Sea Island Wolves 1
Following the trail of a serial killer and a demon, Claire Hallowell arrives in
Wilsonville, SC. As difficult as her case is, it is the small town police
chief with his easy smiles and blatant sexuality that threatens Claire’s
highly structured world.
Arrogant and cocky, Derek Jacob knows his mate when he meets her. As the
Alpha of the Narian Pack, Derek is not about to let anything stop him from
Claire might fight it, but there is no denying the instantaneous heat
between them. Sex comes easy while trust comes harder for the couple with
secrets to hide. Follow Claire and Derek’s journey to overcome the obsessive
attention of a demon and killer to find love.
Sensuality Rating: SCORCHING/SEXTREME
Genre: Paranormal / Romantic Suspense
Length: 82,000 words
"I really enjoyed writing a female lead that has a problem and solves
the problem herself. Derek is a great character because he’s macho without
attempting to overwhelm Claire. I love the way these two characters interact
with each other. That was the best part of writing this book."
~ Jenny ~
Cover Art by Jinger
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REVIEWS for Mating Claire
[Sea Island Wolves 1]
5 Cups: 2008 Coffee Time Reviewer's Recommend Award:
"Ms. Penn uses suspense, humor, raunchy sex, action, and adventure to
grab the reader in this hot tale of paranormal fantasy. Claire is an independent
character who is strong and capable of handling any alpha male character. Derek
is a no nonsense dominant male without being overwhelming. The first line in
Mating Claire is hilarious, and I was riveted from there. The author uses
wonderfully vivid words to describe everything from the office, the forest, the
passionate encounters. Paranormal stories usually have me jumping for joy to
read, but this novel had me excited to spread the word about the sensational
book I read. Readers, pay attention because here is a tale fit for any book
lover. Spectacular read! CAUTION: This book contains graphic sex scenes and
passionate encounters. Not for the weak hearted."
—Danielle, Coffee Time Romance
"Demon, werewolf, serial killer…Mating Claire is a very sensual book.
The tension between Derek and Claire is undeniable; the reader can feel it.
There are twists and turns throughout the plot that will keep the reader eagerly
—Debra Gaynor, Review Your Book
"Mating Claire is a strong, well-plotted, totally fun and sexy paranormal
romance. Readers will find it difficult to put down! Alpha wolf Derek is
domineering, possessive and tender (yum) while Claire is tough, smart and
somewhat naïve about romance and true love. Also, the cast of secondary
characters enriches the story and makes Mating Claire a more realistic
paranormal tale. Mating Claire is a thoroughly enjoyable and sizzling story from
start to finish. Therefore I Joyfully Recommend Mating Claire!" --Lisa,
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Of all the undercover assignments she’d done over the
years, playing Dorothy Walker was the easiest. Being Dorothy,
Claire could be the uptight, anal-retentive person she really
was. All she had to remember was to respond to the name Dorothy.
A pair of black boots crossed in the doorway drew her
attention and her scowl. They were standard issue for the
officers. She was not in the mood for any teasing. Sitting back
on her heels, she looked up to give the man a set-down.
froze on her lips as the piercing blue gaze of the stranger
trapped her eyes. He was large and heavily muscled. The charcoal
gray shirt was pulled taut over a solid wall of steel.
His black slacks rode a little low on his hips, held down
by the heavy gun belt. It added to the air of danger he exuded,
emphasizing the narrowness of his hips and the thickness of his
Handsome was too pretty a word for his features. They
were rough, rugged and inspired a primal thrill in her. His dark
hair was a little long, falling around his ears and framing
those amazing eyes.
Claire could sense the wolf prowling, stalking her,
through those eyes. He was leaning against the doorframe. His
stance was deceptively relaxed, but Claire wasn’t buying into
She could feel the tension coiling in him as he studied
her like a hunter sizing up the prey he was about to take down.
Not with violence, though, but with barely restrained sexuality.
Her heart began to race as instinct whispered she should
flee. Claire ground her teeth together, her hands curling into
fists as she watched him sniff the air, scenting her arousal.
Her body’s response to his blatantly sexual look riled
her already inflamed temper. Narrowing her eyes on him, she rose
to her feet. Carefully she set the stack of files on her desk
and replaced the receiver.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m Chief Jacob.” The man nodded his head slightly. “You
must be Dorothy.”
“Very perceptive.” Claire was unable to keep the
sarcastic edge out of her tone.
“So you’re my new assistant.”
The smooth southern drawl dripped like honey down
Claire’s spine and pooled warmly between her legs. Claire
clamped her thighs together in a futile effort to hide his
effect on her.
She looked at Derek Jacob, keeping her eyes off his face
and away from those captivating eyes. The problem with that
tactic was it meant she had to look at the rest of him. His
hard, toned muscles were no less mouthwatering, no less
Her mouth went dry as she watched the bulge in his gray
slacks grow impossibly larger. Quickly she looked away, feeling
her panties dampen in response.
The bastard sniffed the air again and her eyes shot back
to his face. The edges of his lips kicked up in a satisfied
smile and Claire knew exactly what she was dealing with. A
Her eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as his gaze traveled
downward, stopping and staying on her breasts. Despite her
annoyance with the jerk, she felt her breasts tighten. Her
nipples hardened, straining against the flimsy silk blouse.
The phone rang just then, jarring her out of her growing
“Chief Jacob’s office. How may I help you?”
Claire saw Derek snicker as her tone changed, becoming
pleasant, almost cheerful. It was a farce. One she pulled off
with ease as she listened to a breathless woman asking if the
chief was in.
“Yes. May I ask who’s calling?” Claire had to stop
herself from rolling her eyes. With the Chief back, she was
probably going to get a lot of these calls. No doubt the man had
a whole harem of women who loved hard-bodied men in uniform.
“Never mind.” The line went dead before Claire could
“Well, Assistant Dorothy.” His joking use of her title
had Claire’s teeth grinding. “You ready to catch me up?”
“Of course, Chief Jacob.” Claire managed not to snarl.
Just barely, but she managed. Gathering his schedule, the files
he needed to review, and papers needing his signature, she
“After you.” Derek gestured to the open door of his
Lucky girl. That man is sizzling.
Kate’s hungry voice echoed through Claire’s mind. Claire
saw the ghost materialize for just a moment before fading back
into the air. The apparition’s habit of popping in and out
always irritated Claire.
“Something wrong?” For the first time the chief sounded
serious, almost alarmed as he looked around the room.
Yeah, he has too many clothes on.
Tell him to get naked.
Claire’s words were sharper than necessary. This time though her
annoyance was not directed at the chief.
Trying to ignore Kate, she focused on Derek. That was a
mistake. Trapped in the small office with him not more than a
foot away had a disastrous effect on her equilibrium. As sexy as
he was at a distance, he was outright gorgeous close up.
The small scars on his forehead and chin, the bump from a
break on his nose, the laugh lines around his mouth, every
little flaw added to his appeal. Derek Jacob was the living
personification of the sexy bad-boy.
A walking wet dream, that’s for damn sure.
Women don’t have wet dreams,
Claire mentally retorted, exasperated with the
The hell they can’t.
I never had one.
I’m having one right now.
You don’t have a body!
That’s not stopping me.
Claire took a deep breath, trying to clear her head. It
didn’t help. She stepped back, trying to put some distance
It was a futile effort, one the chief took notice of with
a raised eyebrow. His infernal smug smile reappeared. Arrogant
wolf, he was probably used to women responding this way to him.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine,” Claire muttered.
“A little hot maybe?” The humor in his tone was evident.
“You look a little flushed?”
“Hmm.” He considered her for a moment. “You’re breathing
a little fast. You got asthma?”
“I said I was fine.”
“No need to be snippy.” Derek shrugged.
“I was just being polite.”
Polite was not the word for what the man was being, but
Claire held her opinion back behind clenched teeth.
“Are you ready to work?”
“By all means.” Derek nodded to a chair as he moved
around his desk. “Have a seat and let’s get to it.”
Derek’s cock felt like a length of hot, living steel,
driving him almost beyond control with the primal beat of lust
pounding through his body. With every wave, his painfully tight
flesh whispered demands.
Fuck. Claim. Mate. Now.
Perspiration poured from his body, as he fought the need
to move faster. He wanted to pound into her, fill her, mark her
as his forever. First, he wanted to hear her scream her
satisfaction, scream his name, and beg him for more.
With an impatient motion, he shoved the jeans, with her
sodden panties, down her legs. The material easily slid away,
falling to the floorboard. The sweet scent of her arousal filled
the steamy air.
The smell beckoned him, drugged him, as he slipped his
fingers into the soft, wet folds of her pussy. She moaned, her
hips jerking up toward his caress as his finger rubbed against
her clit and began a slow circular motion that mimicked the
slide of his tongue around her nipple.
She was hot, wet, ready and he nearly exploded in his
jeans just from touching her. Silken muscles tightened as he
plunged two thick fingers into her tight, clenching core. The
muscles of her cunt tightened with biting force on his questing
finger, driving Derek nearly mad with the need to replace his
hands with his driving cock.
Ignoring her moans of protest, Derek lifted his head from
her breast. Wanting to imprint the image of her open, wet with
her desire, Derek stared down at her, not missing any detail of
her delicious sex.
His body tightened at the sight of glistening female
cream on her silken curls. The small lips pouted, parted,
revealing her swollen clit, the tiny entrance to her tight
sheath. His cock jerked, demanding release.
Unable to resist one taste, just one, he lowered his head
to her pussy, his hand abandoning her breast for his jeans. With
his other, he spread her pussy lips wide, examining the sweet
heaven he was about to lay claim to.
Bending his head, he flicked his tongue out to taste the
thick cream coating her sensitive lips. He licked one side then
the other, making her moan and buck beneath him as he slipped
past her clit, carefully avoiding the sensitive nub.
“My mate, hot, wet, hungry for me,” Derek growled a
second before plunging his tongue into her passage, making her
cry out. “Mine, all mine.”
Derek lifted one leg over his shoulder, opening her
further for his conquering mouth. He showed no mercy as he
fucked his tongue into her spasming cunt, licking upward to
tease and flick her clit occasionally. Her other leg fell off
the seat as her lower back lifted, offering him whatever he
Derek grasped his erection, stroking himself in an
attempt to prolong the exquisite agony. He was not ready to give
up his delicious treat, but his cock was making adamant demands.
It wanted to be inside her, pounding into her, and his dick
wanted that now.
The tenuous control he had maintained so far snapped.
Promising himself he would dedicate hours later to tasting that
sweet cunt that now belonged to him, he lifted himself up.
Sliding his hands beneath the soft globes of her ass, he angled
her toward his cock, placing the head against her opening.
He clenched his teeth against the pressure tightening his
balls, fighting the exquisite agony of holding back, as he
slowly forged into her hot, wet passage. Her muscles rippled,
convulsing as he fed her his full length.
Her sweet pussy ate every inch, the slick walls hugging
his inflamed flesh, pulling on him, begging for more until there
was no more to give her. Seated fully inside her, he held
himself still, savoring her tight hold, enjoying the feel of
pleasure bubbling from his balls and up his spine.
It had never been like this. Now it would never be any
other way. She was his mate, the woman who fit him perfectly,
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