What are the Reviewers Saying?

* “… full of action, adventure, and hot steamy sex. Jane and Remy are explosive together...” 6 Magic Wands by Astraea @ Enchanted Ramblings

* “I was hooked from page one to the very end and left wondering is there another werewolf out there looking for his mate somewhere. Jayelle Drewry has once again done an outstanding job at crafting an intriguing, sizzling werewolf tale.” 5 Angels! By Jessica @  Fallen Angel Reviews

* “...a howling good read!  Intense plot twists and well-developed characters kept me glued to the edge of my seat. Remy, with his good looks and dominant personality, sent my heart beating faster… a must read for the werewolf lover.”  5 Tatoos by Ophelia @ Erotic Escapades

* "The Outcast is one super sizzling story... 5 Stars @ Just Erotic Romance Reviews

* "Ms. Drewry adds masterful depth to her characters and the love scenes are some of the hottest I’ve ever read and when I say hot, I mean HOT.. Not only do I think this book is a must-read, it meets criteria to be a reread!" 5 Rings Kerin @ Euro-Reviews

* “... a great book that never stops the romantic passion…” 41/2 Blue Ribbons by Angel @ Romance Junkies

* “…  a must read for every werewolf/erotica reader.  The love scenes are so hot, you need a bowl of ice to cool off.  This is one book you don't want to miss!” 4 by  Gloria Gehres @ The Romance Reader’s Connection

* "Remy’s character is in-your-face hot and totally Alpha! …  The Outcast by Jayelle Drewry kept me entertained the whole time. I thought it well written, intriguing, and just downright sexy." Joyfully Reviewed

* “WOW! This was one of the best werewolf books I’ve ever read… the love scenes are wonderfully heated.  Anyone who enjoys shape shifter stories is sure to enjoy this one!!!” Recommended Read @ May Reviews

* “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

“Vivian, what are you doing here?” His voice was deep, smooth.

“Oh, we’re just out for a night on the town. Remy have you met my friend Jane?” With that question, Jane knew she was going to have to turn around.

Turning, she made eye contact with a chest. It was a nice chest, a broad chest. A white, silk shirt hugged the trim torso. Okay, it was more than nice. Jane worked around physically fit people all day, and she had to admit, even covered the chest was a better than nice. Her eyes traveled up, to a perfect pair of lips. Perfect was the only word for them. They were neither too thin nor too full. If she was Goldilocks, she would have to say they were just right. The nose was thin, slightly long. When she stared into his eyes, she forgot to breathe. Dark blue. Electric blue. Incredible eyes. They were heavily lashed, almost feminine. But nothing in their expression was feminine. It was the expression that snapped Jane out of her preoccupation with his looks.

“Remy, this is Jane Lyke. Jane this is Remy Silva.”

He had one arm slung around Vivian’s waist. The other he held out to Jane. She stared at the outstretched hand. Politeness forced her to accept it, even though she didn’t want to do so. Didn’t want to touch him. In slow motion, she watched her hand come up and join with his. Long, lean fingers clasped hers. She noted his hand was large and engulfed her own. There was a heat in the connection. Her skin prickled, and the faint hair along her arms stood up

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Me, too.” Not the best, but that was all she could come up with. The simple contact of their hands was causing her system to go haywire She tried to jerk her hand away. His hand tightened in response, refusing to let her go.

“Would you like to dance?”

NO! That was the last thing she wanted. She had dreaded meeting him because of the things she had imagined he’d heard about her from Roman. She hadn’t counted on this unwilling fascination. She opened her mouth to refuse.

“Nn...” Her lips didn’t get the opportunity to form the shape of o.

“Good.”

Hands still clasped, Remy turned and pulled her toward the dance floor. Jane stumbled behind him and had to quicken her pace to keep up with him. The crowd should have worked against him, but it didn’t. Like Moses and the Red Sea, the throng parted before him, leaving the way to the dance floor clear.

Remy could feel the slight resistance she offered, the drag of her feet, the way she tugged against his hold. It didn’t matter, he continued on to the dance floor. He was in the midst of a primal urge. Since scenting her, making eye contact, his world had narrowed down to her. Getting to her, touching her, and holding her in his arms. Her urge to run made him want to chase. That was all it was, the predator wanting to give chase to the prey. At least that was what he told himself as he forced an unwilling partner on to the dance floor. This was an anomaly. He had never had a problem finding a dance partner. No, normally he had to turn down women. Beat ’em off with a stick. The thought crossed his mind, and a smile of remembrance quirked his lips. Sabine had used that expression once. He had laughed, then, and told her they wanted him to beat them with his stick. She had punched him in the arm, hard.

The DJ announced that this was the last dance before the band returned to play the second set. The music went from fast to slow as Remy stepped out onto the floor. Perfect, he could hold her close, chest to thigh, and feel her sway against him in a parody of sex. Turning, he pulled her into his arms. Though she was stiff, her body fit perfectly, the top of her head even with his chin.

Jane Lyke. She hadn’t said a word, not since she had tried to refuse to dance with him. She didn’t need to; her body was doing all her talking for her. Her body was saying, let me go. Remy wondered at this need to dance with her, touch her. Rather than force the issue, he swayed to the beat of the music, letting rhythm and body chemistry work their combined magic. With every sway of his hips, his erection brushed her abdomen. There was nothing he could do about it; he had been aroused since first meeting her crystalline gaze.

The attraction had been instantaneous, as had been her seeming rejection of it ... and him. It was something Remy was not accustomed to dealing with. The club gave him a steady supply of women, all of whom offered little, if any, resistance. As a male werewolf, most human women found him incredibly attractive, and coupled with his considerable charms, they found him irresistible.

Bending his head down, he buried his nose in her hair and inhaled. Her scent was intoxicating, going straight to his penis, causing it to throb painfully. His arm tightened around her tiny waist, lifting her so his erection fit into the notch between her thighs. His hand slid down and cupped her buttocks. She was wearing skin-tight, black leather pants and the smooth kid leather was warmed by her body heat and hinted at the silky warmth of the skin beneath. Rather than melt into him, she braced her palms against his chest and pushed.

“Let me go.” It was a command muttered between clenched teeth. She looked up, sparks flying from her pale blue eyes.

Ignoring her command, Remy tightened his grip on her ass. His fingers curled around to touch the inside curve of her buttock, dangerous area.

“Why? You smell so good.” He bent for another quick inhalation and then reared back to once again to stare down into her face. It was a beautiful face, full lips that gave a man all kinds of ideas and electrifying eyes that challenged a man to do his worst, or best, depending on how one looked at it. “And you feel even better.” He gave her buttocks a squeeze.

“I didn’t come here to be mauled by some bar-hopping, werewolf Lothario.” Again, she pushed against his chest.

“Yeah?” Remy lifted a brow. “Well, then, why did you come here while you’re in heat? If that’s not an invitation, then I don’t know what is.”

“If you think I’m going to cower at home because of a natural body process, then you’re sadly mistaken.” She glared up at him. “It’s high time men quit using a woman’s natural bodily functions against her.” Deepening her voice, she mimicked a man’s voice as best she could. “Can’t have a woman in the White House, she might PMS at the wrong time, hit the wrong button. Can’t go out when you’re in season unless you want a mate.”

Remy noted she had quit pushing. Her attention was focused completely on him. She was still antagonistic, but there was underlying sexual awareness. There had been since the beginning. He could smell it. That in part was responsible for her animosity, being unmated, she had no idea how to handle the sexual feelings she was experiencing. That was okay, he had plenty of experience and would be more than happy to help her, show her how to deal with them.

“Nah, I don’t want you cowering. Kneeling, definitely, but not in fear.”

“As if I ever would kneel or cower in front of you.” The outrage in her eyes made him want to laugh.

“Don’t be too quick to judge. I can show you a good time on your knees. For that matter, on your back, your stomach, or standing up. The positions are unlimited.”

“Sleeping with all those human women has gone to your head, wolf boy.”

“Oh, darling, you better stop while you’re ahead. You keep issuing these challenges, sooner or later I’m going to accept.” She was practically begging him to take up her challenge.