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stripping out of a pair of jeans and was back against her in a heartbeat. He fit against her and pushed inside slowly, stretching her with the almost pain that was so intensely pleasurable. Lucy moaned and her eyes fell closed, but Jake growled, “Look at me,” in a voice that sounded barely human, and her eyes flew open to lock with his.
    The intensity in his eyes coupled with the intense pressure of his body invading hers was overwhelming. Lucy trembled, afraid she was going to burn up and disappear, but Jake wouldn’t let her. His eyes held hers, his focus pulling her along with him, making her match him stroke for stroke, moan for moan. They locked together, closer, tighter, unbearably, impossibly linked, until they exploded together, transcending every experience that came before, breaking them apart and fusing them together. One heart, one body, one spirit.
     
    Lucy sighed, utterly replete.
    Then sighed again, resigned. “I’d better go talk the ghost out of the closet.”
    Jake grunted. Lucy figured that was the extent of his verbal ability at the moment. She patted his shoulder affectionately. He had a right to be exhausted; he’d moved mountains, erected pyramids, and rebuilt the world as far as she was concerned.
    Jake rolled off her and flopped bonelessly onto his back. Lucy slipped off the bed and went in search of clothes that weren’t in the closet, enjoying the feel of his eyes on her back as she puttered around the room. She finally settled on his shirt, wallowing in the scent of him that enveloped her as she pulled it over her head.
    “Is this going to be a common problem?” he asked from his lazy sprawl in the center of her bed, nodding toward the closet where the ghost could be heard whimpering to himself.
    “Karma said my client list would change, but I’m always going to get visits from ghosts,” Lucy answered hesitantly.
    “And they’re always going to pop in on us uninvited, whenever the hell they please?”
    Lucy squirmed, terrified that he was going to announce that she wasn’t worth the trouble, grab his clothes and walk out of her life forever. “Probably,” she admitted reluctantly.
    Jake frowned and then dropped his head back to the pillow and sighed heavily. “I guess I can put up with a few ghosts.” He shot her a devastating grin. “As long as I get you.”
    Lucy beamed at him and padded over to the bed. The ghost in the closet could wait. Her own private gigolo came first.

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    Carolina Wolf
    Ó 2009 Sela Carsen
     
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    Librarian Debra Henry is boring. And she’s okay with that. Really. It’s not as if the teensy amount of witchcraft that flows in her veins is worth getting excited about. Yet someone—or something—thinks it’s worth crawling out of the swamps to attack her. Those somethings are werewolves.
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    Rescuing her seals his fate—but only if he can protect her from a rogue of his kind. A werewolf with a nasty stalker streak…
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