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Gone with the Wolf
     

Gone with the Wolf

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by Kristin Miller
 

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CEO and alpha werewolf Drake Wilder has given up the search for his one true love. When he discovers that she’s a secretary in his company, Drake’s primal instincts kick into overdrive.

What he wouldn’t give to have her fingers rake over his body instead of the keyboard…

Free-spirited bartender Emelia Hudson wants

Overview

CEO and alpha werewolf Drake Wilder has given up the search for his one true love. When he discovers that she’s a secretary in his company, Drake’s primal instincts kick into overdrive.

What he wouldn’t give to have her fingers rake over his body instead of the keyboard…

Free-spirited bartender Emelia Hudson wants nothing more than to make her Seattle-based bar succeed. But when profits decline, she slips into a dress suit and secures a nine-to-five. After learning that her bar has become property of Wilder Financial, Emelia is determined to get some answers.

Two can play the ruthless business game. If only her attraction to the boss wasn’t so intense…

When Drake’s twin brother senses that Drake has found his match—and now inherits their father’s billion dollar estate—he hatches a plan to take Emelia out. Drake vows to protect her at all costs, but he might have to pay with his own life.

Each book in the Seattle Wolf Pack series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Series Order:
Book #1 Gone With The Wolf
Book #2 Four Weddings and a Werewolf
Book #3 So I Married a Werewolf

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781622661442
Publisher:
Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date:
04/23/2013
Series:
Seattle Wolf Pack , #1
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
208
Sales rank:
42,388
File size:
2 MB

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Gone with the Wolf


By Kristin Miller, Liz Pelletier, Kaleen Harding

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2013 Kristin Miller
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-144-2


CHAPTER 1

Emelia Hudson knew she shouldn't be snooping through her boss's wine cellar, but his secret stash was down here and damn it, he owed her a bottle. Or a case.

Slipping off her heels, Emelia kicked them into the corner of the spacious cellar, and jumped from the feel of the frosty granite floor against her bare feet. The cellar was bigger than her Seattle apartment, with a nasty draft sweeping through the wrought iron French doors behind her. The space felt more like a high-class smoking room than a cellar, with large stone pillars, leather-wrapped seats, and a pungent musk floating in the air. Chandeliers hung on either end of the ceiling, shedding amber auras of light over two barrels topped with stone slabs. Not a single wine case cluttered the floor, and not a single pigeonhole was deprived of a bottle.

"There you are, beautiful," Emelia said, swiping a corked bottle of 1996 Château Lafite off one of the barrels.

She refilled her glass — for the fifth time this evening — and swirled the dark liquid round and round. The mint and black currant aroma hit her nose, causing her eyes to roll back in her head. Taking a sip, Emelia moaned as the bold flavor of succulent silk hit her tongue.

"You," she said, pinching her eyes shut, savoring the changing flavors, "are simply divine."

"I'll say," someone said from the doorway.

Emelia started. Droplets of wine hurtled down her throat, catching like stones in her windpipe. She choked hard and bowled over as she tried to the get the damn silky stuff out of her lungs.

"That good, huh?" The man was beside her before she knew what was happening, massaging small circles across her back.

Emelia backed against the barrel and away from the stranger's touch. From the few seconds he'd massaged her, Emelia's skin had warmed, tingling with strange, electrically charged sensations.

"I'm fine," she choked out, gaining her bearings.

The stranger radiated intimidation. Six feet tall. Broad, flexing shoulders. His white cotton dress shirt was pulled taut, stretching over layers of rippling muscle. A square, hard-set jaw with a shadow of stubble, and pressed-white lips gave him a downright stony appearance. But despite his hardened expression and daunting stature, mesmerizing chocolate-brown eyes bore into Emelia's, chilling her body to match her bare feet.

Did this guy work for Wilder Financial? Was he a bouncer sent to drag her back upstairs? The Halloween office party had been monster-mashing for the last two hours and the cellar had been deemed off-limits. Solitude was the reason Emelia sought out the cellar in the first place. Well, that and her boss's stash of fine wine.

"No one's supposed to be down here," she said, nerves kicking up a notch.

"I could tell you the same thing." Folding his arms across his barrel of a chest, the stranger backed away and leaned against the doorframe. A slow smile spread across his full lips. "I don't recall Little Red Riding Hood packing wine on her trip to Grandmother's."

"Yeah, well ..." Emelia flicked at the cape brushing her knees and laughed. "I hate costume parties and didn't think I was coming until the last minute. When I finally decided I had to be here, the costume store had two choices: Little Red Riding Slut or Sexy Feather-Dusting Maid. I went with Little Red."

Why'd she just tell him all that? She shouldn't have gulped down that last glass of wine. It had loosened her lips, affecting her more than it should've.

"I think the costume was a good choice." The stranger strode into the cellar, his gait confident and powerful, and swept a thick-stemmed wineglass off the nearest barrel. "May I? Or were you planning on downing that bottle yourself?"

"No, no, please, help yourself." With a tipsy bow and a giggle, Emelia swept her arm aside. "Where's your costume?"

He glanced down at his slacks as if he just realized he wasn't dressed for the party. "Maybe I'm the Big Bad Wolf hiding in business attire instead of old lady pajamas."

"You don't look like a wolf."

"No?"

Emelia leaned in close, squinting at his glinting white — and very human — teeth, then laughed. "Nope. No fangs."

He eyed her curiously, filled his glass, and sipped on it as though he'd never tasted anything like it before. He swished the wine in his cheeks before swallowing, all the while holding Emelia's gaze. Intensity smoldered behind his eyes; Emelia swore someone kicked the thermostat up a few degrees.

"So," he said, eyeing her wild mane of blond hair that'd come loose from her hood, "why do you have to be here?"

Although Emelia knew the man wasn't really a wolf — come on, those only existed in Paris-set horror movies, Twilight, and her wildest dreams — he gazed at her like he was insatiably hungry. Her body quivered beneath his gorgeous stare. Stunned by the man's raw sexual appeal, Emelia shook cobwebs from her brain. "Excuse me?"

"You said you hate parties and that you have to be here. Did some crazed date make you come?"

"Oh, if you only knew."

"Enlighten me." He smiled slowly, twinging something in Emelia's chest.

As much as she wanted to tell this stranger the truth, she couldn't.

I'm here to seduce our boss. Chain him to his bed. Take some pictures. Instagram them to the web. You know, the usual Halloween party antics.

Not only would the hot-to-trot stranger laugh in her face, he would probably run to her superiors and blab his brains out, and she would lose her secretarial temp job. She couldn't let that happen. She needed the money, and she needed to figure out a way to talk to Mr. Wilder about the massive wrench he'd thrown in her gears. Two months ago, he claimed to have bought the building that her bar, the Knight Owl, resides in. If she hadn't dumped her savings into the place, she would've hired a lawyer to figure out what was going on and fight back. But under the circumstances, Emelia could barely afford the gas in her car to get to work.

She'd spent weeks trying to get past Wilder Financial's complaint department and kept ramming into a stone wall of indifference. No matter how many letters Emelia sent demanding to set up a meeting with Mr. Wilder, or how many times she called to talk about how it was impossible that they both had a deed to the same building, no one listened. No one cared. Even when she'd tried to bypass Mr. Wilder's flunkies and communicate with him directly, she'd gotten the same response. Mr. Stuck-Up Wilder refused to acknowledge her presence. He always seemed too occupied at his East Coast offices, or unavailable to meet.

So she'd taken a job at his office, hoping to kill two birds with one stone — she'd make some money, and figure out what the hell was going on in the process.

Mr. Wilder wouldn't be able to ignore her once he was good and tied to his bed.

Only that plan had gone down the toilet, along with her hopes and dreams of the Knight Owl becoming the most well-known bar in Seattle. Mr. Wilder had been called away on business and wouldn't be attending the Halloween party after all.

"Guess you could say I was dying to pay back Mr. Wilder for something."

Her words seemed to intrigue the stranger. His dark brows quirked. His shoulders tensed — only a bit — but she noticed. He took a long, hard drink instead of responding, and an uncomfortable silence fizzed between them.

Did she say something wrong? Did he have some vendetta against Mr. Wilder, too? Rumors of Mr. Wilder's coldness preceded him. Maybe his harsh, careless demeanor had permeated through his business more than she'd originally thought. The possibility lessened Emelia's guilt, taking weight off her shoulders — Mr. Wilder deserved what was coming to him.

"You never said what you were doing down here." Emelia tapped her fingers against the stone-topped barrel, wondering if there was another bouncer on the way. And exactly what was the alcohol content of the wine she drank? Her insides were warm and her brain was fuzzy. No wine had ever affected her this way before. "Are you on duty?"

"On duty?" The tension in his shoulders eased as a laugh escaped him. "No, I'm here for the party. I work for Wilder Financial Services like you do."

"I've never seen you there before." She would've remembered seeing a Greek god wandering the whitewashed halls. Damn, her teeth were beginning to chatter. She would be lucky to remember any of this night. What a disaster. "Which depot — I mean, department, are you in?"

"Administration." He leaned against a stone pillar and pushed his dark hair behind his ears. Why was he acting like he had nowhere to go? Didn't he have to get back up to the party? He'd have a date waiting for him, wouldn't he? Drop-dead gorgeous Channing Tatum look-alikes never came to parties stag. "You?"

"I'm a temp. I started last month as a secretary, but they've already shuffled me 'round to marketing, directory assistance, and main office ... something." She shooed her hand around her face as the words evaporated from her brain. "I'm more like an office rover than anything. Ha!" She snorted, then caught herself. "I'm Rover. Woof!"

The stranger laughed and seemed to relax into the pillar. "Let me get this straight ... you hate costume parties and you hate being here, but since Mr. Wilder isn't coming tonight, you've decided to empty his stash of expensive wine?"

"Pretty much." She nodded. As the thought of Mr. Wilder coming home to his mansion and finding an emptied wine cellar struck her, Emelia laughed, lurched forward, and slapped the stranger in the chest. The instant her hand struck a warm slate of stone, she drew it back and held it against her stomach. "Have you ever met him?"

His brown eyes burned with hints of desire. "Once or twice."

"What's he like?"

"He's a bit of a prick, really. Cold. Controlled. Probably not your type." He frowned at the last part, though he couldn't have known how true he shot. "What's your name?"

She teetered a bit, closer to his tantalizing masculine scent, then farther away. "Emelia Hudson, but friends call me Emie. I'm not usually like this, I swear. I can usually hold my liquor; I'm a bartender for crying out loud. I think it's because I haven't eaten anything today." She squinted, her vision going a bit blurry. What was happening? "I'm starving."

"You're a bartender? I thought you said you were a temp."

"Potato, potahto. Ooh, I could really go for some fries right now." The chandeliers began to tilt and spin as the floor rolled beneath Emelia's feet. She closed the distance between them and stood up on teetering tiptoe to meet him eye to eye. Her skin flushed hot. If the temperature in the cellar hadn't just skyrocketed, she was the first twenty-five-year-old on record to start menopause. "Am I as hot as you are? I mean, are you as hot as I am? No, that's not right either." She paused, slowing her thoughts to molasses. "Is the room spinning for you, too?"

She may have been seeing things, but could've sworn the stranger nodded. "You're not what I was expecting to find when I came down here tonight. You're not afraid to say what's on your mind, are you?"

"Nope." She put her hand to her head, steadying herself. "Never have been."

A strange vibe shot between them as he put two fingers to her chin and lifted her gaze to his.

"There's something about you," he whispered. Emelia felt like a puppet on a string, held captive by the two fingers holding her chin. "You're ... different."

"Is diff'rent good?" It had to be the wine. It had to be the hint of want sparking in the stranger's dark, brooding eyes. It had to be the fact that she'd never see him again — Wilder Financial Services was a maze of offices and halls. The urge to taste the stranger's lips overtook her. "What am I doing?" As the question escaped her lips, Emelia pressed forward, brushing her lips against his.

His mouth was soft and supple. Dreamier than it should've been. Maybe it was the excitement of kissing a stranger. Yup, had to be it. Excitement sizzled through Emelia's body, curling her toes, crinkling the skin over her bones. No one had ever riled her up this much from doing so little. It was a kiss. A tiny little kiss that could've been forgotten.

There was no way she'd forget this. As Emelia parted her lips to draw the stranger's tongue into her mouth, he pulled back.

"We probably shouldn't," he said, but the hunger in his eyes spoke otherwise.

How could he deny her? She'd already tasted the sweetness of his lips and wanted more. As she leaned forward to catch his mouth, she misjudged the distance between them and smashed against his chest. He caught her, roping an arm around her waist.

"Forget me tomorrow. Hell, forget me tonight." Shivers danced over Emelia's skin and she closed her eyes. "But kiss me now."

He squeezed her tightly against him. Crushed his mouth to hers with more passion than she expected. She became drunk on his mouth, his kiss, the way he worked his tongue like a skilled lover. He tasted of wine and lust and intensity unlike anything she'd ever had. She lost herself in him. Felt her body pull to his. She molded against his sculpted chest. Moaned into his mouth and dug her fingers into his hair.

With a growl, he pulled back, keeping her at arm's length, his fingers gouging into her shoulders. "This isn't possible." He breathed hard, chest heaving. "This can't be happening. Not now."

Oh, this was happening. Right here. Right now.

"Where'd you come from?"

God, she was so dizzy. Was she sitting? Lying down? She pinched her eyes shut, willing his mouth to cover hers again. "I come from the Knight Owl."

"What? No, I mean which office are you from? Did someone send you?"

"It's the name of my bar. The Knight Owl. That's why I'm here." She was saying too much. She should stop. She should kiss him again and shut him up, too.

She pushed forward, but he'd already pulled away, dropping his hands from her shoulders. "I'm sorry, Emelia, but I have to go."

Emelia's eyes flashed open and she spun, landing against the massive wine rack with a thud. "I don't even know your name."

Not that she wanted to know. Nope. Didn't want to look him up in the office directory for a night of fun. No way.

"Drake," he said, turning back at the French doors that led out of the cellar. "My friends call me Drake. And I have to say, while you probably won't remember this, you're the sexiest Little Red Riding Hood I've ever seen."

"Isn't Drake the name of a plant from Harry Potter?" Heart thudding in her chest, Emelia closed her eyes and laid her head on the rack behind her. "What was it called again? Drake ... miss ... mandrake! Yup, that's it. The plant with all the crazy roots."

When Emelia peeled her eyes open, Drake was gone, leaving her with a warm buzz in her belly, a brain as empty as her glass of Lafite, and the lingering taste of their kiss on her tongue.

CHAPTER 2

As the sun reached its peak in the sky the next day, Drake stepped out of his limo and onto the busy curb in front of Wilder Financial. If he were the nervous type, his palms would've been sticky with sweat. He would've adjusted his tie a thousand times on the ride over. He would've phoned the office to make sure everything was in order. Instead, his body became rigid, wound tight with anticipation. Knots of tension pinballed around his stomach, and his chest hardened with hot rods of adrenaline.

Struggling to keep his impulses in check, Drake strode through the glass doors of his office building and passed by a gawking secretary, who stood the instant he made eye contact.

"Good morning, Mr. Wilder," she said, alarmed, pressing down the front of her dress suit.

"Good morning." Drake didn't mean to startle her, so he nodded politely and picked up his pace through the whitewashed lobby.

Employees whispered and stared as he passed by, though he couldn't blame them for their odd behavior. He was the leper CEO of Wilder Financial, the boss who rarely peeked his head out of his office. He hated this part of the building — the sterile and impersonal nature of it — which was probably why he never entered through the sweeping front doors. He preferred to show up via helicopter from the pad on the roof, then take the stairs down to his upper-level office. It was easier to keep snooping noses out of his private life that way, too. If anyone got too close and found out he was a three-hundred-year-old werewolf, he was done for.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Gone with the Wolf by Kristin Miller, Liz Pelletier, Kaleen Harding. Copyright © 2013 Kristin Miller. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Meet the Author

Kristin Miller has had a passion for language and literature her whole life. Born and raised in Northern California, she often made up stories about faraway places and edge-of-your-seat adventures. After graduating from Humboldt State University, Kristin taught high school and middle school English, married her college sweetheart, and had two beautiful munchkins. In 2008, she took time off from teaching to raise her children and started writing while they napped.

Her first novel released in 2011, and since then she has had six paranormal romances published. She is the author of the dark and gritty Vampires of Crimson Bay series, and the short but steamy Isle of Feralon novellas.


New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kristin Miller writes sweet and sassy contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and steamy paranormal romance of all varieties. Kristin has degrees in psychology, English, and education, and taught high school and middle school English before crossing over to a career in writing. She lives in Northern California with her alpha male husband and their two children. You can usually nd her in the corner of a coffee shop, laptop in front of her and mocha in hand, using the guests around her as fuel for her next book.

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Gone with the Wolf 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 50 reviews.
HopeWasHere More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved Gone With the Wolf by Kristin Miller, I was addicted from the very first chapter. The descriptions of Emelia and Drake’s first encounter we’re so good I couldn’t help but smile and keep reading. Everything about Emelia screams independence and determination and Miller kept her true to her character throughout the entire book, not making Emelia sacrifice some key element of herself in order to catch her boss’s attention gave the story some bonus points. Even though Drake Wilder (who stole my breath from his swoon worthiness) could certainly be considered a Greek God and an alpha werewolf/CEO he changed throughout the story which only made him so much better.  Gone with the Wolf held me captivated from the very beginning. I was absorbed into both Emelia and Drake’s lives devouring each word like it was the last with my kindle glued to my hands, heart clenching and full of anticipation until the very end. Gone with the Wolf is an easy read (I’m not saying that to knock Kristin Miller at all! I simply mean that it flows and will keep you reading) filled with exciting turn of events, amazing scenes and a flawless writing style that made the story magic. 
cdlacombe2 More than 1 year ago
Gone with the Wolf I got this book early for an honest review. First let me say that I love shifter books. It is one of my favorite in the paranormal genre, that and vampires. I also love erotic romances. This book fills both of those categories for me. I also need a HEA and I got that also. I LOVE this book!! Drake and Emie were just so HOT together. I also liked that Kristin let them build their feelings for each other before they actually had sex, meaning that it wasn't in the first couple of pages. But there was a connection in the first chapter like the description says because she is his luminary, his mate. Anyone who reads shifter books knows that they connect when they find their mate. There were times that I laughed and cried. Drake's brother Silas was just evil. Now I am not going to say anymore because that would give away the story. I think you should read this book if you like erotic, hot, Alpha werewolves and a good romance. This was part one of the Seattle pack and I am looking forward to the rest.
Lagalloway More than 1 year ago
I give Kristin Miller’s Gone with the Wolf 4 ½ stars!! This book has it all from the rich, mysterious, drop-dead sexy man to the beautiful, no-nonsense, speaks her mind woman to sibling rivalry, to werewolves and fated soul mates.  Emelia and Drake captured my being and didn’t let go. You know a book is good when the characters have weaseled their way into your heart and your emotions are just as intense as theirs. Emelia, Drake, and Silas are realistic to their surrounding environments, making this tale involving werewolves believable. Emelia, being full of sarcasm and wit from working tooth and nail to keep her bar from crumbling, Drake being full of logic and reasoning from hundreds of years in the business world and numbers and investments, yet having to deal with new feelings that consume him, and Silas being full of contempt, dripping with hatred from not having what is “rightfully” his from the moment his father died. The reason I didn’t give it 5 stars? Only because I would have personally liked a more in depth turning point at the climax of the story. Kristin Miller’s use of language is phenomenal throughout the entire book! Not repetitive, finding new words and phrases to draw you in to each scene, emotion, conflict, and character. Her writing gives the book the perfect amount of personality and flare. Kristin, Thank You! for this wonderful story and the characters that will now reside in my heart, joining the other characters from my other favorite books. I received an ARC for my honest review, and this is my honest to goodness, straight from the heart review!
rockygirl1 More than 1 year ago
Sexy fun romp!  There is something fun about romances that involve humans that can change into animals! I really liked this one… Truly there isn't a lot to say about it other than that!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Flew through this book at record speed. Super fun, fast-paced, and sexy. Emelia's a spirited, care-free, witty, strong heroine and I couldn't wait for her to get her man. What can I say about Drake? Hot, wild, and alpha...but nothing Emelia couldn't handle. Highly recommended.
Cindy_W0 More than 1 year ago
Gone With the Wolf by Kristin Miller is a scorching fun paranormal read. Emelia and Drake burn right off of the page with their heat. Emelia takes a temp job at Drake’s company after finding out that his company bought the building her bar, the Knight Owl, resides in after she had already purchased the building. Until she  can get to meet with him, she tries her best to undermine him but what she didn’t count on was the sizzling attraction they share upon meeting. Werewolf Drake is stunned to discover his Luminary  hiding out in his wine cellar during a company Halloween party. In addition to the addictive pull he feels toward Emelia, he can only become the ruler of his pack if he bonds with his Luminary. The alternative is horrifying for control of the pack would go to his insane twin brother Silas. The conflicts are believable as they work through Emelia’s stubbornness, a lie Drake’s father told him and the ever present violent threat that Silas represents. Gone With the Wolf came to a satisfying conclusion with a well-matched couple declaring their love for one another. I received this ARC in exchange for an honest  review.
EmiliaS More than 1 year ago
**I received a copy of this book for an honest review** I loved it! I would have finished it in one sitting, but with things like kids that’s always unlikely lol however, I was able to finish it the day I started it.  Emelia has a personal vendetta against the evil and conniving CEO of Wilder Financial so she starts working at the firm so she can confront the man that she believes to be an evil, money and power hungry, scoundrel. When she finally is able to meet and confront him though, the man she believes he is, is so contradictory to the man she comes to know. Drake, which I couldn’t help but picture Joe Maganiello the ENTIRE time I was reading this lol, is a smart, sexy, Alpha business man who finally finds his true mate, but when his twin gets wind of what’s happening, he tries to prevent it at costs. Emelia and Drake couldn’t be any more opposite, she’s an on whim does and says whatever she wants kind of woman. While Drake is a strategic, logical, and  plans out everything kind of man. The fact that he is a super sexy hot Alpha werewolf is a HUGE plus lol, at least for me. But like I always say, opposites attract, I always love reading stories and seeing people in RL who are nothing like each other, but can get along and have a connection like no other and when the sex is hot, that’s just the huge cherry on top of the awesome pie. Gone with the Wolf was a great read, it had everything I love in the story, hot steamy sex, some action, and romance. I definitely recommend it, and this is actually my first Kristin Miller read so I will definitely be adding her books to my growing by the minute TBR lol. 
Peachs44 More than 1 year ago
Take one Alpha male werewolf toss in a free-spirited bartender mix in some attraction and chemistry add a side of disgruntled sibling and you have one great story with Gone with the Wolf. Drake is hot, sexy and smart but he has this thing about control. Emelia is the perfect blend of spunk, independence and softness. I think it's great how Emelia stands up to him about what is important to her...no swooning heroine here. Also important is how Drake doesn't treat her like a mindless female. Despite Drake being an Alpha he didn't have this pretense of chest thumping "Me Tarzan, you Jane" attitude. Drake was masculine with the "Mine" but still respectful to her decisions. They are two characters that are a perfect balance for each other. BTW...is it wrong of me to think it's funny Drake didn't get Emelia's slang? In all honesty, Drake reaction and not getting Emelia's sarcasm is exactly what I expect of someone that has a few centuries under the belt, but it's still funny. You know what I really liked about this book? Despite the hot sexual content, the Drake and Emelia waited to have sex. No hopping into the sack in the first two chapters. There is an actual getting to know each other development between the two characters that I find refreshing. ***Little SPOILER alert! Even though the title of the book is Gone with the Wolf, I think author Kristin Miller made an excellent choice in having them watch Sabrina. One of my favorite movies and a great double meaning tie in (Read the book to find out why!). Okay, done with my spoiler*** I will admit I particularly didn't care for the book cover. I would have given this book a 4-star rating if it wasn't for the cover. Drake and Emelia are two strong characters and the cover seems a bit...soft. Don't get me wrong, it's a great cover just not necessarily a great representation of this story. It conveyed a different storyline than what I expected and since to me a book is the whole package, I can only give it 3-stars. Cover aside, Gone with the Wolf is a fast paced, easy read full of twist and turns that will keep the reader pleasantly surprised. An all-around great book to past the afternoon away with. I received this book from JeepDiva in exchange for my honest review. The opinions and rating of this review are solely mine and in no way was I compensated.
Gina04 More than 1 year ago
This is my first read from Kristin Miller and I am so glad I found her. This is the first book in her Seattle Wolf Series and I will be making sure that I keep an eye out for the next book so I can follow Drake and Emelia on this journey.
DiiMI More than 1 year ago
Gone with the Wolf, by Kristin Miller is the first novel in her new series, Seattle Wolf Pack. Free-spirited and brash bartender Emelia Hudson wants nothing more than to make her Seattle-based bar succeed. She has poured her heart, soul and bank account into it, thinking she was the owner of the building, but she was the victim of a scam. The building belonged to the mega corporation Wilder Financial, whose CEO is alpha werewolf Drake Wilder. With a plan in her head to force a confrontation with Mr. Wilder, and win her building back, Emelia takes a temp job at the Wilder business. They meet under rather comical circumstances and the fur flies from there, because she is Drake’s Luminary, or soulmate. She’s also only human. Meanwhile Drake’s evil twin is plotting to take it all, the business, the pack and will stop at nothing to have it. Can Emelia allow herself to trust in Drake? Will Emelia live through the sibling rivalry? Kristin Miller did a great job creating humorous situations, and some of the banter between the characters was very appealing. She even turned up the heat as the romantic tension between Drake and Emelia grew! Still, I felt I was missing something, a deep connection to the characters that made them totally likeable and believable for me! Drake, well, he was a typical over-bearing alpha, but wore his blinders too often. Talk about clueless in Seattle! As for Emelia, she was over the top, um, too blue collar, overly crass, overly snarky when it wasn’t called for, just too much for me! A reverse snob! The redeeming character for me, you ask? Logan, with only a couple of appearances, he completely held my interest! Dark, mysterious and strong, with some attitude/resentment alluded to! This edition was provided by NetGalley and Entangled Publishing in exchange for my honest review.
closkot More than 1 year ago
My Thoughts - 5 out of 5 Unicorns - I loved it!!! ***Received the ebook from Entangled Publishing for an honest review This is book 1 in Seattle Wolf Pack series. This is for adults only due to the steamy. I read book 3 before I realized this was a series. I love this story from the start, but werewolf shifter PNRs are my favorite kind of stories…okay any shifter PNR :) Emelia is a feisty and spunky female lead that you love to love because she knows who she is and won’t let anyone change that even the sexy Alpha Drake. All sorts of chemistry, drama, and danger in this story that keep you enthralled in the story. I loved every moment! I highly recommend this series to members of the pack as well as any PNR lover! You will find a great story right here!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
179 pages. Good story, left some questions. Like what happened to his brother after attacking them., how was he punished?
LindaTownsend More than 1 year ago
I have read this series out-of-order. I first read the third book in this series, SO I MARRIED A WEREWOLF, and enjoyed it so much that when I saw the box set of all three books in the series available, I jumped on it! AND was completely mesmerized! GONE WITH THE WOLF by Kristin Miller is the story of CEO and alpha werewolf Drake Wilder and bar-owner Emelia Hudson. When Emelia discovers that the title to her bar has been assumed by Wilder Financial, she is determined to crack the crooked shenanigans that obviously occurred to make that happen. I really enjoyed this installment and highly recommend the box set to anyone who enjoys shifter paranormal romances. My full review will be posted to the box set. 4 Stars!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story was sweet and funny
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved the characters, loved the story and felt it was refreshing! Definitely worth a read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was the best werewolf story I've ever read. I could not put it down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A new author to me, but a great story!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Pretty good characters, nice storyline. Liked it well enough to pur
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great story, fast paced with both fun and suspense. I enjoyed it so much I ordered book two in the series.
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