Vegas Mates, Book 3
Council threats and Renata’s deadly attack leave the Vegas pack scrambling to regroup…
Heartbroken over the death of her fiancé and tortured by a voice in her mind that’s haunted her since childhood, Sarah McLain learns her true ancestry after attending her best friend Margaret’s wedding. Can the pack save Sarah from the darkness that threatens to overwhelm her? Or will the wolf inside drive her over the edge before they can show her being a supernatural being is a good thing?
Chris Michaels is in charge of training the new latent werewolves at the O’Hearn mountain inn, now known as Woodhaven. His focus is tested when he finds out the beautiful but sad redhead, Sarah McLain, is his trainee. The connection he feels to her is strong but not magickal, and his wolf claims it foolish to listen to his human instincts. Can Chris heal her broken heart in time, or will he lose the woman he knows is perfect for him.
Stop #13 – Excerpt
She blushed bright red. Her face was practically the same color as her hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about it. I always...”
“Ate off of his plate?”
She nodded and put the bacon down on her napkin. “I think you’re the first guy I’ve shared a meal with since he was killed.”
“What was he like?” Aaaaack! Why did I ask that?
“Because you have a kind heart and she needs to talk about her loss to heal from it,” his wolf whispered back.
Her eyes widened, and she took a deep breath. “He was sweet and thoughtful and looked out for me. I tend to forget to eat, and he always made me eat off of his plate. He said it was so he knew I was taking care of myself and not just drinking coffee to survive.”
Tears glistened in her eyes. Her broken heart could be seen as clearly as if it had been tattooed onto her skin.
He knew what loss felt like. He’d just lost his dad. Heck, more than half the pack had lost someone. Renata Demakis had viciously murdered all of them. They’d gone with Peter Demakis, her husband, to try and move her to another safe house. Peter had been so desperate to save her. His hope had cost them dearly.
She’d killed all of them. Her husband. Her brother. His father. Margaret’s father and two of her uncles. The pack had been devastated. They were still trying to pick up the pieces. Even six months later, he knew his mother still cried herself to sleep. He and Maggie took turns watching over her. But her wolf was slowly helping her grieve and move forward.
“It’s good to talk about the ones we lose,” he finally spoke. “It keeps their memory alive.” He shifted in his chair and let his gaze stray out the window next to him. The green of the mountains and forest was so much more soothing than the harsh dryness of Vegas. He was glad he would be staying here a while.
“You lost your dad in the same incident that took Margaret’s and Sam’s. Your families are very close. It must be hard. I’m so sorry.”
What a strong little broken heart. She’s practically in tears over her lost fiancé, and she’s trying to comfort me.
“Thank you, Sarah. We are all very close, and it has been difficult, but it’s been the hardest on my mother. They’d been together so many years. I may have lost my father, but it broke my mother. She was in the kitchen with yours when I first came down. When Bonnie told me to go put a shirt on she smiled. I think that’s the first time I’ve seen her smile since he died.”
“It feels as though you’re betraying them by finding joy in life again.”
He nodded. “It’s important to remember that he would’ve wanted you to find that joy again.” His dad wouldn’t have wanted his mother to suffer and waste away. No man who truly loved a woman would ever wish that on them.
“I know. But it’s still hard. And some days it’s impossible.”
“Margaret said you might be staying with us a while.”
Her gaze narrowed on him and then flitted toward the window. “Just a couple of days. Mom and Dad apparently think I need…time.” Green eyes flashed, and she glared at him again. “You knew she asked. How?”
He glanced back at her. Damn. This girl didn’t miss a beat.
“Several of us are staying here for a while before we head back to Vegas. You aren’t the only one Margaret’s trying to mother,” he aswered quickly, hoping the lie was convincing.
“Oh,” she paused. “It will be nice to relax a few days. It’s not like there’s much in Vegas for me besides helping Mom and Dad at the diner.”
He pushed a little. “So you’re staying?”
She nodded. “Yes. For a couple of days.”
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Paranormal Romance author, Krystal Shannan, lives in Texas and is married to the love-of-her-life. They have a spunky young daughter who believes in fairies. Krystal professes to loving shoes, but avoids wearing them at all costs. She teaches in the public schools and writes as much as she can in her free time. If any more spare time can be squeezed from her day, she enjoys reading romance in all genres, but especially paranormal. If it has a 'Happily Ever After', she's on board!
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