"Faith, lies, heartbreak, escapes, and forbidden lust filled secrets....I was sucked in from the beginning to the end. I am already anticipating the release of the next novel." Books Need TLC
"An addicting read that will leave you wanting for more long after it ends." -Bella, PBC
"I devoured this book." ~ Books She Reads
"I loved this story! Abbi is seriously hilarious and I just love her and want to be her friend. Henry is sexy, funny and alpha and together it's hot." ~ Sandra, Two Book Pushers
"Overall, the sex is stellar, the plot is enjoyable and I'm now dying to move into book 2." ~ Heather, Obsessed with Myshelf
These two have sizzling chemistry and yet are polar opposites in their sexual prowess, with Abbi being a naive but sweet virgin and Henry being a dominant, controlled and skilled lover." ~ Nice and Naughty Book Club
All in all though what a great debut! I'm not a big erotic romance reader but this book was really good. I thought it was a good story as well as good steam. I recommend to those who enjoy erotic romance but also the NA lovers too. Any romance readers really unless you're really opposed to hot sex. ~Tricia, TLBC
"Wolf Bait is sexy and hilarious, everything you could ask for in a book." ~ Reading After Dark
"The erotic scenes are written so well, and they are definitely scorchers." ~ Mama She's Crazy About Books Blog
From the Author
I inhale deeply, reveling in the crisp ocean air as land approaches ahead. Chicago was in the seventies when I left this morning. Two layovers, a flight delay, and fifteen hours later, the fifty-five degree day's high has dipped to low forties and I had to dig my winter jacket out of my suitcase.
"Have you ever been to Alaska before?" the captain, a soft-spoken white-haired man named John asks, his hands resting easily on the ferry's wheel.
I shake my head, my gaze drifting over the sea of evergreen and rock as far as the eye can see. We left the dock in Homer thirty minutes ago. It didn't seem like it would take that long to cross, but Kachemak Bay is vast and wide and unlike anything I've ever seen.
And on the other side of it is my home for the next four months.
I'm so glad I remembered to pop an Antivert an hour before boarding. I'd be puking over the rails by now had I not. Boats and I have never coexisted well.
"So, what made you come?" I can tell John likes to talk, as much for conversation as to assess the foreigners coming to his homeland.
"A brochure," I answer simply, honestly.
He chuckles. "Yeah, it'll do that, all right. Lures plenty of folk our way."
I smile, though his words resonate deep inside. It "lured" me. Yes, that's exactly what it did.
Frankly, the brochure didn't need to work too hard.
When things take an ugly turn, people are always saying they're going to pick up and move far away. Australia, France, anywhere that puts an ocean between them and their problems. Most don't ever act on that. I certainly had no intention of doing so.
And then I went to that job fair in the city library, more than a little panicked about what I was going to do this summer. Recruiters were peddling administrative and counselor positions, trade internships, day care. Nothing I was interested in. Plus, they were all local Chicago-based positions. The last thing I wanted to do was stay in Chicago for the summer. I needed to separate myself from it and its bitter memories, if for only a few months until school started again in the fall.
But the idea of going back to Pennsylvania, where everyone including the cows had heard the nitty-gritty details about my breakup with Jed, was even more unappealing.
That's what happens when you grow up in a small town and then go away to college with your high school sweetheart, who's also the reverend's son, who you were supposed to marry the summer after you both graduate college.
Who you've been saving yourself for.
Who you caught with his pants down and thrusting into some raven-haired jezebel.
And, while in the depths of despair, though you know better, you tell your upstanding, churchgoing mama, who is known around town as much for her raspberry pie as for her big mouth.
That scandal sure gave the folks of Greenbank something to talk about during Pennsylvania's long, cold winter. It's been months since D-Day, or what I like to call Dick Day, when I caught him. February 2, to be exact.
I'm sure tongues were wagging across pews during church service. When I visited over Easter weekend though, I got nothing but sympathetic nods and pats. Jed, sitting in the pew directly across from us, earned more than a few glowers. Not everyone shared those feelings, though. His father, Reverend Enderbey, decided that giving a sermon on man's weakness for carnal flesh and the need for forgiveness and understanding would be more appropriate than discussing the resurrection of Christ that day.
Much like Jed promised me, Reverend Enderbey has promised my parents that this is just a momentary blip in Jed's faith; that he's feeling confused and needs to sort out his priorities. He'll come back to me, after he's done sowing his wild oats.
Why do they all think I'll want to take him back?
He broke my heart that day, and has continued breaking it daily, every time I see him walking hand in hand around campus with her.
He's not just sowing wild oats. They're dating now.
So when I passed by the Wolf Hotels booth at the job fair a month ago and spotted the pamphlet with a beautiful vista of snow-capped mountains and forest, I immediately stopped and started asking questions, and within ten minutes I knew that Wolf Cove was my ticket away from sadness, temporarily at least. I just needed to get myself to Homer, Alaska. They'd provide transportation to the hotel, subsidized accommodations and meals onsite, and weekly transport to Homer, if needed, and in turn I'd work like a dog and keep my mind occupied.
The best part? It was almost 3,800 miles from everything I know.
It sounded perfect. And unattainable. I walked out of that interview feeling hopeless, assuming that there was no way I'd get the job.
And yet I'm standing here today. I call that divine intervention. God knew I needed this miracle.
It came in the form of a phone call a week after the interview, with an official offer for a position in the Landscaping and Maintenance crew. I screamed. I even shed a few happy tears, which was a nice change from all the sad tears I've spilled since February. Knowing that I could avoid Greenbank, Jed, and my family, that I would be leaving my dorm room the day after my last exam and hopping onto a plane... that's the only reason I've held it together this long.