Remy Painter by A.C. Katt
under questionable circumstances. When he died, his brother owed a mobster
quite a sum of money. Now the mobster wanted to collect from Ian and if he
doesn’t, he’ll take Ian as his boy toy instead.
house accepted by the homeowner. Little does Ian know that the house belongs to
a Rémy Clavier, a loup garou, who when he meets Ian realizes he’s found his
convince Ian, a human, to accept both him and his wolf.
As a wolf, he was young to be the Alpha of a region. Rémy was only seventy, but he was well trained for this job by the Chief Alpha himself. It was a tribute to Rémy’s acumen that he was asked to serve on the council as Alpha not only for his pack but also for the Northeastern Canadian and American packs at such young an age. He would have been content to stay as Alpha of the Catskill wolf pack and within his own territory, but destiny and the gods had other ideas. There was no one else to sit on the council and be in charge of the packs. Rémy was it.
Rémy sat in the kitchen. He heard Roland go to the front door only to find the painter had gone to the rear. The painter is here. He seems too young to be able to do such a large job. He’s at the kitchen door. He parked in the alley. Roland told him through the Alpha link.
I’ll answer the door and let him into the kitchen. Young or not, the company comes highly recommended.
Rémy opened the back door and stood by the stairs. Ian Sullivan stuck out his hand to shake Rémy’s. Rémy smelled green apples and cinnamon. They’re fingertips touched and Rémy’s inner wolf said, Mate—Mine.
Village. She remembers sitting at the fountain in Washington Square Park
listening to folk music while they passed the hat. At nine, her parents dragged
her to New Jersey where she grew up, married and raised four children and
became a voracious reader of romantic fiction. At one time she owned over two
thousand novels, until she and her husband took themselves and the cat to New
Mexico for their health and its great beauty.