A Siren Adult Fable
The Wolf in the Mansion
Still mourning the death of his wife,
recluse Lincoln McCabe's life is forever turned off-kilter
by a chance meeting with McCabe Associates' newest hire, Deja Hamilton, an almost a physical replica of his dead
Five years after starting at McCabe Associates, personal
secretary Deja has worked her way up the ranks to a
coveted account executive position. What she hasn't been
able to do is eradicate the haunting blue eyes of Lincoln
McCabe from her memory despite her best efforts.
When Lincoln and Deja are reunited five years after their
initial meeting, the conditions are neither ideal nor
romantic. But Deja is determined to make the best of the
situation nursing Lincoln back to health and helping him
snare whoever was behind the attempt on his life and the
looming takeover of his family's company.
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Fable Romance
Length: Novella (24,000 words)
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Art by Jinger Heaston
IN THE MANSION
A Siren Adult
for The Wolf in the Mansion [A
Siren Adult Fable]
"A chance meeting with a woman who
is an exact replica of his deceased wife
has Lincoln McCabe going nuts and poor
Deja has no idea the havoc she is causing
him. Ms. McKeever has once again proven to
be a winner in my book. The Wolf in the
Mansion is a keeper, somehow I'll keep
room on my crowded computer, unless it
becomes available in print and I snag it
for my shelf. Very well written and
fluidly paced. It has that rare magic that
has me floating along side the heroine in
the book. Too bad I couldn't get the hero
for myself. I will whole heartedly
recommend this to all my paranormal loving
friends out there over the internet." —Robin,
My Book Cravings
"I like this author because she does not
sugar coat but goes for the jugular, she
goes to the point without too many flowery
scenes and not too many or over the top
sexual scenes. In The Wolf in the
Mansion there was suspense, action,
intrigue, and included witches and shape
shifters. It was an interesting mixture
with non-stop action but it worked
effortlessly whether it was the dialogue
or speculation of the suspect."
—Nellie, Joyfully Reviewed
"This is a quick-paced and
suspenseful read that held me until the
last word. The characters are believable
and appealing. The combination of
shapeshifters, witches and attempted
murders keeps it interesting. The level of
tension keeps you wanting more. Gracie
McKeever knows how to keep the action
tight, the love scenes steamy, and the
dialogue intriguing. The scenes where
psychic powers are being used, and the way
she describes the action are a true
highlight of the story. The Wolf in the
Mansion may be short in length, but
it's strong on entertainment."
—Miranda Lee, Paranormal Romance
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A haunting howl pierced the night almost immediately, making Deja freeze
in her tracks. She jerked her gaze towards the horizon,
following the general direction of the sounds.
Had the animal been hit and how badly was it hurt? But almost as
important, she wondered if it was a timber wolf.
Deja had always found wolves so alluring and majestic in general, but
especially the timber wolf, and had read up on the animals
before her trip to the resort. She didn’t believe in the old
superstitions about wolves attacking people, knew the animals,
like most animals unless provoked or hungry, had no interest in
humans and did everything to avoid civilization.
However, the thought of coming face-to-face with an animal that could take
down a full-grown moose and had a biting capacity of 1,500
pounds of pressure per square inch colored her curiosity and
excitement with a smidgen of fear she tried to squelch with
Deja peered into the distance, the moonlight glancing off Cache Lake just
enough to help her make out something or someone falling off a
cliff edge in the near distance and landing in the lake with a
She stared at the spot for only a moment before making a split-second
decision and ran for one of the boats moored to the dock. Deja
dropped the blanket onto the seat, quickly untied the boat and
shoved off, rowing with as much speed as her arms could muster,
a mixture of desperation and doom fueling her strokes.
There was no way anything, animal or human, could have survived that fall.
If anyone had survived, that person was probably in pretty bad
shape. An injured animal would surely be dangerous. Maybe
she’d be better off just going to the Lodge and using the
guest phone to contact some wildlife organization with the
description of what she’d heard and seen.
Even with the doubt, Deja continued to paddle. She’d been shy and tried
to keep a low profile all her life, especially once she
discovered how different she was from all her peers, but she had
never let fear rule her actions.
Deja peered into the night as she closed the distance between herself and
what she thought had fallen. She caught the outline of someone
draped over an outcropping of rocks, moonlight glinting off
damp, bronzed shoulders.
She blinked at the fine black fur receding from the flesh of the man’s
lower back. She shook her head at the impossibility. What she
saw couldn’t be right!
Upon closer inspection, Deja noticed the wound in the back of one
shoulder, blood still seeping and mingling with the lake water
as she neared.
She pulled alongside the motionless figure, unsure if he was alive or dead
until she noticed the fast rise and fall of his back as he
She rowed closer, steering the boat towards the nearest piece of land and
docking. She made sure it was moored tight before getting out.
It wouldn’t do either of them any good if the thing floated
away and left them stranded.
Deja squatted beside the man and turned him over onto his back, not
knowing what to expect, but certainly not to see one of her
employers. “It can’t be…”
She had no idea she had spoken aloud before a hand shot out to grab her
“What did you see?”
“Are you okay?” she asked, rather than answering him.
Lincoln McCabe blinked and stared at her. In an instant, his eyes lit with
recognition, or so Deja thought, until he called her
“No, I’m Deja.” She tried to pry her wrist loose, but he had it in a
death grip. She gave up and focused on him instead. “Mr.
“Lincoln. My name is Lincoln.”
She grinned at his verbal confirmation, as if she could ever forget him.
“I know who you are. And right now we need to get you some
He blinked, glance widening when he caught sight of the ankh dangling from
a gold chain around her neck. He reached up and caressed the
pendant before pinning her with a look. “You are
How could he know? She’d been so careful.
“Are you working with him? Are you helping him?”
Deja shook her head and stared at Lincoln. “I don’t know what you’re
talking about. I rowed over from my cottage to help you.
That’s all. I’m not working with anyone and the only one
I’m here to help is you. I’m not here to hurt you,
Lincoln.” She tried to free her hand again and instantly
stopped at his resistance. She tried to stay calm, softened her
voice. “Please, let me go so I can help you.”
“No doctors. No hospital.”
Why was he so adamant but, more importantly, why was he so paranoid? Maybe
it had something to do with how he had been injured and fallen
off that cliff. Maybe it had something to do with why he was in
his birthday suit!
He groaned, lifted himself out of the water onto the rock with his free
hand to lay flat on his back and Deja gaped when her gaze
drifted to his lap.
She darted her gaze up his body focusing on the shoulder and noticing the
hole. The bullet must have gone straight through, since he
seemed to have a wound in the front of the shoulder matching the
wound in the back.
Deja let her glance move over the rest of his body, admiring his smooth,
well-delineated chest and broad shoulders, then back down over
his slim waist and lean, muscled thighs. She had a flash of
herself and him together, Lincoln’s legs flexing as he pumped
Deja avoided the center of his body altogether, at least as much as she
could, though she couldn’t stop thinking about his semi-erect
cock rising from a nest of fine black curls.
What would he look like fully erect? Certainly he’d be drool-worthy and
imposing. What would he feel like inside her? Deja’s pussy
spasmed at the idea of him, hot and pulsing, against her inner
tissues. She got wet just imagining the scenario and shook her
head again, nipping her wayward thoughts in the bud. The man was
injured. He needed tender care and medical attention, not sexual
harassment. “My hand,” she blurted.
He raised his head to look at her, realized what he was doing and released
her wrist as if it burned him. “I’m sorry.”
Deja immediately missed the skin-to-skin contact, almost regretting saying
anything. She went closer to wrap an arm around his waist as he
sat up. “Can you make it to the boat?”
He frowned at her. “Why are you helping me?”
SIREN SEX Rating
Traditional romance, suitable for the general
Heavy sexual tension; graphic details; may contain
coarse language (BookStrand)
Erotic, graphic sex; explicit sexual language; may offend delicate
Erotica romance; contains many sexual encounters; may contain unconventional
sex; will offend delicate readers (SIREN)
Excessive or non-exclusive sex; many instances of unconventional sex; may be hardcore; not for the faint-hearted
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