Snow's Seduction

Snow's Seduction

by Kristin Miller

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ISBN-13: 9781633759541
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 06/05/2017
Series: A Snow White Werewolf Tale , #1
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 80
Sales rank: 243,612
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

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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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.

www.facebook.com/AuthorKristinMiller
www.twitter.com/kristinmiller02
www.kristinmiller.net

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Snow's Seduction

A Snow While Werewolf Tale: Part One of Three


By Kristin Miller, Candace Havens

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2017 Kristin Miller
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-63375-954-1


CHAPTER 1

Snow

Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest White Wolf Pack


"Mirror, mirror on the wall," I pray, staring at my reflection, "please don't let Malcolm's dick be small."

Of all the things that could be wrong with him, this is the only thing on my mind. The teensy-tiny little smidgeon of uncertainty niggling at the back of my brain. Because come on, there has to be something wrong with Malcolm Taylor, wildly successful CEO of Taylor's Jewelry in New York City. Nobody is intelligent, hardworking, witty, and swinging a club between the legs.

He's a total Hemsworth to boot, or so he seems from the pictures. Just under six feet tall, dirty-blond hair that tickles his broad shoulders, tapered waist, muscles for days — more than enough to sweep me off my feet — and dreamy blue eyes.

Does he have a sixth toe? A nasty scar? I'll gladly accept both of those things and so much more.

"But for the love of God," I say aloud before spreading ruby-red gloss across my lips, "please don't let him be packing peanuts below the belt."

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," my stepmother says from behind me, drawing me around. Although she's only in her mid-forties, the silvery-white hair pulled back from her narrow face, and the stress lines etched around her eyes make her appear twenty years older. She's holding out a glass filled with a lime-green alcohol. "I brought this to loosen your nerves."

I frown, staring at the martini glass. "What is it?"

"Tonight's special." As her lips curl into a sinister smile, I notice that she's painted them dark burgundy. It reminds me of the shade of blood. "It's an appletini. Made just for you."

"Thanks." I take the drink and sip carefully. It's mostly vodka, with a hint of sweetness. Perfection. "I don't like these parties. Never have. Too many people."

"I know." My stepmother folds her arms over her chest, giving off a vibe of icy indifference. "But tonight, it's paramount that you put your best foot forward. I've just received word that Malcolm Taylor has arrived."

"Already?" The breath catches in my throat. "He's early."

"I thought you'd be pleased. You've had a crush on him forever. I see the way you stare at pictures of him in the White Wolf Pack Newsletter."

"Oh, I'm excited to finally meet him in person." And I'll be sure to ogle his pictures in private from now on. "But I'm nervous, too."

Because I've built him up in my head as the perfect guy. We've never met, but beyond his stunning good looks, I hear he's kind and thoughtful, with a sense of humor that'll have you rolling every day. As a member of our pack, he's reached borderline celebrity status. It's too bad his work in New York City keeps him from attending our full moon festivities.

This weekend, though, is special.

Every werewolf in the pack must be here, including him. Sunday is my twenty-fifth birthday, which means I'm carrying on the tradition of my maternal line. I'll become Alpha of the pack and rule the wolves in our care.

And he'll be here to see it.

My heart races at the thought. "You must take tonight seriously," my stepmother goes on, her voice grave. "You know how dire our situation has become."

Sighing heavily, I toss back a stiff drink. "You don't have to remind me."

Each month during the phase of the full moon, we close down the luxurious White Estate and open it to the werewolves in our pack. We party for three days straight, with dinners, dances, and an induction ceremony on the final day. Any other weekend, our estate is a top-notch bed and breakfast for non-shifters. We offer all kinds of outdoor activities for those who wish to escape city life. During the full moon, though, on a weekend like this one, our estate is a shifting sanctuary, a place where we can be ourselves, giving in to our primal urges.

But behind closed doors, our estate is in trouble. Expenses are high, and the income is lower than it's been in five years, ever since my dad passed away. We've applied for loans, ones that would allow us to remodel and hopefully get back on our feet, but we've been denied time and time again.

"Lucky for us, the solution to all of our problems is right here, staring at me with wide, innocent eyes." My stepmother pinches my chin in her bony fingers and squeezes too tightly. "Once Malcolm Taylor falls head over heels in love with you, we'll be set. Our future will be brighter than either of us could have ever dreamed."

The diamonds on her fingers gleam brightly — the rock on her middle finger is new. It seems as if she's always exchanging smaller gems for larger, plain cars for more luxurious. No wonder we're in such dire financial straits. It's the spending that's gotten out of control. We should be cutting down to basics, not using more than we have. Not that I could ever point those things out to her.

After this weekend, when I've become Alpha and she's no longer my advisor, I'd like to think I could change things and improve this place. But I've seen the amount of debt we're in, and it's downright oppressive.

"It should be easy to get him under your spell," she goes on before I can respond, "someone with your flawless beauty."

I lean away from her touch. "You make it sound simple. Walk up to him, introduce myself, and — bam. He's in love. Doesn't work that way, Stepmother."

Though, damn, I wish it did. I've been thinking and dreaming of him for longer than I care to admit.

"Oh, my dear ..." She shakes her head as if she pities me. "He's a hot-blooded, unmated werewolf. Of course that's the way it works."

Okay, I must be stupid. Or naive. But I've met countless men who didn't fall in love with me after a simple introduction and handshake. Maybe I've been going about things the wrong way.

"You'll go downstairs and catch his attention," she continues, eyeing me carefully. "You'll seduce him. Convince him he can't live without you. Before long, there'll be wedding bells, and we will be partners in the largest jewelry company in the country. Doesn't sound difficult."

It sounds manipulative. Borderline evil.

"Oh, of course." I laugh nervously. "Seduce him — trick him, you mean. I'm not going to buy our way out of debt with sex. I don't care how big of a co — rock," I correct, blushing, "he can promise me."

She laughs, a malicious sound that pricks my ears. "I'm not asking you to sleep with Malcolm Taylor against your will. Though, if his balls were in my court, I'd —"

"No, Stepmother ..." I turn a cough into a laugh. "You mean if the ball was in your court. Not his balls."

She waves me away. "Don't twist words on me. You know what I mean. I'd do anything to save our estate."

"Maybe I'm misunderstanding," I say quietly, "but it sounds like you're telling me to deceive him, sleep with him, and then marry him for his money so we avoid foreclosure."

Her narrow face remains stoic, though truth twinkles in her dark eyes. "That's not what I'm saying at all."

"Then what?"

Slowly, she pulls down the masquerade mask I'd lifted onto my forehead. It's made of silver sequins with red feathers flaring over the top, matching the colors in my mermaid-fit dress perfectly.

"Malcolm Taylor is a catch, Snow, and he's here, in your home. This is your chance to get to know him, get closer to him. What harm would it do if you went downstairs, put on your sweetest smile, and tried to capture his attention? You never know — you just might hit it off and live happily ever after."

"Things never go that smoothly for me." I down the last of my appletini. "Especially not in that department."

"Think positive, my dear." My stepmother turns, her black dress flaring around her ankles as she walks toward the tower in the west wing. "He'll be the one in a midnight-blue tux."

"I'm sure there will be lots of men in blue," I call out.

She cranes around and glares over her shoulder. "The one with the women draped all over him, then."

Well, she's right there. I don't have to be downstairs to know that half of the estate is filled with women who want to get into his pants. When we received confirmation that he'd be attending this weekend, the reservation department telephone rang off the hook with women wondering what room he'd be staying in, and asking if they could reserve the room closest. It was madness.

As I adjust my dress in the mirror, tugging on the top to make sure the heart-shaped drop covers my breasts, I give myself a mental pep talk.

I'm not doing this for my stepmother, or the promise of marriage to a guy who'll save our estate from foreclosure. I'm doing this for me. Because I have to meet Malcolm Taylor. If I don't take advantage of the opportunity in front of me this weekend, I'll lose the best chance I've ever had. He'll go back to New York, and I'll most likely never see him again. I'll always wonder "what if."

Sighing heavily, I push the worry from my mind. "Here goes nothing."

The party is hopping. In the kitchen, the staff hustles to arrange food on silver serving trays. Packmates lounge on every chair, couch, and barstool in the living room. They hover near the bar in the dining room, meeting up with friends, and flirting with strangers. Women are decked out in formal gowns, elegant masks covering the top parts of their faces. Men are dressed in tuxedos with matching black and white masks. Crystal chandeliers hang from the vaulted ceiling above, casting colorful slivers of light around the room.

It's very Phantom of the Opera. With wolves. And liquor.

Ghosting my hand over the banister, I traipse down the stairs slowly, using my vantage point high above to locate Malcolm.

Doesn't take long.

He's there. Just as my stepmother said he would be, he's lost in a sea of estrogen. The midnight-blue pinstripe suit fits him perfectly, accenting the breadth of his shoulders, the swell of his chest muscles, and the lean lines of his waist. He's wearing a rose on his lapel, too.

A true romantic.

As the brunette on his right laughs at something he said, she smacks him in the arm. But for no reason, his attention snaps to me. I can't see his eyes behind the black mask, but I can feel their intensity as he sizes me up. Chills scatter over my body, spreading liquid heat from my chest down to the juncture between my legs.

The photos I've seen haven't done Malcolm justice. Shadow of stubble on his wide jaw. Thick arms. Big hands clasped in front of his groin. Oh yeah — I take an extra generous glance at the impressive pitch in his pants. He's batting with something long and strong.

I feel cool and composed — so not like me — as I take the final step onto the glossy great room floor. And slip.

Fuuuu — it's too late for curse words.

My foot shoots out from under me. I squeal, clutching the railing as if my life depends on it.

A strong hand grips my elbow and helps me upright before I hit the floor.

"Thank you so much." Brushing strands of ravenblack hair from in front of my mask, I look up — right into the gorgeous face of Mr. Sexy Pinstripe. "Oh shit. It's you."

He chuckles and grins slowly. Two dimples prick the corners of his cheeks. Funny, but I don't remember seeing dimples in the pictures. I would've remembered that cuteness. It's off the charts.

"It's me," he parrots, glancing at my shoes. "First time wearing heels?"

"No, but you'd think so, wouldn't you?" I free my elbow from his grip, but my arm is still warm and tingling where he touched me. "Maybe I should ditch them."

"I think you're radiant, with or without them." He leans in close, just over my shoulder, his breath coating my ear. "But keeping the heels on is always fun."

Shivers roll through me, but I repress a shudder so he won't see the effect he has on me. No wonder this guy has every woman in the pack eating out of the palm of his hand. Two seconds and I'm the one under his spell instead of the other way around.

"How 'bout a drink?" he asks.

Nodding slowly, I glance over his shoulder. The gaggle of women he'd just left is glaring, narrowing their eyes and whispering about me. I can hear every word with my sensitive hearing, and none of it's good.

"That would be great," I say finally, and let him lead me toward the bar.

I order a second appletini — can't get enough of the sweetness — and Malcolm orders a Guinness. There's only one open stool at the bar. He guides me back, step by step, until I have no choice but to sit on it, and then he stands in front of me, his thigh brushing my knee.

"You're different," he says, eyeing me carefully, tipping back his drink.

I frown. He must mean different from what my stepmother told him. "Good different?"

"Yeah." He nods slowly, taking me in, from my halo of black hair, to the mask hiding my eyes, to my lips. "Definitely good."

I don't know how he does it, but time seems to stop around him. We order a second and third drink, and talk for an hour about absolutely nothing at all — not about the pack, not about our families — and it's wonderful. He's a Seahawks fan like I am, even though he lives in Giants territory, which is strange. But I don't question it. He's spent the last five years traveling the world trying to build up his business, though he doesn't dwell on the details of it. In fact, he doesn't mention jewelry at all, and I'm careful not to be the first to bring it up.

By the time I'm three — or is it four? — drinks down, my brain is a little fuzzy. I'm not sure who started touching who first, but I'm pretty sure his hand has been on my thigh for the last half hour. And I want him to leave it there. No, scratch that. I want his hand to move up my thigh, sweep between my legs, and continue up, up, up, until his fingers reach home.

"Want to get out of here?" I hear myself ask, and I'm not even sure where the boldness comes from. I'm not normally this forward, but something about Malcolm is bringing it out in me. I'm relaxed and calm and feel like I've known him my whole life. "Somewhere ... private?"

"Sure thing, gorgeous." He leans over to whisper in my ear. "Lead the way."

Hell, to the yes. I haven't been able to think about anything else since I met him.

It might be the alcohol taking over my body, but I snatch his hand off his lap and drag him through the great hall, past packmates and staff, and head toward the back door. But as we turn into the massive, industrialsized kitchen, I glance over my shoulder. He grins, revealing those adorable dimples. And I lose my mind.

Spinning around, I snatch the lapels of his coat in my fists and haul him against me, crushing my mouth to his. Bursts of sensation explode inside me as he takes my face in my hands and tilts, deepening the kiss. On a groan, he presses against me, his hips against my hips, something long and hard against my stomach.

I moan into him, into the raw, scorching heat of him as I lean my head back and let him feast on my neck.

"Snow," he says, licking a slow line from my jawbone down to the heart of my neck. "You taste like apples, sweet and juicy."

"Oh God — yes."

I don't know if I'm buzzed or sex-drunk, but the world swims in front of my eyes, and I can't help but wrap my leg around his hips to draw him closer, then closer still. My eyes flutter closed as he ropes his hand around my leg to keep it there and then claims my mouth with fevered kisses.

Voices sound from the direction we just came.

"Someone's coming," I whisper against his lips. "We should stop."

He rips his mouth from mine on a hiss. "Hell no."

Jerking open the door to my left — a coat closet for the kitchen staff — he guides me inside, slamming it behind him. A laugh bubbles out of me, but he kisses me quiet, slipping his tongue past my lips. Voices hit my ears. The packmates out there are laughing hysterically as they scrounge through the kitchen for more booze.

We're clear.

"You're so fucking hot," he whispers, pushing me against the wall. His hands are on my breasts, cupping their full weight, and his mouth is on mine, possessive and hungry, seeking out every dark, wet corner. "Always have been, but now ..."

Always have been? In the short time I've known him? He's not making sense, but whatever. I crave the weight of his body as I've never hungered for anything in my life. I want him — need him. He tastes like warmth and spice, infused with the creaminess of his beer. Absolutely mouthwatering.


(Continues...)

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Snow's Seduction 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 6 reviews.
MoniqueD More than 1 year ago
In a few days, Snow White will turn 25 and become the Alpha of the Pacific North West White Wolfpack. She will be her own woman, and won’t have to bow to her stepmother anymore. Stepmother dearest wants Snow to snatch Malcolm Taylor, CEO of Taylor’s Jewelry, thus save the White B&B from financial ruin. Snow is not the crafty sort, and although very pretty, she has no idea how to play the seductress and ensnare Malcolm. What luck that Snow’s best friend Hunter just popped into town after a five-year absence! Hunter is an authority on seduction, he’ll be an ideal person to ask for advice. SNOW’S SEDUCTION is such a treat! Right from the first lines, Kristin Miller had me laughing with her take on the “Mirror, mirror on the wall” line. It’s not easy to review a novella, particularly the first in a three-part series without giving anything away, just be assured that this is a fabulous read. And strange as is may seem, it stands perfectly on its own, and as an added bonus, even readers who don’t fancy shifters can dive right in, because the paranormal element is barely hinted at. I don’t usually enjoy the “masked ball mistaken identities” trope, but this was brilliant! Maybe it’s because the story is very fast-paced, but it was very well done, and believable as well. Ms. Miller has mastered the art of writing very explicit sex scenes and keeping them tasteful, playful, light, and fun. SNOW’S SEDUCTION is a novella, I naturally expected it to be a quick read, and I read it so quickly, I could hardly believe it. I will repeat myself: because it’s just so much fun. Snow is a klutz, and there are several amusing and highly entertaining episodes. There’s enough story to hold the sex and the budding romance in a coherent whole, and Kristin Miller does a great job at building the characters; they felt real to me, and Snow is adorable and Hunter is simply delightful; he is a great friend, we should all be so lucky! SNOW’S SEDUCTION is so much fun! I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book.
ArecRain More than 1 year ago
This is supposed to be a Snow White retelling but I really couldn’t see it. Regardless, it’s an erotic fairytale retelling which is right up my alley. It’s heavy on the erotica while still having enough plot to push the story forward. Normally I would be aggravated that this story is divided into three parts but I knew that going in and already had the rest of the story so I didn’t have to wait for the rest. I love friends to lovers stories, especially childhood friends. I would like to say I enjoyed the premise to this story but honestly I thought it was stupid. I wish I had better word but there it is. Now you may be saying “but you knew that going in!” Honestly, I was hoping it was going to be a menage. I guess it was just wishful thinking, because what I got instead was the age old “hey let me ask my male friend how to seduce this other male but wait my friend wants me” trope. All in all, definitely worth the read.
BookReview4you More than 1 year ago
3.5 Stars 'Snow's Seduction' by Kristin Miller is book One in the "A Snow White Werewolf Tale" series. This is the story of Snow, Hunter and Malcolm. This book is about 90 pages and ends with a small cliffhanger to set the tone for their continuing story for the next book installment. Snow and her stepmom are in financial trouble and the stepmom pushes Snow to make a move on Malcolm. Malcolm is good looking and rich. Snow has somewhat a crush on him but never actually met him...just seen pictures of him. So she moves forward with her stepmom's idea but it seems Malcolm isn't to interested but her friend Hunter sure is. Snow and him have been heating up the pages once they meet again but Snow is still determine to go forward with Malcolm. So Hunter says he will help her seduce Malcolm. A Snow White Werewolf Tale series: Reading Order: Part 1 - Snow's Seduction Part 2 - Snow's Submission Part 3 - Snow's Surrender
TammyS32 More than 1 year ago
This is a fast-paced steamy read. Snow’s wolf pack is in debt and needs to find a way to get financing or they will lose their shifting sanctuary. Her step-mother devises a plan for her to seduce a rich jeweler who she has had a crush on for years. The only problem is she doesn’t know what to do. Luckily her friend Hunter is here and available to teach her just what to do or will she find out her feelings are for another. This is the first in the series. I really like this hot read and am looking forward to the next in the series.
gigiluvsbooks2 More than 1 year ago
Hair black as a raven’s coat, skin as white as snow, lips as read as, blabitty-blah, blah, blah. If one more person calls me sweet and innocent, I’m losing my head. I’ve got more pressing matters to think about. Like the fact that our wolf pack is in serious debt. If I can’t find a way to secure financing for our estate, we’ll lose our shifting sanctuary. My stepmother—wonderfully wicked as she is—has come up with a plan: seduce a rich jeweler who’s visiting for the weekend. And then, when he agrees to bond with me and make me his forever, we’ll be saved. Not such a bad deal, considering he’s crazy hot, and I’ve had a crush on him forever. One problem: I’m not a temptress, not by a long shot. It’s a good thing my childhood best friend, Hunter, has come back into the area. He’s always been a playboy and knows how to get what he wants. He agrees to teach me the rules of seduction, but before long, I realize I'm the one being played. Review: This will be a short review because if I go too far I will just be repeating the whole story. This is the first part in a three part series where Snow is turning 25 and will become the head of the pack. The only problem she wants to seduce the man she has had a crush on, oh and is she bad at that...lol...but I love it. It adds some humor and awkwardness to the story which I think makes it more interesting. The only man she does not have that problem with is Hunter is childhood friend and the person she talks into helping her with her sexual awkwardness. Hunter and Snow really need to end up together. They are super hot. Speaking of hot, this Author sure does a good job with the smexy scenes. Okay, that is enough, read the story, but remember this is a three part series but if they follow all are super short. Now, off I go to hurry and finish other books in my reviewing way between me and the next book in the serial. 4Stars *I voluntarily read an advance reader copy of this book provided by the publisher.*
caroldh4 More than 1 year ago
Snow’s Seduction is the first of a three part serial called A Snow White Werewolf Tale by Kristin Miller. This is obviously a Snow White retelling but this Snow is a werewolf shifter, and let me tell you, she is no innocent. It is Snow’s 25th birthday and she will become alpha of her pack, the White Wolf pack. Snow’s estate is a bed and breakfast but during the full moon, the doors are open to only shifters where they can run free. But they are in serious financial trouble, thanks to her stepmother’s love of sparkly diamonds she likes to adorn herself with. Shifters from far and wide have accepted the invitation to celebrate Snow’s birthday, including the sexy bachelor and jewelry store owner, Malcolm Taylor. Snow has ogled him from afar for years but never met him. According to her stepmother, he could be the answer to all of their financial problems. Also at her party is her childhood friend, now all grown up, Hunter. Hunter is about as sexy as they come and has quite a reputation for being a player. Snow feels comfortable with Hunter and he makes her feel sexy and beautiful. Their chemistry is off the charts crazy hot. But when she tries to talk to Malcolm, she is awkward and self conscious. Nothing comes out right. So who better to get lessons in seduction than from her friend, Hunter, someone she is so comfortable with. Only the more time she spends with Hunter, she starts to wonder if it’s Malcolm she really wants at all. Her heart is starting to tell her that it wants something else, someone else. Hunter hasn’t seen Snow in years. He can’t believe how beautiful she is. But he’s only here for the weekend. He has something important he needs to do while he is here. When Snow asks him for help learning how to seduce a man, he’s all in, except that after awhile, it starts to bother him that he is teaching her how to seduce another man. Something deep inside him says “mine.” But he won’t be staying. So he will help Snow seduce Malcolm, do what he came to do, then leave. Right? This was a short and very hot start to this story and I completely enjoyed it. Snow and Hunter together are crazy sexy but it was so funny when she attempted to seduce Malcolm. Nothing went right. I love this author’s writing. It’s so easy to slip right into the world she has created. I can’t wait to see what happens next in part two, Snow’s Submission.