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A Novel by T.K. Lawyer

Foundations, LLC

Brandon, MS 39047



by T.K. Lawyer

Cover art by: Dawné Dominique

Edited by: Toni Michelle

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Copyright © 2017 by T.K. Lawyer

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or is purely coincidental.


T.K. Lawyer

Tamara’s spicy scent thrills, seduces, and weakens him like no other. She is his and he wants her. Unfortunately, she is done with men. Tamara has been burned too many times in the past, and she’s not looking for a relationship…ever. But when she finds a stray dog on her doorstep, she decides she wants a relationship with a male after all—that of pet and pet owner.

Josh is not a dog, and he has no interest in staying her pet. He has one burning desire—Tamara in his bed, nightly and permanently. He will stop at nothing to convince Tamara they are better together and that he needs her, forever.

Their paths are intertwined and their future is inevitable, but will Tamara allow Josh to love, cherish and protect her? Or will she say goodbye to the amazing, dedicated man, whose loyalty and sweet promises could shatter her walls completely and consume her with desire?

Reader Advisory: This book contains intense, romantic loving, and moments of explosive cravings between an adorable, part sweet/part devilish half-wolf, and his delectable, feisty human mate.


For my Kaley—the beautiful, fluffy inspiration for Nightfall


For Linda—the kind, loving soul who gave me Kaley

Table of Contents


Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

About the Author

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Mmm. He was good…

He was also mysterious and dangerous. Regardless, she was safe and protected with him. Except, of course, at times like this. Right now, Tamara needed more than simple protection from his gleaming, golden-brown eyes, and the wonderful feeling of his hands roaming slowly, caressing every inch of her, unfastening barriers along the way.

She moaned while examining her current, vulnerable situation as he nuzzled at and laved her neck. Somehow, he crumbled her resolve easily, in ways she hadn’t experienced with anyone.

The familiar sound of her pants zipper opening, jolted her back to reality. His fingers delved below, re-exploring familiar territory with ease and finesse, strumming her like an expert guitarist. She arched her back and moaned.

God, he was good.

Their bodies stuck together, as if separation was unthinkable. She shivered while she ran her fingers down his muscled arms. He was strong, powerful, yet he wouldn’t harm her. That was an undeniable fact—a simple truth as breathing air, if there was any left in the room, that is. Had their combined body heat chased out all the available oxygen?

Never mind. She’d survive or perish with a smile. She re-focused her senses on the beautiful man above her.

“Tamara, my sweet little minx, you’re not fooling me at all,” he whispered into her ear. His hands further explored the canvas of her body. Blunt teeth nibbled a long line down the side of her sensitive neck in between warm breaths.

“You’re trying to be coy, playing sweet and innocent with me but you forget—I know you, Tamara. You’re not innocent, but you are delicious and sweet.” He growled. “I’m going to enjoy devouring every one of your tasty treats.”

A shiver of delight tumbled through her, kindling and arousing her interest.

“Soulmate,” he whispered against her neck. He marked her with a burning kiss. His beautiful eyes hid under heavy lids while his tongue planted wet, passionate caresses down her neck.

She mewed, gripping the bed sheet between her fingers, singing praises of his sexual prowess.

“You’re mine. Mine.” He roared. His strong arms whipped around her waist and drew her closer to him. He was a predator but instead of fighting him, as she probably should, she became his willing—very wanting—prey. Her body succumbed, arching and calling to him like a siren, craving and anticipating his dominance.

I should be running from him, making a beeline out the door but here I am helpless, watching him and liking it, waiting for him to take me in any way he wants. Damn it. I’m weak and I can’t help it. I want him.

How had she become involved with a wolf anyway? In the beginning, he’d been a stray dog on her doorstep that snuck into her home. She took him to the vet’s office one year ago and everything changed after that…

Chapter One

Tamara smiled at the silver-haired gentleman who entered the room. Her vet’s compassion, kindness, and soothing words when he put her beagle, Zoe, to sleep were forever etched in her mind. What she endured during Zoe’s last moments still brought several tears to her eyes.

The dog leaned over her and placed his head in her lap. How sweet. Did the dog sense her continued pain? She stroked his furry head.

“Well, what do we have here? A stray found you?” The vet smiled. He pushed his mahogany-colored reading glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Yeah, it’s been on my doorstep, daily, for weeks now. I was finally able to encourage it into the car. I’d like to know if he has a microchip.”

“Well then, let’s see what we can find out.” The vet crouched on the floor and started his examination.

“How old do you think he is, Doc?” She eyed the dog and tilted her head to the side. The dog mimicked her movement. Her head snapped up at the vet’s reply.

“About five years old. I will say though, that he’s awfully well fed for a stray. I really don’t find any in such great condition.” The vet continued to examine the dog and then he stepped back for a second. “Huh.”

“What? What’s wrong, Doctor? Did you find something?”

“My dear, you do know your dog may be a wolf?”

Tamara’s head snapped up at the vet’s reply. “Huh? I mean what? Did you say he might be a wolf?” She squirmed in her chair and moved closer to the door.

“Yes, but he doesn’t act like one and there are no wolves around these parts so, I’m not sure.”

A wolf! Her heart picked up several beats before galloping at full speed. Her jaw snapped shut and she stared at the animal with wide eyes. The animal looked up and whined.

“He may be a hybrid. Many owners have wolf hybrids and they can be good pets. I wouldn’t worry though. He’s very calm and seems affectionate.”

Tamara released her stranglehold on her chair. The dog whimpered and slumped on the floor in front of her feet. After a few seconds, he rolled onto one side and exposed his belly.

“There. Now that’s a good sign. You know, I could be wrong about him. Some dogs look very much like wolves. It’s surprising, though, that no one owns him. He’s beautiful and his fur is impeccable. He has no knots or clumps, which I’d expect with a stray, and his teeth are in good condition. It’s as if someone kept him, took care of him, and then dumped him. He doesn’t seem to be aggressive, so I don’t know why he’d be homeless.”

They both stared at the dog. Tamara swallowed a lump in her throat. “What do you think I should do?” Out of fear or morbid curiosity, she wasn’t sure which, she couldn’t stop staring at the animal. The doctor’s reply broke her concentration.

“That’s up to you, my dear. He’s your stray.” The vet turned to her. “If you want, we can hold him back for adoption. He’s in such great condition, I’m sure somebody will want him and…” A heavy tail whipped the back of the vet’s legs interrupting him.

The dog jumped up, leaned against Tamara’s shoulders, and whined low in her ear. His desperate, soulful eyes pleaded and tugged at her heart. Could she keep him? What would happen if she gave him up? She shook her head and attempted to regain focus. She had a strong hunch that if she gave him up, she’d be making a big mistake. Despite her rational side screaming at her, the dog…wolf…whatever he was…was coming home with her.

“I think, maybe, I’ll just get the routine vaccinations for him.” She scratched him behind his ears. He was such a good boy.

“You sure?”

She nodded.

“Okay then, I’ll be back.” The vet shrugged his shoulders and closed the door behind him.

“What am I going to do with you?” Tamara rubbed the dog’s muzzle with her fingers. “Do you want to stay with me? But…you might be a wolf.” She sat back in her seat.

The dog licked her hands until she laughed and held them up over him. He gently placed his head in her lap and looked up at her, his eyebrows alternating between rising and falling. He nuzzled her thigh and whined.

“My goodness,” Tamara chuckled. “You really are turning on the charm, aren’t you? But, I don’t know…” Her voice trailed off. His eyes widened slightly and his mouth formed into a grin. “.” She ruffled his fur.

“Hmmm. You act so different from a dog, though. It’s like you somehow know what I’m saying. It’s almost like you’re human.” She looked over the dog once more. “Nah, you’re just a dog, right? And you can’t be a wolf. You’re too friendly.”

He whimpered, lifting up with a nod of his head and a paw sprawled across her lap.

She giggled. “Precious, you are too cute.” She stroked his paw. “And I’ve wanted another dog for so long now. Ever since my Zoe passed away, my home hasn’t been the same. So empty…like something’s missing.”

She looked at the dog but didn’t actually see him. She continued stroking his paw for several long seconds while running through several ‘what-ifs.’ “It’s like it was meant to be, like you are meant for me.”

The dog pushed off her and barked, stunning her and slamming her focus back to the exam room. She wailed, jumping up high in her seat and turning as the back door sprang open. The vet returned, his hands overflowing with syringes.

“Are you okay? I thought I heard you scream.”

“Yes, sorry Doc.” Tamara’s cheeks flushed. She removed her hand from her chest and placed it in her lap while eying the dog. “The dog barked and it scared the crap out of me.”

“Yeah.” The vet chuckled. “He does have a strong bark but that’s good. It’ll keep all the riff-raff away.”

Tamara attempted a shy smile while she backed up into her seat. She could’ve sworn the dog winked at her.

“There. All done.” The vet handed the dog a treat. The dog sniffed it and promptly ignored it. He returned to Tamara’s side and sat beside her feet.

“How very strange.” The doctor looked at the dog and back at the treat, lying untouched.

Tamara shrugged and rubbed the dog under the chin. “Yeah, he doesn’t seem to like dog treats. I’ve tried several, but he just ignores them.” The dog leaned into her hand.

“Well…some dogs are just picky, but you’ll find something he likes, I’m sure.” The vet extended his hand. Tamara gave him hers and with a firm grasp, the vet shook it. “As usual, a pleasure,” he said. “Take care and let me know if you need our help with adoption or anything.”

“Thank you,” Tamara murmured before the vet exited the room. She turned to the dog, rubbed his face vigorously, and smiled. “Okay, handsome, let’s go out and pay for your visit.” Opening the door, she led the way out of the room.

“Come this way, please.” The receptionist motioned them to one side of the long, tall wooden desk.

“I’m Owen, by the way.” He stretched out a hand to shake hers. “And you are Tuh-mawr-uh,” he enunciated. “Right?”

“Yes.” Tamara grinned. “You pronounced my name correctly. No one ever says it right.”

Tamara and Owen looked at each other for a long second. The dog rumbled a low growl.

“Wow, he really doesn’t like me.” Owen’s eyebrows lifted in surprise.

“Oh no. He’s just…” She looked at the dog. “Weird.”

Owen chuckled. “Well, I can see why he acts the way he does. If I had a beautiful lady with me, I think I’d growl, too.” Owen leaned over the counter with his arms crossed in front of him in a casual manner. His eyes scanned her from head to toe. Apparently approving of her with a nod, he sat back down and clicked through several screens on his computer.

“So, it looks like you’re a long-time customer. I’m new here and I’d love to get to know the area from someone who’s lived here for many years. What do you say to coffee sometime?”

Tamara blinked and watched Owen while his fingers pounded the keyboard in front of him.

“I don’t drink coffee.”

“Then let’s skip to dinner.” He reached over with a grin, wrapped his fingers around her arm, and looked straight into her chocolate brown eyes.

The dog snarled and then growled before barking non-stop. He stepped around the counter to bare sharp teeth at Owen in between rolling barks.

Tamara yelled. She yanked back on the leash to draw the dog’s attention. Something snapped and she pulled her arm up to find the collar and leash dangling in front of her widened eyes.


Owen backed up and pushed through the swinging door behind him, blocking the dog’s path and using the door as a shield between them. A swarm of employees ran toward the dog.

“No! No!” Tamara ran to the back door and thrust it open with a shove of her arm. “Come here! Now!”

But the dog wasn’t responding. A staff member stepped forward and spritzed his muzzle. He fell onto the floor yelping, his legs flailing in the air above him. The staff closed in on him. The dog leapt to his feet and whined before running full force past Tamara and out the open door.

Tamara slammed the door shut behind him. She whipped her head toward Owen and the rest of the staff. She exhaled deeply, ready to apologize when a voice boomed at her from an interior office.

It was the vet and he was angry.

Chapter Two

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