Check out Fated Souls by Becky Flade
Blurb: Shamed investigative journalist turned tabloid scribe Maggie O’Connell convinces her editor to let her go to Minnesota to research alleged werewolf sightings. Her first night in the woods, she gets trapped in an ancient sleeping bag, unintentionally attracts the attention of a bear, and is saved by the most unlikely of heroes: the very wolf she had come to investigate!
When she meets horse rancher Aidan Gael in the town market days later, she recognizes his eyes as those belonging to her champion. He dodges her every attempt to get to know him but undaunted Maggie launches a campaign to win over the recalcitrant Aidan.
Aidan tries desperately to avoid her; he both fears Maggie and fears for her. Neither man nor beast can resist her curious mind and courageous heart. One kiss threatens to break Aidan’s tenuous self-control but furthers Maggie’s resolve. But danger lurks at every turn. The curse Aidan fights to keep secret is only one of the obstacles that will test the strength of their bond. Together they will navigate the violence of both nature and of man in pursuit of their destiny.
Excerpt:
Sometime later as they lay there intertwined, feeling the cool air of the lengthening day on her sweaty skin, Maggie smiled against his neck and simply said, “Deal.”
“Then we better get moving, lover.” He kissed her, and they dressed quickly before eating a hastily put together meal of reheated leftovers and heading out into the meadow. Maggie was equally nervous and excited as she and Aidan walked to the forest’s edge. She had been anxious to see the transformation with her own eyes, the proof her mind needed to finally accept the truth she already knew. She didn’t have any worries that it would change the way she felt about Aidan—she was in love with him and she knew it—but it was like Lois Lane knowing Clark was Superman and actually seeing the Fortress of Solitude for herself.
“Aidan, does it hurt?”
“No, it doesn’t hurt.” He took her hand in his, and led her into the trees far enough that no one could see from the meadow or the house. Maggie glanced up at the sky; the moon would be up any second. She chose a large wide tree to sit against and made herself comfortable as she watched, with total female appreciation as her man stripped down to his skin. She saw him put his clothes in a large, watertight container, painted dark green so it blended well with its surroundings. She marveled at how she’d never considered what happened to his clothes. Aidan winked at her and Maggie smiled back, her smile spreading as he grew visibly aroused. She quirked an eyebrow at him. Aidan’s quick chuckle in response slid into a low growl as the first rays of moonlight touched his shoulder.
Maggie watched in awe as a thin blue mist covered Aidan’s skin and the air around him shimmered with magic. He blurred before her eyes and she blinked against the sudden urge to weep. That fast, Gealach stood before her, his fur thick and downy, his eyes, so like Aidan’s, watching her with concern. She smiled as a lone tear slid down her cheek. The wolf came to her, nuzzled her neck and licked the tear away with his soft, scratchy tongue. She ran her fingers over his pelt and wrapped her arms around him in a hug.
“I love you.” She whispered against his side, knowing Aidan could hear her. Gealach whined softly and she pulled her head back so that they were nose to nose. “I know that wasn’t fair. You can pretend you didn’t hear it; I don’t expect you to say it in return. I want you to say it when, or if, you feel it, too.”
The wolf retreated a few steps and when she nodded her head he bound off into the dark forest.
