Book 2 of the True Mates Series
|By Teresa D'Amario
Freya's Bower Publishing
ISBN: Coming April 20!
EBook: AllRomanceEbooks or Freyasbower.com
Nora Hunt is the daughter of former pack leader Sean Hunt and niece to Kieran Hunt. Emotionally and physically scarred after being held captive for weeks, she's finally ready to move on with her life. But when she meets Ryland, she discovers not only a world of darkness and pain, but discovers Ryland may not be any better than those who held her captive all those weeks.
When Ryland Keegan steps in as Alpha of his dead brother's pack, he inherits a pack of savage rogue wolven, as well as a legacy of violence, lies and five women held captive within the pack's confines.
But when Ryland's pack members start dying one at a time, he must decide if Nora is the catalyst or the killer. Can he trust his True Mate? Or will he be relegated to a life of leading the dregs of Wolven society?
“What do you want?” Nora was tall compared to most shewolves, at almost six feet, one inch, yet still he towered over her. He moved slowly, giving her every opportunity to run, his eyes watching her every move. Running almost seemed like a good idea. But then again, he might give chase, and she wouldn’t stand a chance. She tilted her head back to stare into his eyes. She lost her balance and was forced to step back.
“I want to know,” he leaned in, whispering, “why you were in the bar.”
“My car broke down.” His scent moved from her lungs to her blood. The mix of masculine power and leather worked like an aphrodisiac, striking with a force that nearly brought her to her knees. His heat burned against her flesh, though they were still inches apart. Nora longed to lean forward, hungry for more.
"Why did you run?" He cocked his head, curiosity shining in those glittering eyes.
She wasn't about to tell him it was because she'd caught his scent and had found it shockingly attractive, something that had never happened to her before. "I didn't want to infringe on another wolven's territory." Well, it was true. To a point.
His nostrils flared, he inched closer, his breath whispered against her ear. He rumbled low in his chest.
“I don't believe you,” he murmured. His breath played across her skin and goose bumps rose. “I think you’re like all the rest.”
She narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?”
“You’re like all the other shewolves who come through town, looking for an alpha to fuck, in hopes he’ll offer to mate.”
His words splashed over her like cold water. He was wrong. And she would tell him so.
Just as soon as her breath returned.
His sharp fangs grazed the side of her neck, and she fought the urge to tilt her head in offering.
She shook her head. “I’m not like the others.” Small, powerless words.
His soft, taunting laugher rolled through her, her muscles turning to water.
“You want me, you know you do. You can’t hide it.” He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. “So what’s it to be, little rabbit? Do I fuck you and send you on your way?”
He was teasing her, pushing her, and, while she knew what he was doing, she couldn’t stop the cold flush of anger. “I’m different from the others. I don’t want you.”
“Really?” He cocked his head and met her gaze.
Her hands drew up to his massive chest. Hard, powerful muscle lay beneath his black shirt. It was almost distracting enough to make her forget her goal. Higher and higher her palms slid.
His eyes narrowed, watching. Waiting.
“Yes, really.” She gasped the words, took in a deep breath, and continued, her voice stronger. “Unlike those mangy bitches, I have a brain, and my brain says no.” With her hands on his shoulders, she slammed her knee upward. He twisted to the side, and she just missed his groin. Nora drew her arm back and let loose, the sharp crack of her palm against his cheek so gratifying.
His eyes widened, and he stepped back, the dull red imprint of her hand evident on his face.
This fast-paced story held my interest, and I practically read it in one sitting. Fascinating characters, lots of action, great plot! ~ Romance Readers At Heart