RICHIE: New Orleans Wolf Shifters with plus sized BBW for mates (Le Beau Series Book 6)

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Author: V.A. Dold
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her assessment, she forced her gaze from his face.
    Nice, he had a head of gorgeous dark brown hair. It wasn’t long by any means, just long enough to sink her fingers into. Where the hell did that come from?
    Richie was relieved to see Helen, Karen and Billie were seated at his table. Thank Goddess, he had someone to talk to. He smiled brightly and was nodding his hellos when a delectable scent tickled his nose. He smelled the most mouthwatering crawfish boil - ever. He glanced at the woman across the round table, his breath hitched, and his heart constricted. Holding her gaze, his nostrils flared as he breathed her in.
    MATE!
    Her eyes widened and she quickly looked around. She must have heard him telepathically and was searching for someone near who may have spoken. Odds were she didn’t understand what she’d experienced and was suspicious.
    Frowning, she turned her attention back to the table. Then she caught herself and carefully straightened her napkin in her lap while she fixed a pleasant smile on her face. Satisfied she managed to appear outwardly calm, she glanced up and froze.
    For the first time, she took in his entire face, where before she’d been analyzing each feature separately. The man who joined the table right before she swore she heard a voice in her head was gorgeous. Not just hot, but please God, let me strip him naked and lick him, gorgeous.
    He must be an actor or a model. She racked her brain, but she couldn’t remember her cousin, Bob, ever saying he knew someone famous.

Chapter 2
     
     
    Try as she might to not ogle the man, she failed. Epically. Maybe if I identify who he is, I won’t embarrass him to badly. Ah hell, admit it, I’m the one who won’t be embarrassed. She told herself. Yeah, right. She wasn’t trying to remember his name. She was to busy gaping at him.
    He had broad, nicely muscled shoulders and a trim waist that she imagined led to an incredible ass. His suit, though slightly wrinkled was custom tailored and must have cost a mint. It fit him like a glove and showed off his incredible body. Oh yeah, she wanted to get him naked, horizontal, and take him for a test drive.
    Piper was so busy drooling and sizing him up, she didn’t immediately realize the table had gone silent, and now stared at the two of them panting over one another.
    Quickly she looked away as a scarlet stain crept up her neck. Then she heard a soft chuckle rumble from across the table and blushed hotter.
    Helen craned her neck and looked around the room to see what had amused him. “What’s so funny, Richie?”
    “Oh, nothing.”
    Piper snorted. Richie, huh? She couldn’t think of anyone famous named Richie. Without glancing at the problematic man, she sipped her water. The best course of action was to pretend he didn’t exist.
    Piper was content to allow the other members of their table to carry the conversation. Steadfastly, she ignored him, but the irritating man didn’t make it easy. She could feel his stare and it was making her antsy.
    Richie remained calm on the exterior, though he danced like a child inside. His wolf stared at their mate, panting and licking his chops. Both he and his wolf wanted to howl with joy, but that wouldn’t be a good idea in the middle of a crowd of humans.
    There was no mistaking what he'd seen. Her stare and interest had been evident for everyone to see. Secretly, and apparently at times not so secretly, he’d kept an equally interested eye on her. Her gray-blue eyes had a translucence he found fascinating. And the edges of her irises shimmered with an intriguing silver hue. Goddess, her wolf’s eyes will be heart stopping.
    He was enjoying the view when she bowed her head and her soft chestnut hair suddenly swirled over her shoulders and fell forward to hide her face.
    A frown creased his brow. He didn’t care for anything obscuring his view. His fingers itched to push it aside so he could see her again.
    Unable to gaze into her eyes, his perusal continued

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