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Thank you also to my ladies and gents at the Rom Critters group. Leia, Lynda, Lindsay, Kitty, and
so many more. I thank you.
To Leia and her hubby  thank you so much for my covers. You guys take what I think I want and
make it into what I need.
And finally to my hubby. Thanks for listening when I say I want to write about a Pack of
werewolves and then not laugh at me. I love you.
About the Author
Carrie Ann Ryan is a paranormal and contemporary romance author. After
spending too much time behind a lab bench, she decided to dive into the romance
world and find her werewolf mate - even if it s just in her books. Happy endings are
always near - even if you have to get over the challenges of falling in love first.
Her first book, An Alpha's Path, is the first in her Redwood Pack series. She's also
an avid reader and lover of romance and fiction novels. She love meeting new authors
and new worlds. Any recommendations you have are appreciated. Carrie Ann lives in
New England with her husband and two kittens.
Carrie Ann loves hearing from readers. You can find her at:
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Twitter: @CarrieAnnRyan
Did you miss Book 1 in the Redwood Pack series?
An Alpha s Path is now available
Chapter 1
The thundering in Melanie Cross s ears increased as her breath became shallow. Palms sweaty,
she bit her lip and nervously tapped her foot, as she took in her surroundings. The lobby looked like a
palace. Tall, cream colored pillars and chocolate molding surrounded the opulent sitting area.
Gorgeous light fixtures with tear drop crystals hung from the walls and the ceiling, giving the room a
soft glow. Warm and inviting. But she didn t want to feel invited. She wanted to leave. Run away and
never look back.
What was she thinking? Melanie was a smart, hardworking person. A freshly printed PhD in
Nuclear Chemistry and a painstakingly long, nine hundred page, leather bound thesis sat on her desk,
proved it. She could accomplish things on her own. Her ideas were acclaimed, and her work
referenced numerous times. Any job her heart desired, now hers for the asking. Because of this she
was about to bypass the normal post-doc route of working underneath yet another professor. Now she
would be an Associate Professor with her own research group at an Ivy League University.
She gained a few close friends over the years, and even though she didn t have an overly active
social life  okay she didn t have one to speak of  she thought her life was just peachy.
Yet her friends thought with all of the accomplishments in her educational career she was still
uptight. Some even said she was missing her ideal husband. But her closest friend Larissa decided
she just needed to get laid.
Mel thought back to when her best friend first told her this crazy idea.
 Really Melanie, when was the last time you got laid? First year? Even earlier? It s ridiculous!
You are practically a born-again virgin. Larissa laughed at her own joke and then slid a business
card across her newly cleared off lab bench.
 What s this? A name printed on the card, Jamenson Services, stared back at her.  You re
sending me to a gigolo? She gasped and tried to throw the card away before Larissa quickly swiped
it from her hands.
 No. The Jamensons are contractors. The man who owns it is an acquaintance of mine. He built
the new green house at my parents. Come on, you need a date and so does he. It is only for one
evening, and sex isn t required. But honestly, the way those Jamenson boys are built, you ll be
dropping your panties at his command, Larissa lifted one eyebrow and laughed again.
 Oh I don t think so. I m not that desperate. It s just that I ve been so focused on my work that I
didn t have time to date a man, let alone look for one. Melanie knew she could ve just looked across
the lab bench for the last five years to find a date. But really Timmy wasn t at all that worth to look.
 Honey, you are too rigid. You need one night off before you skip ahead to the next part of your
life. Call the number on the card and talk to Jasper. He s the brother of the guy I think would be
perfect for you. Do it and get laid. She laughed, pushing the card in Melanie s hand.
Somewhere deep down Melanie knew Larissa was right. Melanie didn t throw the card away. She
couldn t. Now six weeks later, she found herself sitting in the Hilton Resort in Seattle, about to vomit
on the new black Fuck-Me pumps Larissa forced her to wear.
 Miss? Are you okay?
At the sound of a deep voice, her head shot up to look at a very handsome man. Dark skinned,
with piercing eyes, he surveyed her. Oh my, is this her date?
 Oh I m fine. Just getting the nerve to walk into the bar, to get even more nerve to wait for my
date. She winced at how fast and squeaky she spoke but really  why was she even here?
 I m the manager, Lance Morse, let me walk you to the bar, and get you a shot of that nerve. He
winked and she smiled him.
Melanie took a deep breath.  Okay. Wow. Surely, anyone could tell she was Dr. Melanie Cross,
rather than the dumb blonde she seemed to be portraying. Or not.
He took her arm and guided her away from where she sat for twenty minutes regretting her
decisions. Lance walked her toward the bar, while talking about the various hotel and resort
amenities and events. She nodded while he spoke, as she felt the bar beckon her.
 Here we are. Thank you again for coming. If you need anything, feel no hesitation in asking one
of my employees to assist you or ask for me by name. Enjoy your evening, Melanie Cross.
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