The Wolves of Craigellen: The Complete Highland Shifter Romance Trilogy by Ruby Fielding

The Wolves of Craigellen: The Complete Highland Shifter Romance Trilogy by Ruby FieldingHow much would you be willing to give up for the one you love?

Available in one volume for the first time:
The Wolves of Craigellen: Ruby Fielding’s stunning Highland shifter romance trilogy – murder, intrigue and breathtaking romance in a werewolf series like no other.

“An exciting suspenseful shifter romance… The characters are fantastic… a must read book!” Roxie’s Reviews

“This has been truly an amazing story and I have loved each and every character.” Books of Past, Present, and Future

“Just wow! Snow Wolf is the stunning conclusion of the three-part series… I highly recommend Ruby Fielding’s stories.” Night Owl Reviews’ Top Pick

“No, I’m not scared of a wolf. Believe me: there are far worse things…”

Three full-length novels:

Last Alpha
He never wanted to fall in love. She never planned to let him… Jenny Layne has made a career out of investigating werewolf reports, but every case has only confirmed that shapeshifters are the stuff of legend or madness. Until now. Billy Stewart has traveled the world in pursuit of stories of shapeshifters and other strange phenomena, but the last thing he ever expected to find was love. Billy is not a man who falls easily, but when he does, it’s a force of nature. As love boils over and the dark secrets buried away in the past rise to the surface, a night of murder raises the stakes yet higher. By turns passionate romance and gripping paranormal thriller, Last Alpha tells the story of two people whose paths collide with earth-shattering consequences, and asks can Beauty ever really hope to tame the Beast?

Rogue Male
She’d always known he was a bit of a rogue, but what if it was worse than that? So much worse… Skye Parker wasn’t that girl. The one who chases love. The one who puts romance ahead of everything else. The one who would travel the length of the country in response to a throwaway online comment and a whole lot of wishful thinking. Until now. Iain Logan is most definitely that boy. The wild one. ‘Trouble’ is not so much his middle name as something engraved on his heart. He’s a young man with secrets, too. Secrets that make him hold everything at a distance, even the girl who might just be the love of his life. When he finds wild wolves near his Highlands home after an absence of close to three centuries it’s a chance to prove himself – if only he can get people to believe him. But as old friends rebuff him and the dark truth unfolds, Iain has some tough choices to make. Choices with life-changing consequences. It would be madness for Skye to fall for him. Dangerous. But sometimes madness is the most sensible thing of all.

Snow Wolf
Can you ever be sure of a shifter’s heart? Jenny Layne has her man, but does she really have his heart? Just when Jenny needs him most, Billy Stewart has gone missing. Has she scared him away, is he in danger, or has he succumbed to the call of the wild? As the worst winter in a generation closes in, the search for Billy rapidly becomes a matter of life or death – for him, and for those who seek him. Jenny is the person most likely to find him, so why does she refuse to join the search? What does she fear even more than losing the love of her life?

She knew love could be tough. That it was never a smooth ride. That you had to work at it. She knew all the clichés from friends and books and films.

But nothing had prepared her for this.

For being with a man who could both terrify her and make her melt in a moment.

For that moment when you step back from the relationship and know you should keep on stepping back, turning away, running as far and as fast as you could.

And knowing you never could, never would.

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Excerpt

It’s late, it’s dark out here, and she’s tired, but she has no excuses. No reason why she approaches this man who she now knows to be a stranger.

No possible reason to put herself at risk like this when every bone in her body is screaming at her to stop, turn, walk away. Run.

Anything but carry on slowly approaching.

He’s standing on the bridge, leaning on the stone wall as if staring down into the water.

Waiting for her.

Now, he straightens and turns.

She stops walking, and his eyes crawl over her features, taking in the floppy fabric rose in her hair, the leather jacket.

“You must be Skye,” he says. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

She can’t move.

“I believe you have something I want,” he adds.

Why are her feet so frozen to the spot?

Why can’t she just turn and walk away?

All she has to do is calm herself. Lift her feet. Walk.

She hears a sound, turns her head.

Sees yellow eyes staring at her from the darkness by the bridge wall, the narrow path that leads down to the water.

Hearing a sound from behind this time, she twists at the waist and peers back.

A dark-coated wolf stands there, lips drawn back across its teeth.

“I believe you have information about some mutual friends,” says the man, taking a step towards her. “I want to know where they are.”

Two more steps, so that now he looms over her.

“I want you to come with me, Miss Parker. I want to know all that you know about our friends. And then either I will go and find them, or they will come looking for you. I’ve yet to decide which of these two alternatives is more to my liking. What do you think?”

The wolf down in the shadows by the bridge has edged forward. Now she can see that its fur is a dark silvery-gray.

How many are there?

She glances back, and the dark wolf has edged closer. Much more and she’ll be able to feel its hot breath on her back.

The other wolf is up on the road now, its body held low to the ground.

And the dark wolf: closer still.

Involuntarily, she takes a step away from them.

She would never have believed that terror could be so intense. She feels sick with the fear.

She doesn’t even need to look. She can feel the wolves closing in.

Herding her like nightmare sheepdogs.

What’s the advice to kidnap victims? Leave evidence. If you’re in his car you should pull your hair and leave it behind. Rub your skin raw on the seat so there’s DNA left on the upholstery. Scratch him to get evidence lodged under your fingernails… for when they find your body.

She isn’t in his car, though. She’s still out in the street.

She should scream.

She knows that.

But she has no voice. No control.

She should drop her purse.

Pull that ridiculous big flower from her hair and make sure she leaves it behind – everyone would recognize that.

Anything.

Anything but give herself up to this man…

(continues…)

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