Publisher: Total E-Bound
ISBN 978-0-58715-309-8
Genre: Paranormal / Werewolves 
When his wife and were-mate becomes the victim of poachers, can  Gareth save her before their secret is discovered, or, will they both be  trapped?
Gareth and Sienna are a normal, crazy-in-love married couple, who just happen to become werewolves with the full moon.
When  a trio of poachers captures Sienna, Gareth does everything in his power  to free her. But he knows rescuing her is not enough. If the poachers  are not brought down, the very existence of the were species could be in  jeopardy. He hatches a plan in which the hunters become the hunted.
Will they take the bait? And who will be trapped?
EXCERPT
“Sienna, quit it.” Gareth shifted around, trying to dislodge his  lady’s fingers from under his arms. He was incredibly ticklish, and she  loved to torment him, especially when he was trying to watch a movie she  didn’t particularly want to see. She liked her romance, he preferred  action.
Tendrils of long, dark auburn hair slapped his face as Sienna  straddled his thighs. “Make me!” She dug her fingers in deep, sending  him into new fits of laughter.
“Damn, woman, stop it before I have to paddle your ass.” He  grabbed her by the forearms and held her hands down. It took him a  moment to catch his breath, and when he did, he leaned forward and ran  his stubbly chin across her chest. The pale orange tank top didn’t do a  thing to protect her from his day’s growth of beard, and she yelped her  surprise.  
“Ouch, Gareth, jeeze!” She twisted, trying to break his hold on her and failed.
“You’re not going to let me watch my movie, are you?” He nipped  at her breast through the thin cotton. The soft mound pressed against  his face, his nose flattened, and he inhaled deeply, taking as much of  her scent as he could. She smelled amazing. Woman and animal, lust and  the unmistakable aroma of desire filled his nostrils.
He suddenly wanted her. Fingers tight around her arms, he pulled  them high overhead, delighting in the curve of her body. He nuzzled  harder against her breast, his teeth sinking into the taut nipple. Her  moan urged him to the other side where he bit and chewed on its twin.
“Movie? What movie?” she moaned in a husky whisper.
She arched her back and shoved her hips forward, grinding into  him. The sweet, musky scent of her cunt rose, and in moments, his  temperature soared. His cock throbbed to life, pressing against her  barely covered sex, the baggy cotton shorts giving him glimpses of the  curly, dark pubic hair he knew adorned her plump folds.
“No movie. Hold on.” Gareth slipped his free arm around her body  and got to his feet. He released her arms, and they instantly went  around his neck, her legs around his waist, gripping him. Holding her  ass tight, he staggered towards their bedroom, ignoring the blare of the  TV behind him. They passed a large window, and when he glanced outside,  he saw the sky darkening.
Soon, the moon would rise.
His heartbeat raced even faster. His skin itched.
Sienna dragged her fingers across his back, sending a new shiver  of excitement straight to his cock. It pulsed against his jeans.
Gareth kicked the door open and took a couple of staggering steps  into the room, stopping when he felt the bed bump his shins. He lowered  Sienna onto the soft covers and stepped back. He turned and walked to  the nearby window and pushed open the curtains. Trees lined their small  backyard. There was plenty of light left to illuminate their room, and  he was smiling when he turned to face Sienna.
“Come here, sexy brute,” she murmured, reaching out for him. She  lay on her back, her legs bent at the knees, her feet flat on the bed.  Her nipples were erect, the tight nubbins like tiny buttons pressed  against the cotton and pointing directly at him.
He strode to her, stopping at the foot of the bed. “Yes, ma’am.  You wanted something?” Gareth swayed his hips side to side then thrust  himself forward.
“Yeah, you.” Sienna lifted a foot and placed it over the bulge at  his crotch. “And this.” She manoeuvred her foot around, stroking him  through his jeans.