Kara’s Wolves (Wolf Masters, Book 1)


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Romance Books Scene

“Strong female lead, with two sexy alpha males create sizzling love scenes only add to the suspense to the first book in the Wolf Masters’ series.”—Roni, Romance Book Scene

Julie’s Book Review

“Over all a wonderful book. Awesome start to a series I can’t wait to read!”—Julie, Julie’s Book Review

Jessi Gage

“Kara’s Wolves was superbly written with quick pacing and well-edited copy, but the best part was the heartfelt story of Kara finding the one (ore ones) meant for her alone.”—Jessi Gage, USA Today Bestselling Author

Night Owl Reviews

“If you like werewolves, ménage, a little drama/suspense, and lots of body action, this could well be a perfect fix…”—Megan, Night Owl Reviews

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Literary Escapism

“If you’re looking for an erotic romance and are not sure what book to open, I would definitely recommend picking up the first book in the Wolf Masters series.”—Jackie, Literary Escapism


“Damn, I’m not into ménage and supernatural. Damn this book, for changing my direction towards it. I can’t fight it, can’t stop read this, can’t deny how I love the story and the sex. This is the book I will forever remember, because this book, now… I’m into ménage.”—BooksMinority

“The sex is HOT. Becca Jameson has found her niche – this series ROCKS.”—BooksMinority






Kara’s Wolves released January 23, 2012. A re-edited updated version released January 6, 2015, with Hartwood Publishing.


Kara Shepherd is about to compete in her last gymnastics meet and graduate from college. A week before graduation her roommates drag her out to a country bar to live a little before entering the real world. She has no idea the course of her future is about to take a sharp turn.

Justin Masters and his lifetime friend, Trevor Shields, share everything from their farm to their women. At twenty-eight years old, neither has met their mate, and neither is in a hurry to find a woman and end their long-standing arrangement with each other. Their dairy farm a few miles outside of town allows them the luxury of shifting to their wolf form any time they want in relative seclusion.

Justin’s world tips when Kara walks into that bar on a random Friday night. Immediately recognizing her scent as that of his mate, he is drawn to her by forces beyond his control. Nervous about sharing the news with Trevor, Justin is relieved to realize that Kara is also his best friend’s mate. Now all they have to do is convince Kara she belongs in a lifelong ménage and track down a stalker who seems hell bent on taking Kara for himself.


Trevor paused at the back door and allowed the change to take place. Bones cracked, muscles shortened, hair receded, and within moments, Trevor stood, naked as the day he was born in his human form, reaching for the doorknob.

As soon as he opened the door leading into the kitchen, he knew his instincts to return home were right. Standing in the doorway, the first emotion to filter through his system was awareness. Something warm crawled beneath his skin. Fury followed close behind.

“Fuck.” He glared at his best friend of twenty some-odd years and stomped into the room, not caring one iota that he had no clothes. The two of them had been naked together more times than he could count anyway, either changing forms or sharing women. Now was no different.

Justin’s gaze met his, a look of uncertainty filling the depths of his deep brown eyes and furrowing his brow.

Trevor slammed the door to the kitchen behind him, causing Justin to jump in his seat.

“Why…do you…reek…of my…mate?” Red-hot anger surged through his veins. He couldn’t breathe. Every muscle in his body froze tight. Fists at his sides, teeth gritted, he tried to hold back the urge to slam one of them into his best friend.

“Your…what?” Justin appeared totally confused. “Your…your mate?” He shook his head. “I can’t believe this. So it’s true.” He smiled, getting to his feet.

What the hell is he talking about?

Trevor lifted his nose into the air and took a giant whiff, filling his lungs with the sweet feminine essence. Without a doubt the only smell in the room, besides that of Justin and himself, was definitely female–the woman he would spend the rest of his life with.

“Trevor, I–”

“Don’t fucking ‘Trevor’ me. Did you know? Did you know she was mine before you put your grubby paws on her, sucked her tongue into your mouth? Tasted her neck?” The only thing stopping Trevor from changing back into his wolf form and attacking his best friend was the absence of the musky scent of sex.

Justin leaned his head back and roared in laughter. The action only infuriated Trevor more, making his shoulders tense in preparation for a fight.

“Thank you, God. And here I’ve been sitting for…” Justin glanced at the clock on the wall, “…thirteen minutes, dreading this confrontation more than anything in the world.” He could barely spit the words out between his raucous chuckling.

“I don’t know what you find so funny–” Trevor stepped closer to Justin, his hand curling into a fist. His face burned with anger.

“Trevor, stop.” Justin’s laughter died. His expression grew serious. “Sit.” He pulled out a chair and headed for the fridge. As he returned with a pair of beer bottles, Trevor eyed him cautiously. “Sit,” Justin repeated, angling the head of one bottle toward the chair with the air of authority that brooked no argument as he took a seat himself.

Trevor grabbed the back of the chair, dragging the legs across the wooden floor. “Fine, but you have some serious explaining to do.” Trevor cautiously stared Justin in the eyes from across the table.

“I met a woman tonight,” Justin began.

A woman? No shit, Sherlock–”

Trevor,” Justin nearly shouted, “shut the fuck up for a minute and listen to me.” He wasn’t laughing anymore. Taking a sip of beer, he cleared his throat. “Like I said, I met her at Boot Scooters tonight. And, for your information, she is most assuredly my mate…” Justin paused before adding, “too.” Justin stopped speaking and stared at Trevor.

Trevor let Justin’s words seek into his muddled brain. “Your…your mate too?”

Was this a joke?