Excerpt from White Trash Werewolves
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Harley was an idiot about women. He’d always been that way, but for some reason, he saw right through her. It
was like every rotten evil thing she’d ever done was in her smell. Oh, she smelled of lilacs, but deeper, he could
smell rotting flesh on her, and no amount of hotness, and she was smoking hot, could change that.
Oh, Harley, being the idiot that he was, was sure he was going to fuck her. He’d known that since the first time he
met her. She was just his kind of trouble, but what made her different was that in the past he’d always thought the
bad girl was going to change. This time, he had no delusions.
They were going to fuck to the death, he thought grinning slightly. And he was sure werewolf sex was much
hotter than human sex.
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