This week is all about Sexy Me Up, where you never
thought you were good enough until suddenly every man and his dog is dry
humping your leg.
Who strings to mind for me is Phil from Seeking My
Werewolf, and let’s face it Craig is very
interesting in that leg.
“You really are gorgeous.”
“That’s a first,” Phil said with a smile. “No one’s
ever called me that before.”
“I don’t know why,” Craig whispered dropping down
closer, his breath fanning over Phil’s face. “You’re all kinds of fuckable to
me.”
Phil laughed right in the guy’s face. Couldn’t help
it.
“Good, huh?” Craig’s smile was wide, his eyes bright,
hot, making Phil swallow the laughter on a shiver. That caught in his chest as
a moan as Craig took his lips with a fieriness that made Phil forget everything
and everyone. He was in Craig’s arms as he wrapped his own around the man’s
shoulders, pulling him down on top of himself.
His body buzzed with heat, lust—a hum that was only
going to go away if he could get Craig closer. The pull at his shoulder and
chest made it a little harder for him to throw his weight into the need, but
the dull flush of pain didn’t overpower that need.
He just wanted to get Craig closer to him.
And onto the pimping and other random facts linked
to this hop
Seeking My Werewolf
(Moonlit Wolves #3)
Craig couldn’t predict setting a werewolf free would
lead to this much trouble.
A months after the kidnapping of his best
friend’s mate, Phil can’t stop thinking about the Hunter that set Phil free. He
can’t get the smell out of his nose, and it’s driving him nuts.
Craig’s only ever known
one thing: hunting werewolves. He was born into it, raised to do nothing but
kill the beasts—so
why the hell did he set one free? Worse, why can’t he stop thinking about it?
When Phil and Craig meet up again, they start events
that will slowly entangle all of them in the war that’s about to unfold—as
long as they manage to survive the first wave.
I’m
grateful for your click, and I sincerely hope you’ll come around next week.
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