Guest: Siobhan Muir


Julianna Morris didn’t know werewolves existed…until she became one.

Hiding her new identity, Julianna returns home only to find her teenage crush, Jeff Lightfoot, is the future Alpha of the Callowwood werewolf pack. She’s unexpectedly chosen as a candidate for the pack’s next Luna, the Alpha female—and Jeff’s mate. This is perfect, except Julianna knows nothing about being a werewolf, and someone’s determined to make her fail the Seven Tests of the Luna.

Jeff Lightfoot lusted after Julianna for years, even when he thought she was human. Now she’s home and all his—if she passes the tests. She’s his True Mate and he wants no one else, but pack politics trump Mother Nature and will prevent him from choosing Julianna if she fails.

For the future she wants, Julianna must pass the tests to become Queen Bitch of Callowwood—or watch Jeff take another woman as his mate.


“You agreed to what?” Jeff’s question ripped across the hot expanse of the driveway as Julianna got out of the Camaro.

“An interview. There are some folks interested in our story.” Julianna helped him unload some of the groceries. “They want to know how we got together despite all the obstacles we faced.”

Jeff groaned and slammed the trunk before they climbed the stairs to their apartment above the garage. “Were these ‘folks’ Moon Singers?”

“I don’t know. I talked to them on the phone. I don’t think so.”

“Julianna.” His voice sounded patiently amused. “You do remember the Seven tests of the Luna, right?”

“Don’t patronize me, Jeff.” Her voice dropped into a growl as she kicked the door shut. “It happened last month.”

“Then you should know you can’t talk about anything to do with Moon Singers or the Luna selection to humans.” He sighed and ripped off his shirt to absorb more of the cool air against his skin. Julianna watched with appreciation as his muscles rippled with his movements.

Damn, he’s so sexy! She loved his preference to stride around their home without clothing. Though she’d embraced her Sister wolf, she still had some of the human hang-ups regarding nakedness.

“I wasn’t going to talk about Moon Singers or the Luna challenge. I was going to talk about how I’d always loved you since I was young and kept thinking about you all those years I was gone. And how you waited for me, yadda, yadda, yadda.”

Jeff swung back to her as he shed his shorts. She followed the waistband down, her gazed getting caught on his cock and balls. Oh, he went commando today. Sigh. Naughty dog!

“I didn’t exactly wait for you.” He gave her a cocky grin when she raised her eyes to meet his.

“Rabbit turds!” Julianna turned her back on his sexy body and put away the eggs they’d bought. “You had eighteen years to find a mate, Jeff. You could’ve picked anyone in that time and no one would have batted an eye. But you didn’t. You waited for me.”

He chuckled in her ear just before the heat of his body hit her back and his hands slid inside her shirt. “You’re wearing entirely too many clothes.”

“And you’re trying to change the subject.”

“Is it working?” He laid a soft kiss on the back of her shoulder and cream flooded her core.


He growled in arousal and pulled her teeshirt off before kissing her nape and divesting her of her satin bra. “Holy Mother Moon, I love your breasts. They fit perfectly in my hands.”

Your hands are perfect for holding them. He plucked her nipples as he licked the Mating Mark on her right shoulder, sending pleasure ricocheting through her body.

“Jeff, what about the interview?”

He growled again. “What can you tell them, my little Lupine?” He let go of her breasts to unsnap her capris and push them down off her hips. “You can’t mention the tests, the pack, or your relationship to the First Canid. You can talk about your life in Reno and Fresno.” He ground his hardening cock into her ass as his fingers dug into her hips. “But that story doesn’t include me.”

Jeff’s disgust and anger over those intervening years surged along their mating bond and made her Sister growl with warning.

“And you’re life really began when you returned to me.”

Julianna chuckled darkly as she turned in his grip. “How dominantly arrogant of you.”

“I’m your Alpha, my little Lupine. I’m supposed to be dominant.”

She raised her chin and offered a sultry smile. “You’re not Alpha yet. Not until I’ve whelped your first child.” She slid out of his arms and shimmied out of her capris before sauntering toward the bedroom. “And I’m not pregnant yet.”

Jeff grinned around his snarl. “We’ll just have to change that, won’t we?” He lunged for her as she bolted into the bedroom just out of reach.

She squealed in delight as he tackled her to the bed and once again ground his cock into her ass. His weight and strength gave him the upper hand as she fought him until he licked her shoulder again. A sensual shudder ran through her and she melted onto the mattress. He flipped her over and thrust his cock into her slick heat, making her wail with his erotic intrusion. Hot, tight pleasure swamped her senses and her nose filled with the scent of aroused male.

“Now, about that interview, my little lupine.” He moved his hips and licked her shoulder.

Ecstasy cascaded from her core to her head, splintering her thoughts. “What interview?”

“Good answer.”

Jeff turned his attention to making love to her in earnest and the interview discussion disappeared.

I hope you enjoyed the extra scene from Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack. If you want to read more you can buy a copy at:

Thanks so much for having me here today, Sam.

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Published by Author Sam Crescent

Sam Crescent is a USA Today Bestselling author who is passionate about romance. She resides in the UK, and loves creating new exciting characters that take her on a journey she never expected. When she's not panicking about a story or arguing with a character, she can be found in her kitchen creating all kinds of havoc.

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