Exclusive Peek: Call of the Wilds by Gale Stanley

From Gale Stanley:

What comes first – the chicken or the egg? The characters or the plot?

If you’re lucky they hatch at the same time. With Call of the Wilds, I wasn’t so lucky. I had one character in my head – an alpha hero named Malcolm. Tall, dark and a Clive Owen look-alike, but a man without a story.

I happened to read an article about a border town in Mexico where hundreds of women went missing and a plot was born. Malcolm became an alien, abducting Earth women for a dying planet. Only he wasn’t buying it. I wrote a few chapters but he didn’t cooperate and the plot went nowhere. Next I made him a vampire who kidnapped women to supply his coven with blood. Still he wasn’t happy.

I’m a member of Defenders of Wildlife. They sent me an email about the delisting of wolves and a light bulb went off. Suddenly I had my story. Malcolm was happy and so was I. The characters always know best. It never works if you try to push them into the wrong story.

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Here's an excerpt. See if you think Malcolm made the right choice.


Exclusive Excerpt: (Warning: Hot!)

She slid her hands down her sides to her hips and wiggled seductively. Then she hooked her thumbs over the elastic of the thong.

“Stop.”

She looked up, surprised.

His predatory expression pinned her. “Leave it on,” he growled.

“Your wish is my command,” she purred back at him. Oh, yes, definitely worth all the discomfort. She sashayed closer, dropping to her knees in front of him and clutching his legs. When she ran her hands over his scars, his muscles tensed, but he didn’t move. His body poured off heat like a forge, branding her with its intensity. She rubbed her face along his thigh like a cat, loving the way his coarse hair tickled her nose, and his scent, musky and masculine like some wild woodland animal, thrilled her senses. Her fingers danced up the insides of his thighs, and she smoothed her cheek along the velvet length of his erection, wanting to taste him. His cock twitched, and he widened his stance.

God, she wanted everything at once. She longed to take him inside her aching pussy, but first she would show him just how much she loved his body. Right now, it was all about him and his pleasure.

A small bead of pre-cum at the tip of his cock beckoned her, and she leaned forward to lick it off. The salty sweet taste made her hungry for more, and she probed the slit with her tongue.

His growl made her shiver. God, she loved hearing the low rumble that came from deep in his chest. Moisture soaked the wisp of material between her legs, and she marveled at the effect he had on her. She looked up, and her world stopped when their eyes met. He looked as if he might devour her, but she meant to consume him first. She swirled her tongue over the head of his cock and then took it in her mouth and sucked gently. Soft moans of encouragement spurred her on, and she increased her suction, but she didn’t want him to come too soon, so she pulled back, letting her teeth scrape his silky flesh.

“Sweet Mother of God,” he gasped. “You’re killing me.”

Feeding off his pleasure, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and gently licked and sucked on his sac. She worked him until his body vibrated like a tuning fork, then ran her tongue along his shaft and took him in her mouth again. His hips bucked, driving him deeper, and she slid her lips over his length, taking as much as she could. Incoherent sounds came out of his mouth, and he wound his fingers in her hair as she moved her hand and mouth in tandem.

“Stop,” he groaned and tried to pull her off. “I’m going to come.”

She shook her head and sucked harder, wanting to drive him over the edge and hear him roar with satisfaction. He rocked against her, his legs trembled, and his breath came in uneven pants. He drove into her mouth one last time and let out a howl as his cum filled her throat. She swallowed every last drop, licking her lips as he pulled her up, and collapsed on the chair with her on his lap.

His arms slid around her, squeezing her tightly and crushing her breasts against his chest.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“My pleasure.” It was not exactly what she wanted to hear, but she’d take it. “I owed you one, remember?”

“Yes, but you went above and beyond.”

“I know you’ll make good.”

“I’m older than you. How can you be sure I’m up to it?”

“Who are you trying to kid?” She laughed and reached for his already stiffening cock.

“It’s those panties,” he groaned. “They’re lethal.”

“Well, don’t die on me, baby. I’m not nearly done with you.” She grasped his head with both hands and covered his face with wet kisses before claiming his mouth hungrily.

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Book Summary:

Veterinarian Karin Stone escapes the crime-ridden city for a quiet life in the Pennsylvania wilds. Surrounded by acres of unspoiled forest, she tends a pack of relocated wolves. But the wolves aren't the only endangered species in Black Wolf Gorge.

Wolf-shifter Malcolm Connor believes he's the last of his kind, left for dead by the same hunters who murdered his family. When he catches the scent of the new wildlife manager, he can't deny the attraction, but he knows getting involved with a human woman will only lead to heartache.

The mutilated remains of a hiker are discovered, and a black wolf is captured. Karin protects the quarantined wolf, and the locals are angry. When Malcolm steps in to defend her, sparks fly. Karin loses her heart, but can she convince the man she loves that they belong together? Or will a jealous rival tear them apart forever?