As Alpha of the Lonely River Pack, Jack Owens is responsible for keeping the peace between what's left of the human population and the wolves who have taken over since the War. All wolves are his responsibility, even the ones like Virginia Howard who don't necessarily recognize his authority. Ginny's been a thorn in Jack's side since she took over her parent's operation and established herself as one of the area's premiere ranchers. The fact that she's everything he wants in a mate makes it hard to stay away from her, but any good hunter knows how to bide his time.
Ginny fights hard to maintain her independence from men, human and werewolf alike. The humans may not like having a woman as their chief competition, but they're not the ones determined to see her submit. When a group of angry wolves try to run her out of business, she's forced to accept Jack's assistance. But in saving her ranch, Ginny runs the risk of losing something far greater--her heart.
This one was another oh-so-good book. A great Alpha story.
Jack has it bad for Virginia "Ginny". But although he knows Ginny would give one night of pleasure if he pressed, he wants more. He wants her as his lover, his mate, and his partner. He wants her to help him lead and protect his pack.
Ginny is insistent upon the fact that she is not part of Jack's pack. She's a loner that needs no mate.
Sound familiar? Yeah, Adam and Mercy ran through my mind a couple times while reading this. And now that I've admitted it, hopefully they will quit with the ruckus.
When the harassment to her ranch becomes too much, Ginny swallows her pride and seeks out Jack for his help. From there, things get hot and heavy. And damn, Jack is one hell of a lover. He's got the dominance part down pat, a little bit of control factor, yes, and he knows what the hell he's doing in the bedroom. Got to live the guy.
Can't hate the beta males either. This story does very well in setting the stage for future heroes. I even liked the females.
That Hazel's a girl after my own heart.
Hazel’s snarl tore through the room. “Oliver fucking Russell can go fuck himself, with his fucking hands and his fucking growling orders and all of his fucking hotness.” And with that completely incoherent statement out of the way, the girl burst into hysterical tears.
Would have changed the country/ranch aspect of the story, but that's about it. Me likes Jack.