” He turned to Colin. “Ready to go?”

“Yes.” Or as ready as he’d ever be. The sound of the rotor sabotaged any further conversation, and he was happy to slip back into his jet-lagged stupor. Exhaustion coupled with guilt sapped his desire for small talk.

Although he’d spent five summers on the island—from the age of twelve until he turned seventeen—he hadn’t been back since. What was done was done and he couldn’t change anything now, but regret weighed on his soul.

He could come up with a million excuses for why he hadn’t visited. He’d been busy earning an economics degree. Then he’d dealt with his father’s poor health, and eventually he’d taken over as laird of Glenbarra. But surely in the past fifteen years he could have spared a week or two?

Nostalgia gripped him as the chopper approached Seattle. The Space Needle rose like an exclamation mark that would forever identify the city, and would forever remind him of the day he’d spent playing tourist with Geraldine. She’d treated him to dinner in the Needle’s revolving restaurant where he’d gazed endlessly at the lights that sparkled below them like the Milky Way.

Closing his eyes, Colin leaned back against the headrest and dozed. He roused himself as the chopper veered northwest and skimmed over Puget Sound headed for the San Juans, an archipelago that included dozens of islands large and small. They all had official names on the map, but Colin had forgotten what his aunt’s island was called. Now he just thought of it as Le Floret.

On his first visit, he’d told Geraldine that the island looked like a giant clump of broccoli rising from the sea. She’d promptly declared they would call it Le Floret from now on instead of whatever boring name the map showed. She’d laughed whenever she’d told that story. She’d had a great laugh.

As Knox began the descent, wind from the spinning blades ruffled water bright as polished chrome. Colin blamed the glare for making his eyes water. Taking off his Wayfarers, he wiped away the moisture before settling the sunglasses back in place. Soon he’d walk into Whittier House, and Aunt Geraldine wouldn’t be there. That was going to be very tough.

A maverick to the end, she’d nixed the idea of a funeral. Her lawyer had read Colin her final instructions over the phone, and they were typical Geraldine. Just dump my ass—I mean ashes—in with Henry’s and sprinkle them on Happy Hour Beach while you toast us with a very dry martini. Make sure we’re shaken, not stirred.

Then the lawyer had dropped the bombshell. Geraldine had left all her worldly possessions—the island, the turreted, Scottish-style mansion Henry had built for her, and every valuable antique in that mansion—to Colin. It was an incredibly wonderful gesture, but he wished to hell she hadn’t done it.

Much as he’d loved his irreverent aunt, he had no use for an island and an estate halfway around the world from Glenbarra. Sure, he had some fond memories of Le Floret and Whittier House, but keeping the property would be sentimental and impractical. As the new laird, he couldn’t afford to be either.

Geraldine’s lawyer had provided the name of a reputable Were real estate agent from Seattle, and Colin had contacted him before leaving Scotland. The agent would arrive the following afternoon, which would give Colin a chance to scatter the ashes and get some sleep.

That left the matter of the staff at Aunt Geraldine’s estate. That old codger Hector was still the groundskeeper, but the others had been hired since Colin had last visited. Perhaps the new owner would need them, but if not, Colin would hand the more recent hires a generous severance check and a letter of recommendation. He’d set up some sort of pension for Hector in recognition of his many years of service.

Selling a place that had meant so much to his aunt didn’t make him particularly happy. Geraldine had probably hoped that he’d cherish the estate as she had. But he couldn’t imagine flying more than twelve hours each way and dealing with an eight-hour time difference on a regular basis.

Logically, he had no choice but to unload what could become an albatross around his neck. The proceeds would bolster the MacDowell coffers, and after years of his father’s financial neglect and Duncan’s carefree lifestyle, the coffers could use some bolstering.


The rapid beat of helicopter blades vibrated the crystal chandelier over Luna Reynaud’s head and sent music and rainbows dancing through the entry hall. Tension coiled in her stomach. This Scottish laird had the power to ruin everything for her and the rest of the staff if he refused to consider her plan.

But he would consider it. He had to. She’d finally found a place where she belonged. Not only was she living among Weres for the first time in her life, but she was part of a close-knit community. She wasn’t about to give that up without a fight. The loss of Geraldine had been a cruel blow, and she grieved along with the rest of the staff. If, on top of that, she lost this precious haven, too...

Well, she wouldn’t. No doubt Colin would arrive planning to sell the island. Although Geraldine had lovingly recounted tales from the five summers he’d spent here, he hadn’t been back since, so how much did he really care about it?

It was impractical as a second home, or in his case, second castle. Geraldine had called it a house, but no mere house had four towers, sixteen turrets, fourteen bedrooms, ten fireplaces, and twenty giant tapestries.

But if Luna could convince Colin that this old pile, as Geraldine used to call it, would make a fabulous Were vacation spot, half the battle was won. If he’d trust her to manage it for him, then voila, an income stream for him and jobs for her and the staff. Most important of all, she wouldn’t have to leave a place that felt like home and people who had become her family.

She planned to appeal to his business sense, but she hoped he had a sentimental streak, too. Repeating the stories Geraldine had told her might stir his nostalgic memories and make him reluctant to sell.

She wouldn’t start her campaign right away, though. First she’d let him settle in and recover from his long journey. To help him do that, she’d provide him with every comfort Whittier House had to offer.

Preparations for his stay had begun the moment she’d been told of his arrival. When Geraldine was alive, Luna had managed the household while Dulcie and Sybil cleaned, Janet cooked, and Hector took care of the grounds with the help of some local teenaged Weres. But so much hinged on Colin’s visit that Luna had spent the past few days working side by side with Dulcie and Sybil.

She’d oiled woodwork, polished silver, and scrubbed the pink marble floor in the entry hall until she could see her face in it. This morning she’d wielded a duster on an extension pole to clean the magnificent chandelier that greeted visitors when they first walked through the carved front door. Then she’d switched it on to make sure that every facet sparkled.

But now late-afternoon sunlight streamed through a window set above the massive door, a window placed there specifically to fill the entry hall with rainbows on sunny days. Luna turned off the artificial light. No point in letting Colin think she wasted resources. He was a Scot, after all, and they were supposed to be frugal.

Although she’d spent the first twelve years of her life in New Orleans, the city that proudly suggested “Let the good times roll,” she could be frugal, too. Thriftiness was one of the virtues that she intended to mention when she proposed her concept. Self-reliance was another.

She’d never known her father, and her mother had died when she was eight. She’d fled her grandmother’s house at fourteen and had been on her own ever since. She’d survived just fine.

Pulling her phone from the pocket of her tailored slacks, she called Dulcie. “Time for y’all to line up.”

“I heard the helicopter. I’ll get Sybil.” Dulcie’s voice was breathless. No doubt she was anxious about this moment, too, because she knew that they had to impress their visitor or risk leaving the island forever.

“Get Janet, too.”

“She’ll be watching her soap.”

“I know.” Janet’s skills rivaled those of Emeril, but she was also addicted to soap operas and had a flat-screen in the kitchen. “Tell her to TiVo it and march herself out here. We want him to fall in love with Whittier House all over again, so fawning is in order.”

“I’ll get her.”

“Thanks. I estimate we have less than five minutes before Hector meets him at the helipad and brings him in.” She mentally crossed her fingers. She didn’t worry so much about the behavior of the two housekeepers and the cook, who all understood the gravity of the situation.

Hector was a different story. He’d been working for Geraldine and Henry ever since their marriage forty-five years ago. He considered himself part of the family rather than an employee. At sixty-eight, he was probably ready to retire now that they were both gone. He had nothing to lose and didn’t take kindly to direction.

When she’d suggested using the electric cart to transport Colin and his luggage to the house, Hector had rolled his eyes. “It’s just Colin, for crying out loud. He knows the place backward and forward. He doesn’t expect that kind of mollycoddling.”

“He might now that he’s a laird.” Luna wasn’t clear on exactly what being a laird entailed, but the title sounded elegant to her. Certainly worthy of being met with an electric cart.

“It’s no more than a hundred yards,” Hector had said. “Ferrying a perfectly healthy Were from the helipad to the front door is plain ridiculous, and Colin would think I’d gone senile if I tried it. Most folks have wheels on their suitcases. If he doesn’t, I’ll help carry. That’s plenty hospitable, if you ask me.”

Luna had known better than to argue with Hector. Short of driving the cart herself, which she didn’t intend to do because she wanted to be waiting in the entry hall with the staff lined up like they did in the movies, she was stuck with letting Colin walk and drag his suitcase along the curved and somewhat bumpy path from the helipad to the front door.

Sybil, who was in her mid-forties, arrived in the entry hall ahead of Dulcie and Janet. Short, dark-haired, and plump, Sybil had given up on finding a mate and now spent her free time making decorative items from driftwood. Dulcie, a curvaceous, fiftyish redhead with traces of gray in her curly hair, showed up next. She’d been widowed young and still dreamed of finding someone to share her golden years.

That wasn’t the case with Janet, a buxom blonde in her late forties who had no interest in another mate. She’d adored her late husband and couldn’t imagine anyone else measuring up. Janet entered the hallway last. She wore a bib apron over her T-shirt and jeans.

Luna recognized the cook’s shirt because it was one of Janet’s favorites. It spelled out you can’t touch this! in bright red letters across her ample chest. Fortunately the apron covered most of the message. Geraldine had never required uniforms of her staff, so they all dressed for comfort and as an expression of their personal style.

Sybil favored sweats and loose cotton blouses that disguised her ample figure, while Dulcie liked capris and sparkly T-shirts that highlighted her shape. Luna wondered now if Colin would be expecting uniforms. The three female Weres looked more like girlfriends who’d met for coffee than a trained staff of professionals. But it was too late to do anything about it now.

Besides, with Geraldine gone, Luna wasn’t sure how much authority she had to make changes. Probably none, and besides, she didn’t want to alienate anyone by implying that their clothing wasn’t appropriate. They’d approved of her plan for saving their jobs, but that didn’t mean she was in charge of the entire operation. At least not yet.

In fact, she was technically the junior member of the group since she was the last one hired. Nobody deferred to her. In fact, all three affectionately teased her about her Southern accent and her celibate existence, which was admittedly unusual for a female Were of twenty-seven.

Luna didn’t mind the teasing, but she wasn’t ready to explain that she was a virgin who’d never dared to have a relationship with a Were or a human. Her human mother had died without telling her that she’d been fathered by a Were. On a stormy night soon after her fourteenth birthday, she’d had her first period, which she’d expected, followed by her first shift, which she hadn’t.

She’d run away, convinced that she was a monster who would be hunted and killed. Although she eventually figured out she wasn’t the only Were in the world, she also knew that she was a half-breed. She assumed that wasn’t a good thing and could mean rejection if any Were found out.

She’d buried that secret deep and kept on the move, trusting neither humans nor Weres. She hadn’t felt safe until she’d set foot on Le Floret and had met Geraldine. For the first time she’d remained in one place long enough to bond with Were females. Maybe someday she’d work up the courage to confide her half-breed ancestry to her new friends, if they all managed to stay here under Colin’s ownership.

She’d lived on the island less than a year, replacing a Were who’d made the mistake of patronizing Geraldine as if age had left her mentally incapable. Luna was grateful for that departed Were’s tactless behavior, because it had allowed Luna to live in a place that had felt like home from the moment she’d arrived.

Janet took off her apron and glanced around, as if searching for a place to put it. Now every word on her shirt stood out as if written in flashing neon.

“I think wearing the apron is better,” Luna said. “That way he knows immediately that you’re the chef. He’ll be tired from all that traveling, and he’s dealing with grief just like the rest of us. He might have trouble remembering who we are and what each of us does.”

Sybil grinned. “Personally, I think he’ll remember that T-shirt, no problem.”

“My T-shirt?” Janet glanced down at her chest and groaned. “I completely forgot I was wearing this one.” She quickly donned the apron again. “I’m not used to having a male around.”

“Hector’s a male,” Dulcie pointed out.

“I mean a male, as in broad shoulders, narrow hips, nice tush. In other words, not Hector.”

“I hadn’t even thought about whether he’d be good-looking or not,” Sybil said. “Does anybody know?”

“Geraldine showed me a picture of him when he was seventeen,” Luna said. “He was tall and skinny, with big hands and feet.” And a beautiful smile, but she decided not to mention that. They’d accuse her of being interested, which she wasn’t.

Dulcie threw back her shoulders and tugged down the hem of her rhinestone-studded shirt. “You know what they say about big hands and big feet. And he’ll probably sound like Sean Connery. I’d love me some Scottish brogue.”

“Geraldine said he was privately tutored to minimize his accent,” Luna said.

“Even better.” Dulcie smiled. “A cultured Scottish brogue.”

Janet elbowed her. “Cool it, Dulcie. He’s thirty-two, so he’s young enough to be your kid.”

“Just barely! I may be a wolf, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be a cougar, too.”

“Plus he’s probably pledged to some high-placed Were back in Scotland,” Sybil added. “Someone to fill the slot as the next lairdess.”

Lairdess?” Janet frowned. “I don’t know beans about Scottish titles, but that can’t be right.”

Sybil started to giggle. “Yeah, that has to be wrong. Can you imagine being called Your Lairdess?”

“Especially if she has some junk in the trunk.” Dulcie got the giggles, too.

Janet began prancing around with her fanny sticking out. “Make way for Her Royal Lairdess! Her Royal Lairdess is coming through!” She was in midprance, with everyone laughing, including Luna, when the front door opened.

She swung around to face the door. So much for the dignified greeting she’d planned. Then she looked into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, and forgot every blessed preparation she’d made for this moment.

Colin MacDowell was, hands down, the most beautiful creature in the universe.

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New York Times bestselling author Vicki Lewis Thompson divides her writing time between nerd heroes and cowboy heroes and is threatening to dream up a book about a nerdy cowboy. The recipient of Romance Writers of America's Nora Roberts Lifetime Achievement Award, she has more than a hundred published books and has at least a hundred more story ideas swirling in her head.

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They are funny and well written.
Pam Hartje
The ending of the story was also awkward, but considering I kept asking myself how they were going to do it in the end it seems to fit things well enough.
So if you are looking for a rallying and spellbinding book read this is the book and series for you.

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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful By Jetches on July 28, 2012
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Well when you throw in a good Irish accent and make the man a werewolf I think my heart thumps a little faster. I am a werewolf girl. I've come to realize and accept this and the third book in the series introduces us to two weres falling in love with each other, but Colin is a little bit prejudice and Luna has been hiding her entire life. So they make for a different couple. At first it didn't seem that Colin was really into Luna, but of course his true colours show later on. And for a girl like Luna, who has been hiding all her life, she sure knows how to loosen up. I loved the characters. Thompson is very good at creating strong independent women, but for some reason they always take a step on the dependent side near the end. They always change their lives for the men in them. Sometimes this upsets me, but sometimes its seems to fit the characters and circumstances. Although the ending was a little bit awkward, and the bad guy in this story didn't feel so "bad" more "sad" I still enjoyed the characters and the story. I will be definitely keeping up with this series.
Luna: Independent, organized, cherishes what she has, and isn't fooling herself with what may be, instead she sticks to her guns and making it all happen.
Colin: Irish Brogue who happens to he a werewolf? Yes, please. Add a sentimental side to him and you have yourself a winner.
The plot was a little weak. I expected a "badder" bad guy. The ending of the story was also awkward, but considering I kept asking myself how they were going to do it in the end it seems to fit things well enough.
Overall (Writing style, story line, and general):
Awkward in some placed, but good overall.
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Colin MacDowell, alpha of a powerful Scotland clan, loved his aunt Geraldine but isn't happy she left him her mansion and island off the coast of Washington in her will. Arriving at the island brings back fond memories from his youth and after meeting his aunt's beautiful assistant Luna, Colin starts to think inheriting the island isn't so bad after all. After years of being alone, half were-half human Luna Reynaud finally found a home with Geraldine. Not wanting to leave her safe haven, Luna comes up with a profitable ideal of making it a exclusive shifter retreat. As she works to convince him her ideal is worth a shot, Luna finds herself becoming more and more attracted to the irresistible Colin but his belief that only pure blooded weres should mate may keep them apart.

Though Colin and Luna are nothing that I haven't already come across in this genre, I still thought they made a cute couple. Luna is an attractive, intelligent woman who lost her parents at a young age and didn't find out what she was until she hit puberty. She'd prefer to get by in life without anyone noticing her. Colin is handsome and smart and from a influential shifter pack. He's against human/were matings because of the threat of exposure. From the moment Colin arrives, a relationship starts to form but is threatened when Colin reveals his feelings on matings. Seemingly okay with the understanding there could never be anything serious between them, Colin helps Luna explore all the sexual wonders that comes with being a werewolf and it's not long before they become more emotionally involved than they wanted to be. Their relationship was predictable but I enjoyed watching them come out of their comfort zones to create a hot yet sweet relationship.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By Harriet Klausner #1 HALL OF FAME on April 3, 2012
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In Scotland, Trevelyan Alpha pack leader Colin McDowell is disheartened to learn his Aunt Geraldine died in the States as he was fond of her. However, he also learns he inherited her estate in the San Juan Islands off Washington State. He prefers to stay home, but will travel to the American Pacific Northwest to take care of legal matters.

Colin meets Geraldine's secretary Luna Reynaud, who the late woman hired as a secretary shortly before she died. Luna explains her proposed plan to convert the estate into a resort, which Colin thinks has merit. Additionally he is attracted to her as she is to him; but she is a half-breed tainted with some human DNA and he knows Alpha pack leaders don't mate with hybrids.

The third Wild About You werewolf romance (see A Werewolf in Manhattan and Werewolf In The North Woods) is a fun frolic starring two likable protagonists. The witty storyline mostly focuses on the lead couple's relationship as Colin must overcome his species prejudice that human blood taints his soul mate.

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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By I. Lewis on April 12, 2012
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I have waited anxiously for this book to come out and I wasn't disappointed at all. The plot moved along with enough twists and turns to keep me riveted and the sex scenes are quite spicy, I actually enjoyed this book more than the previous Werewolf novels (which are also well written and interesting). After writing about werewolves mating with humans and werewolves mating with werewolves this story takes another twist,(I won't spoil it). I would love to find the island "Le Floret" in the San Juan Island chain, the castle sounds wonderful. Ms Thompson has a great imagination and is able to put her readers right there with the characters, I am so looking forward to her next installment which is planned for an Oct 2012 release. If you don't happen to care for Werewolves try some of Ms Thompsons other series, I am particularly fond of her "Nerd" books. Kudos to Ms Thompson for coming up with a wonderful premise, if only it were true, I would love to meet any of her characters.
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