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Were Me Out

By:Robyn Peterman

Were Me Out
Author: Robyn Peterman


This book was a blast to write. I adore Junior and Sandy tremendously. However, writing the story is only part of the journey to getting a book published. There are many people to thank and I'm a lucky girl to have such a talented and wonderful support system.

Rebecca Poole-your covers are brilliant as are you. Thank you.

Meg Weglarz-your editing always makes me look better than I am. Thank you.

Donna McDonald and JM Madden-a gal couldn't ask for tougher, brilliant and more awesome critique partners. Thank you.

Kris and Donna-your insight into my technical needs for this book ROCKED! I'm a slight disaster on the computer … You saved me big time! LOL Thank you.

Wanda, Susan and Melissa-you are the best-est beta readers in the world. Thank you.

Wanda-you rock hard. Thank you.

My family-none of this would be worth it without you. Thank you for being mine. I adore you.

Book Description

Why do I have to have my tail in a knot for the one hot, sexy Werewolf who can't seem to keep his Johnson in his pants?

I'm a nice girl-really I am. I'm just a typical computer-hacking, knife-throwing, Star Trek-obsessed, overeducated Werewolf nerd who can't seem to get her love life to compute.

However, it's time to grow up and face the music or more accurately the man I'm in love with … Junior aka Jacob Wilson-the Alpha of the Georgia Pack. First I'll have to stand up to some nasty gals who's pants are so tight I can see their religion. Then I'll claim my man.

What should be an easy feat, gets sucktastic when you throw in a three hundred year old fabulous gay Vampyre, an antiquated motherboard from the 90's and a challenge from the vicious, deadly Alabama Pack. Not to mention a libido that is out of control. Mine.

So I'm just gonna dive in-head first and eyes closed. Love conquers all. Right? As long as reality doesn't wear me out, I plan to win.

Chapter One

"That was a nard hole move," Junior shouted at his deputies as I winced and tried to slip from the room unnoticed.

As the computer-hacker-guru-extraordinaire slash the gal who made sure the office didn't go to hell in a handbasket, I was usually exempt from Junior's displeasure. But that didn't mean I wanted to witness it.

Junior was generally a laid back good ol' boy, but when he was pissed people tended to duck and cover. Not many wanted to induce the wrath of the stupidly handsome, six foot four brainiac. As Alpha Werewolf of the Georgia pack and Sheriff of Hung, Georgia, he had a lot on his plate.

Bubba and Duke, the town's deputies, hung their heads in shame and a healthy dose of fear. The asshats in trouble were Lion Shifters with an unhealthy penchant for attention-naked attention. Hence their latest stunt.

"Sorry," Bubba mumbled as he sucker punched Duke in the head. "I told you we shouldn't have done it."

"No, you didn't," Duke countered, titty-twisting his partner in crime. "It was your dang idea-well kinda."

"Daggonnit, you're right," Bubba agreed, slapping Duke's hand away while still getting a covert forehead smack in.

"I do not get paid enough for this shit," Junior groused, running his hands through his hair and holding his temper in check.

Simply another abnormally normal day in the Hung Police Department.

My biggest problem at the moment? I wanted to jump the sheriff's bones-very bad idea. He was hotter than hell when he was mad. Wait … he was hotter than hell all the time.

Quit. I needed to quit. This was a disaster waiting to happen. I'd have no one to thank but myself if I didn't march my sorry ass out of Junior's office and get a new job-and a life.

Going unnoticed by Junior was almost next to impossible. He had it in his thick, and unfortunately very good-looking head that we were meant to be.

He was incorrect-wildly incorrect.

I wasn't meant to be mated with a manwhore who couldn't keep his pecker in his pants no matter how good looking or smart … or hot. Nope, I was sensible. I was a good girl, for the most part, who would mate with a Werewolf who was a gentleman. Of course using the term gentleman and Werewolf in the same sentence was an oxymoron, but whatever.

I would have two children and I would bake cookies and go to PTA meetings. My mate would have a job that didn't require guns or wrangling naked deputies. He'd come home at five and ask me about my day. I was going to have a normal, horribly predictable, boring practical life.

Shit-the thought of that future sucked.

I was in big trouble.

"Sandy, where in tarnation do you think you're going?" Junior asked as he pulled on his hair and gave Bubba and Duke the stink eye.

"I, umm … have to run to the Piggly Wiggly and get coffee filters," I lied with what I hoped looked like a somewhat detached yet business-like smile.

"I'll come with you," he replied with a lopsided grin that made me melt-damn him. "Just got to lock up Dumb and Dumber and I'll be ready."

"You can't lock us up," Bubba whined. "Who's gonna keep the peace around here?"

"You call strippin' in the town square keepin' the peace?" Junior growled. "You two jack holes nearly started a damn riot. This job requires people that can keep their pants on."

"The money's gonna go to charity," Duke chimed in unhelpfully.

"Pants on," Junior repeated.

"Umm … " Bubba said with a huge grin.

I just shook my head and sighed. Bubba's "umm" was an accurate point.

"Don't you say nothin'," Junior warned and then glanced over at me to make sure I hadn't sprinted out of the room. "My pants have been glued on for nine months straight. My days of boffing random gals are long over. Done. Kaput. Finished. Concluded. Dead gone. My balls are so dang blue I'm pretty sure they've retreated back up into my kidneys."