So I Married a Werewolf (Entangled Covet) by Kristin Miller

Tinker Bell spouted more details, the situation became insanely clear. They could actually do this. Would she want to? Would he want to? This wasn’t a fairy tale anymore. This was reality.
    Carter went palms-down on the reservations desk and lowered his head. “I can’t believe we’re going to do this.”
    She couldn’t either. She was seriously about to marry the man of her dreams. Her stomach tumbled at the thought. A squeaky, whiny voice warned not to get too excited, but she shut that voice up before it said something incredibly rude.
    There was only one solution to Carter’s problem. Though it was far from simple, it was exactly what she wanted.
    “Is it too late to have invitations printed up and delivered to a few guests staying in the hotel?” Faith asked.
    “No, ma’am.”
    Head bowed, Carter breathed hard, in and out, in and out.
    “Carter, sweetie.” Faith knelt and looked up at him. His head was low, hanging between his outstretched arms. The blood was rushing to his face, making his cheeks fire-engine red. “How bad do you want the job?”
    His light eyes burned with tenacity. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
    What would that kind of determination feel like if it was directed at her? Just once, she’d like to experience that kind of passion. To know what it felt like to be desired and chased and wanted with that kind of fierceness.
    “Then let’s do this,“ Faith said. “What better way to prove to the captain that Nate was full of shit than to get married here and now with a few members of the bureau watching?”
    His breathing slowed and he raised his head.
    “You’re right,” he said slowly. “You’re always right.”
    “You better stop saying that.” She slipped his wallet from his back pocket, took out his Visa, and then dropped it on the counter in front of Tinker Bell. “Or it’s going to go straight to my head.”
    As Tinker Bell ran Carter’s card, that squeaky, whiny voice piped up again. It whispered something about her feelings for Carter spreading from her head to her heart, and beyond.
    This time, she couldn’t tell the voice to quiet. Deep down, she knew it spoke the truth. Her feelings for Carter had rooted deeper than friendship. She wanted him every way a woman could want a man…and she wanted him for always.

Chapter Twelve
    By early evening, wedding invitations had gone out to the captain’s room. Carter was too busy pacing through the lobby mumbling to himself to ask whether or not he’d responded. He’d parted ways with Faith after he’d put down the chunk of change for the “elopement package.”
    All along the plan had been to get married, but now that he was standing here, minutes away from getting hitched again, his feet were cold as ice.
    His first marriage had been a bust. He’d found his Luminary. He’d gotten stronger because of it and his lifespan had lengthened to a thousand years. But just because he’d found the person fate wanted him to be with didn’t mean that they wouldn’t fight, because they had. And it didn’t mean that his Luminary would be physically satisfied with him, because she hadn’t been.
    She’d argued to the end that physical intimacy was different and completely separate from spiritual intimacy. She’d cheated. More times than he cared to remember.
    This time, he wouldn’t get emotionally attached. He wouldn’t feel anything. He’d close off, be married for a few short months, and make a clean break.
    “Carter?” Faith said from behind him.
    He turned.
    “Don’t laugh.” She stood in the center of the lobby, her hands on her hips. “It was all I could find.”
    She wore thick white tights, white snow boots with a rim of brown fur, and a puffy white parka. Her dark hair was drawn over her shoulders, as she always wore it, and a light sheen of pink lip gloss coated her lips. She was a snow bunny, ready to kick back in a ski lodge and huddle by the fire with a warm drink.
    She wasn’t what he was