Date: June 1, 2016
the Alpha’s bed?
secretly come home to visit his ailing grandmother only to discover a human and
very desirable female sleeping in his bed. Their attraction is instant. But his
new bed buddy seems determined to resist his Southern charm and Alpha
chance to build a new life in Walker’s Run but is also his one true mate.
Cassie’s reluctance dissolves when a rogue shifter kidnaps her, and now she and
Brice must work together to save his pack. But once she witnesses the savagery
of wolfan justice, can Cassie accept Brice as man, beast and her true love?
into concern. Granny knew wolfan law forbade adult males and females of blood
relation to share bedding, so why had she fallen asleep in his room?
and angry, but pain and exhaustion made him edgy and terse.
grappled with the bedside lamp.
brightness stung like a fistful of sand slung in his face. Shielding his
light-sensitive eyes behind his arm, Brice tuned into his other senses. The air
thickened. He could almost taste the sharp tang of her fear. Her breaths came
hard and fast.
telephone. A landline in the kitchen.
said she didn’t.
air pressure, heard a hitch in her breathing. His instinct warned that she had
inched to her right.
knew she stood.
breathing. Nothing but howling silence filled the space between them. Any
second she would hit the floor in a dead faint. Brice forced his eyes to open.
woman pressed against the wall was definitely not his grandmother. Wild spirals
of red hair gave her a sexy bed-head look regardless of the cornered animal
glint in her cinnamon eyes.
belonged to him?
marking a male Wahya’s belongings with her scent.
discarded clothes and his abandoned bed sparked a possessive thump in his
chest. His gaze prowled the small swell of her breasts and the narrow curve of
her hips cloaked beneath his shirt.
petite. Soft, toned legs that inspired steamy visions of them tangled around
his hips as he moved inside her until she shattered in ecstasy, breaking him
something prompted by primitive hormones riddling him to fuck the nearest
willing female. That this one didn’t look so willing was like an ice dump on
his stiffening cock.
fields and orange groves. Books fed her imagination, providing adventurous
portals to ancient civilizations, medieval fiefdoms, alternate realities and
futuristic worlds. Then, a friend gave her Johanna Lindsey’s FIRES OF WINTER, a
historical romance which ignited a life-long love affair with romantic fiction.
career and volunteer endeavors that have included sales, banking, social
services, and animal rescue. When a family medical situation required her to
take a work sabbatical, she began penning deliciously dark paranormal romances
as an escape from the real-life drama. Even though the crisis passed, her
passion for writing continues.
dogs at the edge of the enchanted forest that inspires her stories.