Coming June 1, 2016
Who's been sleeping in
the Alpha's bed?
Exiled from his pack by his father, Brice Walker has
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
allure.
For Brice, fiercely independent Cassie not only represents a
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?
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Excerpt
The mixed feelings Brice had about his homecoming knotted
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?
“Granny?” He eased onto the edge of the mattress and touched
her leg.
An unfamiliar feminine gasp prickled the skin along his
spine.
“Who the hell are you?” Brice didn’t mean to sound so rough
and angry, but pain and exhaustion made him edgy and terse.
“Stay away from me!” The woman kicked out of bed and
grappled with the bedside lamp.
“Fuck!” The sudden
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.
“Get out before I call the cops,” she demanded.
“With what? Telepathy?” To his knowledge, Granny had one
telephone. A landline in the kitchen.
“I have a cell phone.” The uncertainty in the woman’s voice
said she didn’t.
“Nice try.” Swiping his eyes, Brice sensed a change in the
air pressure, heard a hitch in her breathing. His instinct warned that she had
inched to her right.
“I don’t need my eyes to track you.” He pointed to where he
knew she stood.
The woman stopped moving and quite possibly stopped
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.
Not that he had any doubts, but the fragile-looking young
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.
She wore an old Maico High baseball jersey. Wait. That was his old baseball jersey.
His bed, his clothes. What else had she claimed that
belonged to him?
And why?
She was human and likely unaware of the implications of
marking a male Wahya’s belongings with her scent.
As if he could smell her anyway.
Still, that this small slip of a woman had claimed his
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.
She sported the longest legs he’d ever seen on someone so
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
with her.
The full moon had passed, so his attraction was real. Not
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.
Southern born and bred, Kristal Hollis grew up amid cane
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.
After earning a degree in psychology, Kristal has enjoyed
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.
Currently, Kristal lives with her husband and two rescued
dogs at the edge of the enchanted forest that inspires her stories.
