BLURB
When the forbidden werewolf howls for
her, she runs... straight into his arms.
Violet
Fender Gregory humiliated me. His
rock solid body and dangerous tattoos might attract every stray female from the
Brothers of the Lawless Pack, but not me. He might claim to have rescued me
from my nasty step-father, but he ruined any chance I had at becoming the alpha
of my ancestral pack. All because of money.
So what does a girl do with a too
sexy forbidden werewolf who has a thing for female alpha-heirs? Why use him, of
course. Not just for his glorious body, but to help me leave the Lawless Pack
and reclaim my rightful role as alpha.
Fender Gregory owes me and I'm about
to collect.
Fender
Violet thinks she has me under her
claw. Admittedly, when I first saw her, I wanted - no needed - to have her. And
she used that to her advantage. Until now.
She has something I want and as heir
to the Fire Moon Pack, she's in the best position to get it. I just have to
make sure she doesn't get under my skin. If I fall for her, my life will be
over, and so will hers.
Violet Woodville can't find out who I
really am or she'll end me herself.
This paranormal romance series follows stray bad boy werewolves who just
might bite...
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Excerpt:
The engine of the bike revved as it pulled up right next to
me, making me jump. An arm with tattoos extended, motioning for me to stop
walking. The stench of oil and sandalwood whipped around my head when a sudden
gust of wind swirled my dark blonde hair into my eyes.
“Little lost pup,” the deep muffled voice said. “Where are
you heading?”
As my hair settled back around my shoulders, I swallowed down
my sarcastic response and carried on walking, ignoring the rumble of Fender’s
chuckle as it sounded behind me.
“Come on!” he called. “Don't you want to know why I outed
you?”
“Outed me?” I squeaked, turning abruptly. “You lied about me.
I've never slept with any of your disgusting brothers. I've got more decency
than that.”
He'd taken his helmet off and put it on the handlebars of his
Harley Davidson. I raked my gaze over his dirty leather jacket and the strong
sharp angle of his stubbled jaw. The sparkle of his blue eyes glistened, too
clean for such a rough man.
Tilting his head to the side, he smirked. “I've seen you
around, training with your pack and pretending to fit in.”
Raising my eyebrows, I stared at him. “Don't act like you
know me. Who the fuck are you, anyway? The leader of the Lawless Brothers?
You're so notorious, I don't even know who you are.”
My sarcasm wasn't lost on him... In fact, he smiled, clearly
amused by me. If he carried on staring at me, I'd give him something to be
amused about... with my fist.
“I'm a nobody, just one of the original brothers. That's why
I fit in with the Lawless. You could be one of us too.”
It was my turn to be amused. I snorted, too tired to play the
stupid game. “If you think the alpha-heir to the Fire Moon Pack would fit in
with.... those who don't belong anywhere, you don't know what you're talking
about. You know what?” Waving my hand in dismissal, I spun on my heel. “I don't
have the energy for you.”
“Shame,” he called, his voice heavy, “because I'd have the
energy for you. Over and over again.”
Author Info
Rachel Medhurst grew up in Surrey,
England. She writes to prove that no matter where you come from, you can be
anything you want to be. Your past may shape you, but it doesn't define you.
When Rachel isn't writing, she can be found reading and walking in nature.
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