TBR Reviewer: Brutally Honest
I’ve read so many werewolf shifter books recently that I usually shy away from the subject. It’s become overused and unoriginal. I’ve read Ms. O’Hurley’s books before and they’ve been good so I gave this a shot. Best decision this week!
Thessa and her sexy wolf shifters (yes, two!) are freaking fabulous. I absolutely loved this book. If I could pick for the best book read this month, maybe even so far this year it would be The Virgin Who Cried Wolf. The action, the steaming romance and the overall uniqueness really shined. This is not another werewolf shifter book, this a wild adventure that I was all too happy to go through with Thessa. The pace was perfect, the ending was perfect, everything about this book was utterly perfect. I was drawn in and when the book ended I felt like I finished watching an epic movie. I wanted to read this again and again. Seriously, I can’t not say
enough about this fabulous read.
Stop what you’re doing, click on the buy link and immerse yourself in the fabulously, sexy world of The Virgin Who Cried Wolf!
body. As he finished, he dropped the soft towel he used and gathered the long gown that had once been his mother’s. Thessa looked at the thing with disgust.
"Why can’t I just have my braies back?”
“Because a lady doesn’t wear trousers.”
“I can’t ride a horse in a gown.”
“You won’t be riding a horse tonight.” Perhaps riding something else, but definitely not a horse. His cock began to swell once more at the thought of pressing into her welcoming heat.
“I don’t like gowns.”
“Your clothes smelled of horse. Wear the gown or go naked. Either will be fine with
Her eyes finally found his again as she seemed to weigh if he was serious or not.
“Fine, give me the gown.”
He lifted his arm and remained where he was, forcing her to come retrieve the thing
from his hand. Thessa rolled her eyes to heaven and sighed, clearly affronted by his act. She stomped toward him and snatched the fabric. Once she’d donned the gown, he turned her and began to dry her long hair.
Thessa reached behind her and fought him, pulling her hair so she could braid it once
more. “It’ll dry just fine like this.”
He snatched it back from her and released the half-worked braid, pulling the long strands out and around her face. His mother’s silver brush was on the stand beside the tub. She eyed it warily as he lifted it around to her head. The bristles worked through the coppery strands on her head, and he gently worked through a few knots as gently as he could.
There was something incredibly erotic in doing these intimate actions for her. The brush slid through her soft hair like walking through summer wheat, and smelled as fresh. His cock had been hard the entire time he’d dried her and brushed her hair. He knew she’d felt the head swipe across her lower back from time to time, as her body had stiffened. Instinct demanded that he press her to the cold, stone floor and claim her. But he reigned in the call yet again.
His beast was restless. But he wasn’t giving in to his instinct and so the beast was becoming wild. He felt the change forcing its way through his limbs, and he was on the edge of control to keep the animal at bay. A long, hard run through the woods would have to follow dinner if she were to keep her virginity till the morning. Envisioning her running at his side, playing a deliciously decadent game of cat and mouse was enough to make him growl low in his chest.
She looked over her shoulder tentatively, her hazel eyes shifting between desire and fear. But there was also a mischievous glint. He was quite sure thoughts of running from him were swirling through her mind yet again. And he hadn’t truly punished her for the last time.
The silver brush still rested in his hand. Swatting her ass with the metal, she gasped. He leaned close to her ear, licking the lobe.
“That was for running from me.”
He raised the brush again, the light from the lantern hitting the back and glittering across the room. The impact struck her other cheek. The scent of her arousal flooded the room and garnered another low growl in response. His claws burst from his fingers as he fought to cage his beast.