What are the Reviewers Saying?

* “Readers will not be disappointed with this wonderful tale…I can only hope that there are more stories waiting to be told…Jayelle Drewry has done a tremendous job writing this paranormal romance and making a fan out of me.” 5 Angels @ Fallen Angel Reviews

* “… the perfect were tale…Roman is sexy and dark with an animalistic quality that will ‘curl’ readers toes. Sabine is a great heroine…her strong will and equality for women is great. Fireworks happen whenever this couple is near each other…” 4 ½ Hearts @ The Romance Studio

* “… a terrific werewolf tale that reads will and is both captivating and compelling.” 4 Stars @ Romantic Times

* “…a story about two people who will not accept their heritage…The primal pull between these two is electric. Very sexy and hot... The Other Half is a great paranormal love story…” 4 Stars @ Just Erotic Romance Reviews

* “… a fun-fulled, fast-paced story that will have the reader eagerly turning pages…Jayelle Drewry does a wonderful job giving both characters attributes that will not only delight the reader but will have you cheering them in their endeavors to achieve their goals.” 4 ½ Blue Ribbons @ Romance Junkies

* “… a lovely werewolf romance… a highly recommended, satisfying read.” 4 ½ Moons – Excellent Work @  Mystique Books

* “Roman is a survivor – pure Alpha male who makes my heart flutter…And he’s got his hands full with Sabine…This was a great book, with some really hot sex that just made me squirm. I highly recommend The Other Half and eagerly look forward to reading more books by Ms. Drewry.” Jolie @ Joyfully Reviewed

* “Thank you, thank you, thank you!  I just discovered your ebooks, The Other Half and The Outcast!  Allow me to praise your writing style and VERY realistic love/sex scenes.  I read both straight through in one day and PRAY you will continue the series.  I haven't been so enthralled by the supernatural since reading the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton.  Your werewolves are just fantastic, and that is high praise coming from someone with a critical eye for the rushed and underdeveloped story line.  You did a wonderful job!" Michele Molina, reader

Her jaws ached from the depth of his penetration. A moan could barely escape from the lips she had tightly wrapped around his cock.

     “Come on baby, you can take it.” His voice was a low growl.

     Breathing deeply through her nose she took another inch, and began to work her hand on his length with the same rhythm of her mouth. Tasting the pre-ejaculatory come, she knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Twin cravings burned in her belly, the need to taste his essence battled with her need to feel his thrust.

     Then his hands cupped the back of her head, holding her to the rhythm. “Yes, that’s it. Faster.” His thrust became quicker. One. Two. Three. “Swallow it. That’s it. That’s it.”

      With the fourth thrust, she could feel him pulsing inside her mouth, his sperm spattering against the back of her throat. Sabine heard herself whimper in desire and need. A growl rumbled up from his throat, and his hands tightened on her hair, almost to the point of pain. Slowly he pulled her head back, his cock making a popping noise as it slipped free. Her eyes met his. The intensity and fire in them made her tremble. She licked her lips and tasted him. His eyes narrowed at the action, he pulled her to her feet. She could feel her muscles quiver, now it was her turn.

     Sabine sat up in bed, sweat damping her hair and T-shirt. Desire beat furiously in her veins. Her heart was pounding, her breathing heavy. The dream had been so real, she could almost taste him, feel his presence in the room. Yet she couldn’t remember his face. The wolf in her hungered for its mate. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, calming herself.     

     She lay back on the pillows. That was a first. First time she could remember a dream so vividly. She flushed just thinking about it. About the needs still pulsing through her. Sabine knew she was reaching the peak in her cycle; her instincts were demanding that she find a mate and reproduce. Several times over the past year she had been having disturbing dreams. Dreams she couldn’t remember, but caused her to wake wet and horny. But tonight, not only did she wake up with graphic images ingrained in her mind, she had almost seen him. Him, the cause of all this turmoil and heat. Though his face was a blank, his eyes were not. Blue, electric blue. Hot, volcano hot. His taste and scent were there too. Just out of reach, haunting her.

     Sabine squirmed around and clinched her thighs together. If this happens in a dream, if she ever met this dream man in person he’d kill her. But what a way to go. She squirmed again at the thought and felt the squishiness of her own desire. Arching her back, she pressed her buttocks against the mattress and felt her sex tingle, so she did it again. Flopping over to her stomach she pressed her pelvis into the mattress, and it felt even better. With ease and familiarity, Sabine ran her hand down her stomach and under her panties. Parting her folds, she found the slick wetness of her clit. A quick pinch had her clenching her teeth. Her second hand joined in the action, two fingers thrusting into her while the thumb and forefinger of the other hand pinched and rubbed her clit. Her breath hitching, she concentrated on bringing herself relief. Intense blue flashed behind her closed eyelids and sent her over the edge. As her orgasm swept through her, she pretended it was he, her dream man, thrusting into her, and not her own fingers. Relief washed through her, and her body relaxed. Moving around, Sabine found a comfortable position for sleeping. Too bad a girl had to rely on her own two hands for satisfaction. 

     Earlier Vivian had asked what she was looking for. The date tonight, as every other date she had ever had with a were, had not been it. John had shown her a good time, a great time. Still, something was missing. The something that she found in her dreams. Intense attraction and sexual need. Hot sex. Steamy sex. The others had wanted sex, but more than that they had wanted the connection to her father, the Alpha. But the man in her dreams. He had wanted her. Her. On her knees, pleasing him. Instinctively she knew he would insist on pleasuring her too. That was what she was looking for. Someone strong, not intimidated by her father. Someone strong enough she couldn’t dominate him, and confident enough he wouldn’t try to dominate her either. An equal. A partner, in life and love. Too bad John wasn’t the one. She really liked him. But there had been nothing, no zap, no zing. Would she even be able to recognize her mate? Did she have one? Some went through life never finding a partner. Sabine sighed and resettled herself. She was exhausted. With one last sigh she drifted to sleep.