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If you’re looking for a quickie thats a bit sweet, a whole lot alpha, and ridiculously dirty, this is the book for you.
He found her.
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My car is done… as in done. Trying the engine again, I get nothing, not even a click, click, click.
“Crap,” I groan, fighting the urge to scream at the top of my lungs. Now not only am I lost in the middle of nowhere but also my car has broke down and, I haven’t seen a house or car for miles. I probably shouldn’t have driven pissed with no destination in mind without a cell phone. Then again, I am me, and being me, I’m always doing stupid stuff.
Looking through the windshield I wonder what the chances are of seeing a bear, a wolf, or even a cougar. The chances are probably huge. Montana is known for those animals and I’m in the woods in the middle of the freaking night.
Deciding to wait in the car, I silently pray for someone to drive by, but after sitting in the dark for what seems like forever, with nothing but my overactive imagination to keep me company, I start to wonder what the chances are of a car driving by with a serial killer behind the wheel.
“You are seriously so stupid,” I tell myself, as fear starts to make me feel jittery. Not only am I outside my normal stomping ground I don’t have a cell phone and no one knows where I am. Hell I have no idea where I am exactly. Realizing I have two choices: die from being eaten by some kind of animal, or die from being murdered I obviously choose option number one.
Swinging my door open I set one Louis Vuitton shoe on the pavement then the other, and teeter on the uneven ground below my feet. I don’t normally wear heels, so I suck at walking in them, but my evil, bitch-face stepmother insisted I get dressed up for her event tonight. So, being the pushover I am, I did.
Lucky for me, I had taken jeans and a tee with me to the event, so I was able to change out of my dress. Unluckily for me I forgot my sneakers, giving me no choice but to walk down a dark uneven road in killer heels.
After walking for a while I look over my shoulder and notice I can barely see my car anymore, so at least I’m making progress even if it is slow. Continuing my trek, I stop in my tracks when a noise off the side of the road in the forest gets my attention. Listening, I hear the sound again, this time closer than before.
“Hello?” I call, closing my eyes trying to focus my hearing wishing I would have stayed in my car.
Hearing a soft growl my eyes spring open and I panic. Taking off in a sprint I curse myself as my heel gets caught in the pavement and I go down, twisting my ankle, leaving me helpless and writhing in pain on the ground.
Seeing a huge wolf come toward me, I scream as loud as I can while sweeping my hand out on the ground around me in a panic, looking for a weapon. Finding a stick, I bat it in the direction of the wolf as I sit up. Scooting away from the giant beast with the stick pointed toward him, I pant as the furry beast takes two steps in my direction, growling again and displaying his vicious teeth.
I swing the stick at him, and he backs up then disappears into the woods, probably running off to get his human-eating wolf friends. And at that thought, I pass out.
I’m being carried, I think, as I wake slowly. The pain in my ankle is throbbing, and I wonder if I broke it. Feeling my face pressed to warm cotton-covered skin, I try to lift my head, but a hand moves, pressing my head back where it was.
“Easy,” I hear rumbled, while feeling the vibration against my cheek. I soak in my savior’s smell while I fight my body to awaken. His smell is clean but masculine, and I really want to press my nose to his neck to inhale even more of it.
“Rage, stay,” my rescuer orders, and I lift my head an inch to see who he’s speaking to, discovering it’s the wolf that tried to kill me.
“Oh, God, please be careful,” I whisper, as my body grows tight in panic. That’s when my whole world tips upside down. The man holding me dips his face toward mine and his eyebrows draw together. He’s gorgeous—or what I can see of his face not covered by his beard is gorgeous. Dark hair that’s a little long, and bright blue eyes that shine like crystals surrounded by dark lashes. Full lips, and a perfect nose.
“Careful of what?” he asks in his deep, rumbly voice.
“The wolf,” I tell him breathlessly, and he smiles a blinding white smile.