Roxanne Desired Online - Gena D. Lutz

Thank you Rachel Sockwell and Heather Castro for going on another book ride with me. You’re suggestions and support was invaluable.

I wanted to give a special thank you to Christina Smith. No matter how many times I rewrote a chapter or scene you read every single word of it without complaint. Every day and a thousand messages later, you traveled through this book with me as I wrote it. I can’t thank you enough for your patience and love. I heart my T.

I would also like to thank Hailey, Brandee, Mason, Rebekka, Jasmine, and Avery. It’s never easy putting up with me but you did and you still do. I love you all very much.

As before, I dedicate this book to a man that not only deserves the credit for being my inspiration, but for also being crazy and brave enough to be the great love of my life. There’s not a single day that goes by that I don’t thank God for bringing us together. Thank you for loving me better, kinder, and with more compassion than anyone ever has or ever could. I love you, Joseph.

I am a werewolf. Those complicated words drove me mad as they habitually looped like a broken record through my head. I’d been driving down this long, desolate, freeway for two days now. Two long days chock-full of self-reflection. It also happened to be that long since I'd left Nathan and our pack back in Astoria, Oregon. Well, more like skittered away from them like a terrified bunny who stumbled upon a wolf’s den. Regardless of the passage of time, my mind couldn’t stop wandering back to my new bond mate…Nathan. Just the thought of his chestnut brown eyes and the cocky grin he perpetually wore made my heart ache. I missed him.

I reached over and began flipping through random radio stations, hoping that a catchy tune might take my thoughts from his thickly muscled arms or the way his chest bulged a bumpy outline through his t-shirts. I shook my head. I can get you off my mind. That’s what I kept trying to convince myself anyway. My restless fingers jammed the buttons over and over again, but I couldn't settle on a song. The notes only translated to static so I shut the damn thing off. The car’s headlights illuminated the road before me, highlighting my wide beacon of solitude as I passed one mile marker after another. I had only a few hundred more of those little green signs to pass before I'd find myself back in my hometown of Downy, New Mexico. It was the same town that, not so long ago, I was all too eager to escape from. Old memories of my mother overlapped the ones of Nathan for a moment. I could see, perfectly in my mind’s eye, the way she would keep me seated at the table for hours, sometimes overnight, until I learned the proper use of eating utensils or the suitable way to sip my soup. I could also feel the phantom sting of her hand across my young cheek if I accidentally chose the wrong one, or accidentally spilled a drop. It had eventually escalated to the point to where I would purposefully mess up during her many teachings just so I could feel like I had a semblance of control in regard to my own life. And now I was running back to her. I shook my head at the irony of it all.

A blinding light pulled me back to the present. The sudden illumination had reflected off the car’s rearview mirror, piercing me straight in the eyes. I reached up and rubbed out the white stars flashing in my vision, and took a look in the mirror. There was a set of headlights moving up on me, getting bigger and brighter by the second. The progression moved way too fast for a vehicle that was doing the speed limit. I veered into the right hand lane, giving the speed demon plenty of room to pass me, but the driver of the truck had other ideas. Before I could react, my forehead slammed into the steering wheel as the barreling mass of metal rammed into my bumper. The sudden trauma made my silent passenger begin to stir inside of me. A silent growl erupted through my clenched teeth, warning any potential threats to back off.

"No. Not again." I breathed out deeply.

I wrenched the wheel back and forth, somehow gaining back control of