Bridget Donohue is beyond furious with the
meddling alpha of the local wolf pack. He not only crashed her wedding, but
scared the groom away. And for what? It isn’t like he’s ready to man up and
claim her.
Disgruntled by his attraction, Micah Smythe feels the pull but isn’t willing to bite. Bridget is irrational, mouthy, and temperamental. So why does his body respond every time she’s near? He’s declared her off limits, but the more time he spends with her, the harder it is to keep his hands to himself.
Passion ignites between them, but Bridget refuses to give in to the wolf’s game of seduction. She’s determined to resist the alpha at all costs.
BUY LINKSDisgruntled by his attraction, Micah Smythe feels the pull but isn’t willing to bite. Bridget is irrational, mouthy, and temperamental. So why does his body respond every time she’s near? He’s declared her off limits, but the more time he spends with her, the harder it is to keep his hands to himself.
Passion ignites between them, but Bridget refuses to give in to the wolf’s game of seduction. She’s determined to resist the alpha at all costs.
Excerpt
“How
could you…!” Bridget screamed into the wind as the storm raged around her,
knowing damn well with his sensitive wolf hearing, she could have whispered.
“You sent my fiancé running scared! We were about to say our vows, you
asshole!”
Bridget
stood outside the church, her white dress feeling like it weighed fifty pounds
as the rain pelted down, soaking her. A gust of wind wrenched off her veil and
sent it into the nearby gutter, dirty water destroying it on contact.
“You
aren’t marrying him,” Micah said, a growl to his voice.
“Why?”
she asked, the anger draining away as her shoulders sagged. “Why would you ruin
my life this way? I was happy, damn it!”
“You
don’t belong with him.”
“I
don’t belong with you,” she yelled. “Go back to your pack. You aren’t welcome
in my life!”
Bridget
struck hard, making contact with his cheek. Holding her hand to her chest, she
turned on her heels and stormed back into the church, the heavy doors slamming
shut behind her. Five of the groomsmen formed a line, blocking Micah from
following her. His hands clenched at his sides as he bared his teeth at them.
“Move!”
he demanded.
The
eldest of the groomsmen, a bear-shifter of some sort, shook his head. “You
heard her. I think it’s time for you to leave.”
Micah’s
ears pricked as he listened for sounds inside the church. Over the crowd of
wedding attendees, he heard Bridget crying. He hadn’t meant to upset her, but
there was no way he could allow her to marry some random guy. She hadn’t even
been with the loser more than a month. Who the hell married someone they’d only
been dating a month? He would have stopped her sooner, but he’d only heard
about the wedding that morning.
“This
isn’t over,” he told them. “You know I was right to stop the wedding. She
doesn’t belong with that puny paper-pusher. She just thinks she wants a man she
can control.”
See what I mean about not wanting to wait to read it. How hot does that sound?
thank you for having me on your blog
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