Wolf’s Bite, book 4 in the Mafia Monsters Series, by Atlas Rose & Kim Faulks is LIVE early!

Title: Wolf’s Bite (Mafia Monsters Book 4)

Author: Atlas Rose & Kim Faulks

Release Date: August 30th

Genre:  Gothic Paranormal Romance 

 Cover Designer: Covers by Christian

Photographer: Wander Aguiar

Model: Johnny James

“Wolf’s Bite is well written with a gripping story line and chemistry bursting characters you can't help fall in love with!!” - Goodreads Reviewer

“Gritty and explosive. This book had me on edge. ”  - Goodreads Reviewer


“Don’t come any closer,” I warned, my FBI badge useless in the face of this fanged monster. “I’ll scratch and bite.”

“You’ll crawl and beg too.” Phantom promised as he strode closer, a glint of desire danced in his eyes. “And that Special Agent…will only be the start of it.” 

The Costello’s were mine. 

Mine to corner. Mine to hunt. Mine to bring to their knees.  

I’ve hunted Ruth for years now. Sat outside her house. Tracked every shady deal she’d ever done. She’s my ticket to her family, and the entire cesspool they play in. The Costello’s are lower than low…they are liars…they are mobsters. 

They are Mafia. 

This is more than a case for me. This was personal. The last bullet in my father’s ruined policing career. He’s a drunk now and alone…and I’m his only visitor—pathetic huh? 

Only a war erupted. A war which I’m now part of…a war between the beasts that roam west of my city and the powerful Immortals they answer to.

I replayed that night in slow motion. Fangs. Blood…and Phantom. The Alpha of the Wolves. The one I saved from a rogue Vampire. 

And the one who saved me. 

I carry his bite mark on my shoulder…and the memory of what I’d done in his bed. 

He might think he has a handle on me…

He might think this is more than what it was…

He’s about to find out how wrong he is.


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I dropped my head at the trail of those calloused fingers down my spine. They were worn from fighting, blood-stained…death-delivering, not kind…not in the fucking slightest. Utterly Alpha.

“You think because you carry a badge you can bust down my door…and invade my fucking life?” 

A shudder tore through me in answer. 

“You need to understand who you’re playing with Special Agent.” His hands gripped my hips. Jesus just that deep, graveled voice made me wet. 

One draw of a breath and I knew he scented me…the low rumble in the back of his throat was all fucking promise. 

“I…” I started. 


Thick knees pushed between my splayed thighs. Long powerful thighs opened, making stretch my legs outwards. Hands on the hood…legs out wide. I could hear my own commands come back to me. 

My legs were out wide, pushing wider the more he moved. 

“I’m gonna show you just what I think of you waving your fucking gun around.” He growled. “I’m gonna punish you for shooting me in the fucking chest. Are you ready Special Agent?”

He yanked my hips backwards, my splayed hands slid down the wall, until the tip of his cock danced at my entrance. “Oh my God.” My eyes fluttered closed. 

My body was on fire. 

My focus was on that touch…on that brush of the most sensitive part of me…the belly of the flame burned when he thrust, sliding the head of his massive cock inside. I bit my lip, head lowered, nails scratching the walls…must not mark the walls. 

“You fucking shot me.” He growled, hands closed around my hips like a fucking vise, pulling me backwards and then pushing up. I couldn’t get away even if I wanted to. Grinding, dipping, stretching me wider until my pussy clamped down…and then he pulled free. 

“Fuck you.” I whimpered. “Give me a gun and I’ll shoot you again.” 

A deep rumble of laughter spilled across my bare skin. Thighs flexed, driving this body upwards until his hard chest pressed against my back. “I have no doubt about that.” He murmured against my neck. “Not doubt whatsoever. But right now…you’re mine Carina Chase. I own you, pussy, tits…and soul. 

I whimpered with the words baring down, desperate for an inch more…and he had plenty to give. More than I’d ever had before. 

“Look down Carina.” His hand gentle against the back of my head. “Watch while I fuck you, and when I finish fucking you then you’ll know who you belong to. You’ll know who’s pack is yours. Pro tip. It’s not the one with the shiny badges and the goddamn mortal rules. You belong to us. You are owned by us.” 

“No…” I started as his cock pushed in deep, filling me up, sliding all the way inside until I lost control of myself. 

Slow. Hard. Thrusts dragged me from my own soul, and left me in the dirt and the mud…in the primal yearning of what’d always longed for. 




He claimed me…deeper than any bite ever could. I met his thrusts driving down…hard flesh slapped on flesh, that fire stoked inside me, rising up as I did until he pressed his thumb against my ass.

“Open up for me.” He demanded. “Open this precious part of you and I’ll show you how a real man takes care of what he owns.” 

My ass clenched, breaths hard and fast. Still his hand never moved from the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair. I watched his cock slide out of me, pink skin glistening from my own savage need. 


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Atlas Rose Bio:

Atlas Rose is a regular Aussie girl, writing wolves and witches. She loves the beach...and writing. But above all she loves her readers. Author of Chosen by the Vampire Series. Loves black cats. Eats all the black jellybeans. Yeah, she lives a wild life.

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Kim Faulks Bio:

USA TODAY & Amazon Bestselling Author of Dark Paranormal & Urban Fantasy Romance! Do you love dark stories, powerful characters, and a thrilling storyline? Then, I'm the author for you. I'm an Aussie girl who loves stories about the underdogs and the things they've done to survive. Nothing is off limits in my books. I love writing bad guys just as much as the heroes and finding that point of no return. My books are usually hot, action-packed, and always... always dark.

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