When the alpha's love for his fated mate is forbidden, he'll risk everything to hold her.
Detective Macey Carpenter has been on the trail of a vicious attacker for weeks, with nothing more than a vague description of a red-eyed man to go on. She has no clue she’s hunting demons, and if the evidence doesn’t stop disappearing, she’ll never solve the case.
Before Luke Mason becomes alpha of the Crescent City Wolf Pack, he has to end the French Quarter’s demon infestation and keep the police from discovering the truth. But when he falls head over tail for the feisty detective investigating the crimes, supernatural secrets aren’t the only things at stake.
Luke has to mate with another werewolf or he’ll sacrifice his position as alpha. But as heat builds between the pair, he discovers Macey has a few secrets of her own. She may hold the key to ridding New Orleans of its demons, but his feelings for her could tear the pack apart.
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"Carrie Pulkinen excels in creativity in this suspenseful, romantic shifter story with a fascinating plot and perfectly developed characters! Look no farther for a unique shifter romance—"Werewolves Only" is absolutely thrilling. From page one, the suspense is magnetic and builds up climactically in this happily ever after read. The chemistry between Luke and Macey is explosive, and the angst and hunger for power in the Wolf Pack is written with brilliance. The secondary characters in book one of the "Crescent City Wolf Pack" series appear with individuality and pristine quality, which introduces a burning desire to see what Ms. Pulkinen will do when she publishes book two. The steam is hot, the intrigue is racy, and the romance is a heart warmer!" ~InD'tale Magazine
"This first book in a series will have you wanting the next book almost immediately! This story is a wonderful mixture of a paranormal romance and a mystery. I loved this fast paced paranormal story and can't wait for the next book." ~Night Owl Romance
"An action packed, steady paced story filled with drama, humor, love, betrayal, human nature and exciting weres." ~Goodreads Reviewer
"This was a fun story with lots of action with werewolves and demons . Macey and Luke were both great characters with great chemistry." ~Goodreads Reviewer
“So, Macey…You’re a detective, right? I think I’ve seen you on TV a few times.”
“Yeah.” She grimaced. Never one for the spotlight, she’d managed to keep her face off the evening news for years, letting her charismatic partner handle all the on-screen interviews. With the nature of this case, though, NOPD decided to be politically correct and have a woman on screen for a change. Lucky Macey.
And now Luke knew who she was. When men found out her occupation, some of them bolted immediately. It took a strong man to handle an equally strong woman, and it would’ve been nice if he’d gotten to know her personality before her reputation.
Wait. What was she thinking? It didn’t matter what this guy thought of her; she wasn’t looking for a relationship. She had no intention of setting herself up to be hurt again. Still, something about Luke drew her in.
“You’ve got quite a rep,” he said. “I mean…you bust a lot of bad guys.”
“I know. But it’s my night off…” She batted her lashes, hoping he’d get the message that she didn’t want to talk about work. He didn’t.
“Can you tell someone is a criminal by looking at him?”
“There are certain qualities I look for, but I’ve learned not to judge a personality by the package.” She took another sip of beer and let her gaze travel from his face down his muscular chest to his pants. “No matter how tempting the package may be.” Crap. She didn’t mean to say that last part out loud. Heat crept up her cheeks as she cleared her throat. “Why? Do you have something you want to confess?”
He chuckled and leaned toward her. “If I did, you’d have to beat it out of me.” He winked before standing up straight and crossing his arms. Was he flirting with her? One way to find out.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
The corner of his mouth pulled into a crooked grin. “Maybe.”
He was flirting. A fluttering sensation formed in her stomach, like butterfly wings beating against a net. She leaned her elbows on the bar, resting her chin on her fist. “Hmm…”
He scratched behind his ear. “Anyway…you’re working on the rape cases right? How’s that going? Any leads?”
“Ha. I had a lead…until the body walked out of the morgue.” Crap! What was her problem tonight? Was it the man? Or the beer? Whatever it was, she needed keep herself in check before she jeopardized her job.
His eyes widened in surprise. “You lost a body?”
“I didn’t lose it. But…just…forget I said anything. I’m not supposed to talk about it.” She gazed into his eyes, willing him to understand. “Please?”
He raised his hands in a show of innocence. “Okay. I didn’t hear a thing.”