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Two races, both
honored, one known and one believed extinct come together,
engaging in a battle for love.
Cormac “Kori” MacLochlainne has known for years who his mate
is but until now it hadn’t been the right time to claim her.
She’s everything he could want, perfect to him. Only she
doesn’t see herself that way so it’s up to him to convince
her, even if that includes allowing her to go on this crazy
rescue.
Lera Sidorov is empty. Despite her loving and protective
family she is, not whole. Lacking. Incomplete. On her search
for her friend, she not only discovers how she and Kori are
intertwined but something else…part of something presumed
lost to this world long ago, something which will complete
her and allow her to be the woman she was created to be. |
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“Don’t touch her.”
A simple statement. Yet it was one laced with death and the
promise of it being carried out.
Oh shit! Please no. Anyone but him.
She watched the men back up, fear evident on their faces.
The sounds in the bar seemed to fade. Taking a deep breath,
Lera inhaled the scent of the wild outdoors. And just like
that she knew her prayer had gone unanswered. Only one man
she knew smelled like that. With a resigned sigh, she turned
her head to the right and watched as the dark shadows
materialized into a man. At least, to her that’s how it
always seemed. Not there one second and the next appearing
from where before only air had existed.
Inside, she trembled. Outside, she was unflappable. Her left
hand fisted briefly before she forced it to relax. Lera
watched the tall, powerful man approach. Clad completely in
black there was no emotion on his face. Staring at her from
behind sinfully thick curled lashes were intense gray eyes.
Not silver. Gray. Hard, unforgiving dark gray. For a brief
second, she believed she saw flickers of anger in them, but
if there had been, they vanished in less than a second.
Only one man had the power to make her feel things on a
sexual level. And this was him. Shoving her wishy-washy
feelings back under lock and key, she met his gaze with an
expressionless face.
Lera dipped her head slightly in greeting and said, “Kori.”
Cormac “Kori” MacLochlainne. A man she’d known for over half
of her life. A wolf shifter. He knew her father, Dane
Sidorov. Well, adopted father technically but to her, Dane
was her only one. Dane had saved her when she was ten and
raised her as his own. Lera didn’t like most people touching
her outside of her immediate family but this man, Kori, made
her reconsider that decision.
“Lera.” He continued to move closer and stopped just shy of
touching her. His eyes moved over her from the boots on her
feet up to the top of her head before returning to meet her
gaze. Almost in a possessive way. “We’re leaving.”
Well, good to see you, too; thanks for coming in to order me
around. I don’t think so, buddy. “Bye.”
He barely blinked. “Now.”
“Last time I checked, you weren’t my father.” She had no
intention of giving up her quest.
“I’m not.” He gave her a bland stare. “I won’t allow you to
remain here.”
Her ire rose with that comment. “Won’t allow? I’m not—”
“Valera, now.”
There was something in his tone that told her it wasn’t in
her best interest to disobey him. |
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