What Readers are Saying

"This book is exciting, terrifying, aggravating and wonderful. Alexis and Macey have so many secrets from Bryce and he knows it but he is determined to find out what. Question is can he handle it when he does. I loved the ending." ~Goodreads Reviewer

"A spicy paranormal romance with a plot and characters to keep you engrossed until the end and wishing for more." ~Goodreads Reviewer

Excerpt

“Excuse me, ma’am, would you care to dance?” Bryce’s deep, rumbly voice came from right behind her, and she jumped.

Her heart fluttered, and she pressed a hand to her chest as she spun to face him, discreetly running a finger over the top of her dress to be sure nothing had popped out when she’d startled. A quick glance down assured everything was in place. “Do you always sneak up on women like that? Trying to shock me into saying yes?”

Shrugging one shoulder, he grinned and held out a hand. “Whatever works.”

His dark suit accentuated his broad shoulders, and he wore a gray shirt with a charcoal tie. Alexis pressed her lips together and glanced at his outstretched arm before looking into his eyes. That was her first mistake. The little brown flecks in his hazel irises seemed to sparkle with his smile, drawing her in and holding her. Mistake number two happened when she placed her hand in his and let him lead her to the dance floor.

She hadn’t thought about it. Her arm acted of its own free will, extending toward his until their palms touched and his fingers closed around hers. By the time she realized what she’d done, Bryce’s right hand rested on her hip, and his left hand held a firm grip on hers.

James caught her gaze as he sauntered toward the dance floor with two glasses of whiskey in his hands. He grinned and tossed back one of the shots before taking a sip of the other and winking. What had she gotten herself into?

“It was a nice wedding.”

Bryce’s voice drew her attention, and she glanced at his lips before looking into his eyes. Mistake number three. No lips should look that inviting. She swallowed the dryness from her mouth. “Yeah. It was.”

He chuckled. “I never thought I’d see the day Macey got married.”

“Why do you say that?”

“She never was one to share much about her emotions. I’m glad to see she finally let someone in.” He tugged her closer as he eased into a spin.

With her face this close to his neck, she couldn’t help but take a sniff. He had a masculine, woodsy scent with a hint of citrus that made her mouth water. Damn it, why did he have to smell so good? She cleared her throat. “Funny. She said the same thing about you.”

“She knows me better than anyone.” As the spin slowed, he loosened his grip, putting some much-needed space between them. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”

“You’ve seen me every time I’ve been in town.”

“You should be in town more often then.” He looked into her eyes, and a familiar sensation stirred in her soul.

A sense of longing tightened her chest—a feeling that seemed to grow stronger every time she was near this man. The same words coming from her sister would have irritated her, but for some reason, when Bryce suggested she should be around more often, something deep inside her wanted to agree.