A Werewolf Jock for Thanksgiving (ePub)

The last thing I expected this Thanksgiving was to find out that my college's (hot) star quarterback is a werewolf.

After my mom tells me that she's going to Jamaica with her new boyfriend, I expect to spend Thanksgiving with me, myself, and I.

Then I come across a freaking wolf on campus.

Just as I think I'm about to die, the wolf transforms into Colin freaking Buchard, our school's very hot, very naked star quarterback.

Then I faint...

Get ready for Thanksgiving with this sweet and sexy short story containing cavity-inducing instalove, a sexy werewolf, and a happy ending!

Excerpt:

I shriek when a shirtless Colin strolls into the room. I relax a little when I notice that he's wearing jeans. In my memory/dream/acid-induced hallucination, he was naked. Pink creeps into my cheeks.

"Is your head feeling okay?" he asks.

When he sits next to me and caresses the back of my head, I freeze. He's so close to me. I can feel his warmth and smell him. He smells clean, like soap and laundry detergent. Not like the boys in my high school, who smelled like sweat and gym socks and dollar-store cologne.

The ability to breathe escapes me as I look at his eyes. They're a gorgeous shade of blue, like the wolf in my memory/dream/acid-induced hallucination. "You're a…you're a…" My voice shakes. Werewolf. The word is stuck on the tip of my tongue.

"Yes, I'm a werewolf," he says, very matter of fact.

I blurt out, "Please don't kill me! I won't tell anyone about your secret! I promise!"

He's amused. "I'm not going to hurt you. I mean, don't get me wrong, I would appreciate it if you didn't make a Facebook post announcing, 'Colin Buchard is a werewolf!' But I'm not going to threaten a cute little thing like you."

Did Colin just call me cute? Admittedly, my inner high school nerd squeals. The hot jock just called me cute!

"What's your name?" he asks.

"Lucy Zhang?" I inwardly wince. I sound like I'm too dumb to know my own name.

"Lucy Zhang," he repeats, his deep, warm voice like hot chocolate. I couldn't care less about football, but it's impossible to go to my college and not know about Colin Buchard. His dad is a wealthy businessman who is friends with Bill Gates, and rumor has it that the NFL is desperately trying to sign him. According to Jane, who does give a s**t about football, Colin has the talent to be the next Tom Brady.

Lord, he is handsome. Those blue eyes, messy-in-a-good-way dark brown hair, cheekbones that could cut glass...