Final Bundle of the Curvy BBW/Biker Werewolf Serial
Werewolf Levi Harris and curvy Harper Bailey are out of time and out of chances. The have only one opportunity left to decrypt the files Levi stole from the vampire mafia—the files that will mean either their freedom or their deaths. The only catch? The object they need to decrypt the files is in the middle of the mob boss’s house, where a swanky gala is in full swing.
Will Levi and Harper’s ultimate gamble pay off? Or will they be just another pair of bodies in the vampire’s long reign of terror?
And will Levi find with Harper the happily ever after he once thought he could never have?
Hands down, one of the best series I’ve ever read. Exciting! Action Packed! Smart! Well Written! Funny! A powerful story with smart, sassy dialog. Fantastic characters that jumped off the page, captured my heart and became my friends!
The fascinating story of Levi and Harper continues to keep you at the edge of your seat, unable to put it down. Of course it includes the hottest erotica and romance as well lot of action. You can’t help but love this series. V.M. Black has an amazing imagination and story telling ability!
What a fun ride! V.M. Black, you’ve done it again! The saga of Levi and Harper continues. There’s adventure, intrigue and excitement. What a hot read and excellent series. V.M., you keep writing and I’ll keep reading!
Harper stood, trying not to shift from foot to foot under the chandelier in front of the bank of elevators. She looked less out of place here than Levi did, but she felt it keenly, while Levi seemed perfectly indifferent to his surroundings.
“It’s pretty amazing what a little money can get,” she said softly to Levi.
“Or a lot of money,” he said with his lopsided grin, his eyes still shadowed.
“For all your good-old-boy act, you’ve stayed in places like this before, haven’t you?” Harper accused as the elevator arrived and the doors slid smoothly open.
He chuckled. “Business, babycakes. When you work for—and against—the fabulously wealthy, you go where they go. Preferably on their dime.”
Harper snorted and stepped into the elevator as he waved her to precede him. He entered on her heels, and the doors slid silently shut again.
“So what is this suite—” she started.
But the words were cut off as Levi drove her into the corner of the elevator cab. Harper only had the time to make a startled noise before his mouth came down over hers, one of his arms hooking around her waist, the other catching the back of her head, pinning her to his body.
For half an instant, she froze in shock, and then her body sent her urgent messages of what he was doing, his mouth, his lips, his tongue taking, demanding. And she woke to those demands and kissed him back just as hard, one hand in his hair, and the other caught in his waistband.
Then, with a soft ding, the elevator stopped, and Levi pulled back. His eyes were burning under the shadow of his brow, with the intensity of the wolf in the man’s face.
“You’ll have me, Harper,” he said. “Whether you believe it now or not. You’ll have me.”
And then he stepped backwards out of the elevator and was gone.
Harper leaned against the back wall, trying to gather her wits and steady her breath—and convince her suddenly wobbly legs that they could support her, after all. The doors started to close, and she pushed off the wall, lunging at them and catching them just in time to make them open again. She stumbled out onto the top floor and stepped from the elevator alcove and into the hall.
No sign of Levi. No sign of anyone. She blinked at her key, which was, of course, blank, and then dredged up the memory of the room number the hotel clerk had scrawled on the key holder that Levi still had.
“Right,” she muttered, and she followed the sign on the wall to the room. She slotted the key in its place, removed it, and pushed the door handle down to open it.
And she froze just inside the room. Levi was standing in the center of what looked like a kind of living room, silhouetted against the sliding doors as he looked past the balcony and out over the harbor. He’d discarded his jacket on the nearest chair and stripped off his shirt, too, his jeans riding low on his narrow hips below his back that rippled with long and ropy muscles. And she suddenly realized that he looked like everything that she’d never known she always wanted.
Everything she’d always known she could never have.
He turned around as the door shut, and Harper thought that she might choke on everything that crowded in her throat.
On how much she wanted him. And wanted to kill him.
“I’m not going to apologize, Harper,” Levi said, looking at the redheaded beauty who was staring at him with the distrustful eyes of a wild animal.
She blinked and tossed her hair, and then the fear was gone. “I never expected that you would.”
And he nodded shortly because there didn’t seem to be anything else to do. The air between them was so thick he could almost taste it—thick with the scent of her, his mate, that was now to him a scent that he could follow across mountains, thick with her desire for him, and thick with all the words he’d left unsaid.
But he didn’t say them now. Instead, he stalked over to her and plucked the room key from her unresisting hand, setting it on the stand beneath the TV. She shrugged her purse over her head and dropped it at her feet with her jacket, and even as he turned back toward her, she caught the back of his neck in her hand, and standing on her tiptoes, she dragged his mouth down to hers.
This time, her mouth was more ready than his. She kissed him deeply, her tongue in his mouth, begging to be fulfilled. He wrapped his arms around her to hold the length of her soft body against his, and when she broke off, he kissed the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her jaw, down to the place just beneath her ear. And her sigh, as soft as a breath, was enough to break him apart.
“What would it take?” Levi asked roughly. “To prove to you I mean what I say. What do I have to do, Harper, to get you to believe me?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t know if I can ever, really. The only thing you can do is to not run away—and to keep not running away every day, forever.”
His arms tightened around her. Her body was so generous, so giving—and yet, her heart she kept shut tight in her fist, afraid to let it go. “Then what would it take for you to give it a try, this thing between us? I want to hear your yes—your promise.”
“You mean to marry you.” Her laugh was shaky.
“I mean everything. I mean for you to stop holding yourself back.”
She looked at him, the distrust lurking in the corners of her eyes. “The first step would be for you to stop trying to kill yourself. To get out of this mess in one piece.”
Levi smiled despite himself. “Don’t worry. I won’t let them hurt you, Harper.”
“That’s not what I mean. I can’t love anybody as long as he’s still trying to destroy himself.”
“Fine. You want a promise? I promise I won’t get myself killed. I promise to keep you from getting hurt, no matter what it takes—tonight, tomorrow, and every day after. And I promise not only not to run away but to make you mine, forever. Now, what about your promise?”
The edge of fear was still there, in her eyes. She shook her head. “I can’t, Levi. I can’t say it.”
“You will,” Levi said, the words a growl deep in his throat, because he could see in the way her heart beat faster in his arms and her hands curled in his hair, unconsciously stroking it, that she already belonged to him.
“You’re making promises that you have no control over. You can’t make sure a vampire’s bullet doesn’t hit an important bit—on me or you,” Harper said, those clear gray eyes clouded. “We can’t even know if you’re going to keep any of those promises tonight—much less for a year or five or ten.”
“And if I do keep them?” he demanded, looking down at her.
“I still don’t know.”
A flash of irritation came over him. “I think you do, Harper,” he said. “You’ll run down a vampire with a shopping cart, but you’re a real coward when it comes to your own heart.”
She pushed him away from her, hard enough that he stumbled back a few steps.
“You sure have a lot of room to talk,” she said, coming after him. This time when she pushed him, he was ready for it, and he merely took a step back, absorbing the force. “You’ve run away from everything your whole life, and now you’re asking me to trust you not to run away from me, too.” She wasn’t done yet. She kept coming at him, pushing him back to accent her words. “What am I supposed to think about that? Why should I trust you?”
Levi’s back came up against the wall, and she stopped in front of him, eyes blazing.
“Because I love you,” he said simply.
“Yeah? So you don’t love your family? You ran away from them.”
“I was trying to protect them,” he said.
“How do I know you won’t try to protect me the same way?”
“Because you wouldn’t let me go,” he retorted. “Any more than I could let you go. It’s too late, Harper. You’re already mine. And at some point, you’re going to admit it—to yourself and to me.”
“You’re crazy,” she said. She pressed those lush lips together in annoyance, but he knew that her eyes were dilated in more than anger, and her breath was coming faster more from their physical proximity than her outrage.
Levi smirked, leaned back against the wall, and folded his arms over his chest, the last shred of his annoyance falling away. He couldn’t stay mad at Harper any more than he could shift into a bird and fly.
“You’re the expert on crazy,” he said. “Jumping through car windows.”
“It was my car,” she said, as if that explained it.
He caught her chin in his hand, tilting her face up to his. “It was your life, you lunatic.”
She didn’t push his hand away, and he’d half-expected her to. Instead, she leaned into him, ever so slightly. “I hate you sometimes,” she murmured.
“No you don’t,” he said. “And I’m going to get some now anyway, aren’t I?”
“You smug bastard,” she said, but her eyes were already going soft with need.
“Well?” he prompted.
“Only because I want to get some, too,” she said. “So you’d better shut up and kiss me before I change my mind.”
Chuckling, Levi did, bending to just brush his lips against hers, softly, gently. Harper made a sound in her throat, half-aroused, half-frustrated, and pressed closer to him, opening her mouth under his and pushing against his with her tongue.
He let her in—and invaded her mouth in turn, holding her against him with one arm as his other hand cupped her cheek and jaw. His. She was his, completely his. He loved the taste of her, imprinted on his brain, and the smell of her that filled his head with crazy thoughts, wonderful thoughts of the kind of life he’d never believed that he could have.
He opened his eyes briefly, wanting to see her, what he was doing to her. Her eyelids were screwed shut, her brows drawn tightly together in an expression of fierce concentration. He broke away from her mouth and kissed those eyelids and the furrow on her forehead, smoothing them.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do about you,” she said, opening her eyes with a little sigh.
“Oh, I think I might have a few ideas,” Levi said.
She pushed up onto her tiptoes and kissed his lower lip softly, ending in a slight nip of her teeth. “Do you, now?” she asked, her eyes bright with challenge.
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