LEGEND OF THE WHITE WOLF
by: Terry Spear
Werewolves Series book 4
From the Publisher’s website:
Award-Winning Author introduces the next installment of her paranormal romance series
- A 2008 Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year Award Winner!
- Night Owl Romance Reader Choice Award for Best Paranormal 2008
In this fourth in Spear’s series, Private Eye Cameron MacPherson and Faith O’Mallery are both on quests that lead them into the world of magical wolves…
Cameron arrives in the Canadian Arctic to search for his partners in his P.I. business who are late returning from a hunting trip. Faith is there to discover what her father had seen in the same area years earlier that had made him lose touch with reality—man-wolves, he called them.
The two tumble into an icy world of enemies bent on destroying the lupus garou kind. As they turn into lupus garou themselves, and bond with the pack that only they can rescue from destruction, Cameron and Faith find their soul mates in each other.
Excerpt taken from author’s website:
Excerpt from Legend of the White Wolf:
Once she reached her room, she slid the key card in. Green light. She twisted the handle and pushed. The door didn’t budge. She tried again. Same thing. She hated key cards. Why couldn’t they just use regular old brass keys? She tried a third time and this time she twisted the handle harder and shoved the door more firmly. And was rewarded. Lights were on in the room and the place was already toasty warm as if the welcoming mat had been set out for her. Perfect. She walked into the room and glanced at the two queen-sized beds, the chartreuse covers pulled back from the pillow of one, a chocolate wrapped in gold foil sitting on the center of it. She smiled and pulled off her parka, peeled off her boots, and reached for the phone to call room service when she saw a leather bucket filled with ice. Wow, they sure knew how to coddle their guests.
That’s when she heard the bathroom door open. She whipped around and faced a naked man towel drying his hair. Or at least until he saw her.
His mouth gaped. Hers matched his expression, and he quickly wrapped the towel around his waist. “I didn’t think room service would come this soon.” He glanced down at her sock-covered feet, her boots lying beside them.
“I’m not…I’m…they gave me a key to your room by accident.” Faith tried not to look at the man’s physique—too much—but ripped abs, arms muscled just enough that could give a woman a good hug, and toned legs that looked like they could run a marathon, were just too appealing.
And his eyes—blue like the ocean, dark, hiding a wealth of secrets, that held her gaze with way too much interest as if she was the specialty of the house and just what he’d ordered on the menu. A light blond stubble covered his square jaw, making him appear a bit roguish and intriguing.
He folded his arms across his broad chest. A light smattering of blond hair trailed down to the towel slung low on his hips. Her gaze dropped lower. He cleared his throat to get her attention, making her skin heat in a flush of awareness, but he wasn’t moving out of her path. The one she needed to take to get to the door. Although for now she wished it was her room, and he was part of the amenities.
He inclined his head a little, a hint of a smile on his lips, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Then I guess I’d better get dressed before—”
A knock rapped on the door.
“Too late.” His deeply-amused baritone voice sounded like he was enjoying this a little too much as he turned, took a couple of steps, and opened the door.
Great. Faith hurried to pull on one boot, when the aroma of steak wafted into the room as a man brought in a tray. Faith’s stomach growled. The room service guy glanced at her, green eyes smiling. She could just imagine what he was thinking what with the room’s occupant wearing a towel, and her pulling her boots on.
The toweled guy signed the bill, and the lodge employee grinned, dimples appearing on his ruddy cheeks. “Thanks so much, sir. If you need anything else, just ring.” He glanced at Faith, smiled even more as if to say she could visit him next if she had a mind to, then left the room.
“Enough for two of us, if you want to split a medium-rare steak, baked potato, and salad,” the sandy-haired hunk said.
“Thanks so much for the offer, but I’m returning to the front desk to get the right room key. Have a nice night.” She brushed past the mostly naked man, smiled when he smiled, then hurried out of the room.
“The night could have been better,” he murmured.
© Terry Spear, 2009
I actually read LEGEND OF THE WHITE WOLF by Terry Spear in January, but I’ve had to take some time to consider my thoughts and feelings. I have to say even after this time I’m still in love with LEGEND OF THE WHITE WOLF and while this is my first book by Ms. Spear it won’t be my last. I simply loved LEGEND OF THE WHITE WOLF. Ms. Spear elegantly and expertly mixes true life wolves with mythological werewolves and their human counterpart. I honestly had no idea who was truly good, who truly bad and who was a blend of good guy/bad guy. I laughed, I got teary-eyed, and I sighed. I look forward to reading Ms. Spear’s previous titles in this series: HEART OF THE WOLF, DESTINY OF THE WOLF, and TO TEMPT THE WOLF as well as eagerly awaiting the next title: SEDUCED BY THE WOLF (August 2010). I do hope we see Cameron, Faith, and all the others again in the upcoming novels. If you like paranormal with sexy characters, intriguing storylines, and edge of your seat action you’ll love LEGEND OF THE WHITE WOLF. I highly recommend this title to everyone. If you’ve never read a werewolf story I suggest Ms. Spear’s should be your first!
Reviewed by: Wendy Keel
*This book was recieved from the publisher for review*