Winter’s Wolf

Werewolf meets the FBI

Tales of the Harker Pack (Book 3)

Winter Thane was raised on the two cardinal rules of werewolf existence: don’t reveal yourself to humans under penalty of death, and there’s no such thing as a gay werewolf. It’s no surprise when his father drags him from his wild life in remote Canada back to Connecticut to meet his old pack in hopes it will persuade Winter to abandon his love of sex with human males. Of course Dad’s hopes are dashed when they come face-to-face with the gay werewolves in the Harker pack.

Winter takes one look at FBI agent, Matt Partridge, and decides bird is his favorite food. Partridge is embroiled in an investigation into drug dealing and the death of a fellow agent. He can’t let himself get distracted by the young, platinum-haired beast, but then Winter proves invaluable in the search for clues, a move that winds them both up in chains and facing imminent death. Winter quickly learns his father’s motives are questionable, the pack alphas are a bunch of pussies, humans aren’t quite what they seem, and nothing in the forests of Connecticut is pure except love.

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Excerpt from Winter’s Wolf


Matt’s heart stopped beating. Cliché, Partridge. Watch the clichés. Still, that’s what it felt like. Walking straight toward him, like he was being pulled on a rubber string, strode that huge hunk of gorgeous he’d seen two nights before. The one related to Cole Harker’s husband. The man moved like an animal, gliding and rippling, and the big bulge in the front of his jeans advertised another kind of animal. Big Bird! Shit, the thing had to be at least at half-mast, and it looked huge. Matt wanted to fall down and worship. Control. Deep breath. He’ll probably walk right by.

Sweet Jesus, he stopped right in front of the table.

“Hi. I’m Winter Thane. I saw you here the other night with my, uh, cousin by marriage, Cole Harker.”

Matt swallowed. Try to be cool. “Yes, I remember he went to speak with you. I’m Matt Partridge.”


Matt’s eyes widened. Had Winter asked about him? “Would you, uh, care to join me?”


Trying not to stare at the play of muscle in those hard thighs and the large bulge between proved more than he was up to. When he glanced up from his inspection, Winter Thane gazed at him with a small smile. It said Caught ya. Matt cleared his throat. “Uh, I was just about to order a beer. Would you like another?”

“No, I’m good, thanks.” Winter wrapped his beautifully shaped lips around the head of the bottle, seemed to lovingly caress it for a second, and then sucked down a drink.

Holy crap.

Matt waved at the waitress, who hurried over, gazing at Winter most of the time. He ordered a beer, and she rushed off, actually bumping into a patron because she couldn’t stop staring over her shoulder. Who could blame her? Matt chuckled. “You must get that a lot.”

The guy shook that snowflake hair. “No. Where I’m from there aren’t a lot of females.”

“You must enjoy being here.” Matt swallowed.

Winter shrugged. “City guy like you’d be used to it. For me it’s new and pretty weird.”

Matt laughed. “Who’d look at me?”

Winter’s blue eyes flashed up. “Who wouldn’t?”

Matt’s mouth opened but nothing came out. Finally he got his brain and tongue connected. “So, uh, you’re visiting the area?”

Winter’s pale brows pulled together. “My father’s theory is we’re here to stay. I’d say the jury’s out.”

“Not a good experience so far?”

“An old Chinese curse said, ‘May you live in interesting times.’ So far the trip’s been interesting.” Those melted ice eyes raised slowly to Matt. “But it could get better.”

Every resolve Matt had ever made tried to dissolve in that field of blue. Come on, Partridge. You’re investigating these people. The arrival of the waitress felt like a lifeline, and he grabbed the bottle, threw way too much money on the table, and drank down half the contents in one pull.

“Thank you, sir.” She batted her eyes at Winter and left.

Winter pointed at the bottle. “Thirsty?”

“Uh, yes, I guess so.”

“So you’re the law?”

“How’d you know that?”

Winter grinned. “Aside from the haircut that speaks of gray suits and gray cars?”

Matt ducked his head and ran a hand over his carefully barbered light brown hair. “Bad, huh?”

“Nah. It’s cute. Besides, I asked Ben Freedman about you.”

Matt’s heart leaped and stomach sank—the war of suspicion and desire. “Why?”

Again, the long, slow gaze. “I think you’re gorgeous.”

Matt frowned. Suspicion won. “Come on. Don’t give me that shit.”

Winter cocked his head. “You don’t believe me?”

“Of course not. Why would a guy like you think I’m gorgeous?” He drawled the word and narrowed his eyes. “Did you hear somewhere that I’m gay? What the fuck are you playing at?”

Winter smiled slowly. “I hoped you liked men. Or maybe I should say, I hoped you liked me.”

“Who the fuck wouldn’t like you?” He pushed his bottle away. “I should go.”

Winter’s hand clamped on his forearm. Long, slender fingers carved with sinew. “Please don’t. I’m not a very civilized creature, so maybe I don’t know how to say what I feel.”

Matt tried to catch his breath. “And what’s that?”

“That I want to take you out into the trees and fuck you until you scream.”

Every cell in his body froze—except his cock, which expanded like someone was blowing it up through a hose. “Who told you I’m gay?”

“No one. I don’t know if you’re gay. I don’t know if I’m gay. I don’t give a damn. I just know I want to suck you and fuck you until daylight.”

Matt stared into those mesmerizing eyes, and his hands shook. He couldn’t look away. “People don’t say shit like that.”

“People don’t. I do.”

What People Are Saying About Winter’s Wolf

5 Stars

Tara has brought her trademark beautiful boys into the world of the paranormal, and each book has just left me with a big goofy grin on my face. I loved this. The characters are engaging and slightly larger than life and their stories embrace that. Who wants wishy washy wolves anyway?!? Give me some underhanded pack politics, scheming baddies, reluctant mates. Throw in a few surprises and some hands on action/adventure, then mix it up with the sort of toe curling sexual tension that sparks in every scene the MC’s feature, and some deliciously scorching horizontal action (or sometimes vertical!) that will have you reaching for a cold flannel… and there you have it, pure enjoyment and unadulterated entertainment! And that’s why these books tend to get top stars from me.

Hot fun, hot wolves, hot read…

I’m just hoping that this isn’t the last tale we get from the Harker Pack so more please Tara!


Sinfully Addicted to MM Romance (Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews)

Winter’s Wolf placed #3 in Gay Paranormal Romance in the Rainbow Awards and #10 in Best Gay Book of 2015


Tara’s writing is clear and concise and the pacing is just right. The characters are magnificently crafted and slightly quirky which is one of Tara’s trademarks that makes them more believable. ….Thanks, Tara, for encouraging me to love werewolves.

Lena Grey

Rainbow Book Reviews

5 Stars!

This book was a really wonderful addition to the Tales of the Harker Pack series and I can’t wait for the next installment. Great Job, Tara!!


Love Bytes

6 of 5 Stars!



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Never reveal yourself to humans. There’s no such thing as a gay werewolf. Harker Pack werewolves defy these cardinal rules in Tara Lain’s award-winning new take on paranormal romance.

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