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    Falling For A Wolf #1 (BBW Werewolf Romance): Falling For A Wolf, #1
    Falling For A Wolf #1 (BBW Werewolf Romance): Falling For A Wolf, #1
    Falling For A Wolf #1 (BBW Werewolf Romance): Falling For A Wolf, #1
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    Falling For A Wolf #1 (BBW Werewolf Romance): Falling For A Wolf, #1

    By Mac Flynn

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    Christina 'Chrissy" Monet aspired for something more than the life of a simple blog columnist.  Her wishes come true when an old wooded property comes up for sale, and she pours her life-savings into the fixer-upper.  The property comes with the added bonus of a handsome neighbor by the name of Adam Smith, but sparks fizzle rather than sizzle when she realizes he owns half the property she hoped to have.  They part ways with biting remarks on her part, but she finds her carpentry skills aren't up to the task and she's forced into a relationship with the mysterious Smith.  Strange happenings occur and she's left wondering whether Smith has more up his sleeve than muscle.

    Falling For A Wolf #1 is the first book in the FALLING FOR THE WOLF series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCrescent Moon Studios, Inc.
    Release dateJan 6, 2015
    ISBN9781507078662
    Falling For A Wolf #1 (BBW Werewolf Romance): Falling For A Wolf, #1
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    Mac Flynn

    A seductress of sensual words and a lover of paranormal plots, Flynn enjoys writing thrilling paranormal stories filled with naughty fun and hilarious hijinks. She is the author of numerous paranormal series that weave suspense, adventure and a good joke into a one-of-a-kind experience that readers are guaranteed to enjoy. From long adventure novels to tasty little short-story treats, there's a size and adventure for everyone.Want to know when her next series comes out? Join The Flynn newsletter and be the first to know! macflynn.com/newsletter/Also check out her website at macflynn.com for listings and excerpts of all of her books!

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    • 1/5
      Warning! There was a mistake when putting the book on the app. This is not part 1 it's actually part 2.
    • 1/5
      This book was such a let down. I was hoping for steamy romance and a little *cough cough* action. The description was just so deceiving and also the cover page for this book!
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      3 Stars...

      I honestly enjoyed this book. Falling for a wolf is about Christina. She is a blogger and makes enough cash for her firm, that her boss gives her some leeway. Christina has been on the look-out for a cabin for sale, somewhere she could live, far enough away from her job, that she doesn't have to come in once a week for a debriefing. Christinas mom informs her that the house they rented 15 years ago was for sale, and Christina immediatly bought it. What she doesn't know is that she only bought part of the property, and that she has a new neighbour. Adam Smith is a strange man, and Christina soon discovers he's a werewolf. Instead of fleeing like her brain orders her too, she tells it to shut up, and demands answers from this dangerous creature, while making her aware she has her moms silverware in one of her boxes - just in case he doesn't behave.

      I liked the idea of the book, and I'll totally read the next book in the short series. Each book is around 90 pages long, or something like that.

      While there were some errors in the gramma, the one that ticked me off the most, was the incorrect use of "your" and "you're". I'm from Denmark, 16 years old, and even I know how to use those correctly.

      All in all, it was an enjoyable read, and I'd totally recommend it for any werewolf fans out there.

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    Falling For A Wolf #1 (BBW Werewolf Romance) - Mac Flynn

    1

    Ihadn’t driven that road in fifteen years. Hell, I hadn’t been driving the car those fifteen years ago, not unless my parents had decided it was time to teach their ten-year old daughter how to drive a stick. Things had changed, I had changed, and more things were going to change.

    First, though, my heels clicked on the empty halls. It was the long walk I took once a week down the hollow corridor to the dungeon-like room. It was there that I would be a slave to my master, a man of little pity but a long whip. He would crack it and order us-

    Do you have to be so loud? the man beside me complained. On either side of us were rows of desks and cubicles filled with our fellow employees.

    All right, I admit I wasn’t walking to some evil dungeon that held a torture master. Instead I was at my office, or rather my office away from my office. My name is Christina Monet, and I am a website content provider extraordinaire. At least, that was my job description. In layman’s terms I was a blogger, a columnist, a bullshitter, a writer of interesting one-off articles that caught your attention in the blink of an eye and lost it just as fast. I could crank out a column a day if the topic didn’t involve too much research, two if it was in-depth science-y stuff. That was how I made my living, and I wasn’t half-bad at it. I got the clicks and was rewarded with a paycheck. That paycheck was what got me on that old road down memory lane.

    First, though, it got me this weekly meeting of the content providers. The man beside me was one of them. I can’t remember his name, so to be accurate and mature I’ll call him Butt-face. Butt-face scowled at the clack of my shoes, but I couldn’t help it. Most days I went around in pajamas and slippers. This weekly submission to the pantriarchy was a real pain in the heels.

    I have a condition that forces me to walk loudly, I told Butt-face. He sneered, but didn’t bother me further.

    We walked down the long hall to the meeting room where our boss, Mr. Whinier, would go over the sales figures and crack his whip to get us motivated. Me and a half dozen others, including Butt-face, walked into the long meeting room with its long meeting table and took our seats. At the head of the table was Whinier. He was about fifty with hair that bespoke Rogaine and a wide, fake smile that scared small children. Me, too, when he got close enough.

    At the foot was a giant flat-screen TV. On the screen were another half-dozen smaller screens. Some showed people, and others were black but soon turned on to show more of our fellow employees. I envied those people. They were the special ones, the ones who worked too far from the office to be forced to come into the meeting and only had an occasional face-to-face meeting with the boss. Oh sure, they wore blouses and shirts like the rest of us, but I bet underneath the screen they were naked. Now you know why I envied them.

    All right, time for the sales figures, Mr. Whinier barked.

    As he droned on about money, profits, stocks and money, my eyes wandered over to the screen and my mind wandered into a daydream. I imagined myself seated at my desk in my own home, and a causal glance out the window would show me a shimmering lake or green lawn with waving grass. Birds would be chirping on the windowsill and a dog would-

    Miss Monet, pay attention! Whinier barked.

    I jumped and slapped a smile on my face. Sorry about that, Mr. Whinier.

    I don’t want apologies, I just want you to pay attention, he growled.

    He went over his numbers, and a long two hours later the meeting was at an end and so were a few of my brain cells. I, with my compatriots, stumbled from the room and out into the harsh artificial light of the long hallway to the elevators. Butt-face came up beside me and sneered. You’re lucky you make so much money or Whinier would’ve booted your ass out the door.

    He’d boot your ass out the door but it’s too big, I snapped back.

    I eluded his ugly looks and opted for the one route his chubbiness would never travel, the stairs. As I made my way down the many flights I pondered my present situation and decided I really needed a change of scenery, if only to escape having to be face-to-face with Butt-face. Maybe seeing him and the others through a screen would ease the shock of seeing their cheerful, smiling faces every week.

    With that decided I shuffled home to my tiny apartment and plopped myself onto my decrepit couch. The place was the pits and I could have afforded better, but I saved my money and held out for a piece of real estate of my own far from the bustle and hustle of the city. That, and the boardroom.

    Then the phone rang. I picked it up and groaned. It was my mom for our weekly chat. My parents lived too far away to visit, so we called each other a lot. I answered it. Hi, mom.

    Hello, Chrissy, I was just checking up on you and your week, my mom’s sweet voice sang over the receiver.

    Ugh, I groaned.

    That well? she teased.

    You know a good piece of swamp I can buy so I can get out of these face-to-face meetings? I asked her.

    There’s always the guest house, my mom suggested. My parents had a guest house in the backyard I used as my own home before moving to the city.

    I rolled onto my stomach and glared at the arm of the couch. I was hoping to get a dog someday, and you know Dad’s allergies. He was allergic to every kind of pet that had fur. Even the sight of a cat or dog on the television made him shudder.

    What about a small house nearby? We could help you move in, she persisted.

    I face planted into the couch cushion and my words were muffled by the old fluff. Mom.

    All right, all right, no moving in next door to the parents because you want to be your own woman, my mom agreed. There was a pause and I could imagine her tapping her chin like she always did. You know, if you’re really looking for something to buy there’s always the cabin near Froggy Pond, she told me.

    I lifted my head and looked at the receiver like it was nuts. Froggy Pond? I repeated.

    My mom laughed. "Don’t you remember? It’s what you called the pond near that cabin house

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