Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
Serena Paris, the first Human-Were hybrid, was meant to unite divided species—but instead, she’s become their greatest target. Hunted by ruthless Vampyres and rival packs, she turns to the formidable Alpha Koen Alexander for protection. Yet as danger closes in and secrets from her past resurface, even Koen’s power may not be enough to save her.
No. His favorite word, coupled with his favorite tone. I cocked my head at him, fascinated. Do you trust anyone at all? With your precious life, killer? How could I? This is Koen in a nutshell. Mocking and unreadable and maybe even a little cruel. He does, however, get shit done. “We’re on in five,”…
Big Bad Murderous Wolf in Charge of Thousands Cannot Handle Girl Crying. What a headline. “What are you waiting for? Do you need a bedtime story?” I chew back a smile. Settle against the headrest. “Why? Do you have any?” “Me?” “No- Weres. Us, I guess.” “Sure, but they’re bleak. Humans and Vampyres coming for…
“I don’t.” “No?” “I’m Were. I produce my own warmth.” Makes sense. “What I meant is, you’re clearly a catch. But I know very little about you. I have no clue about your age, your last name, your favorite color . . .” I study him. “It’s probably black. It’s black, isn’t it?” “I’m actually…
“Just.” My belly feels warm. “You seem . . . Misery and Ana love you, which means that you’re a nice guy. We could maybe, um, try to hang out sometime? Coffee, maybe. Or . . . I’m not sure what you guys do when you go out, but . . . The thing is,…
“Explain what?” “The many things that are wrong with you.” I frown. “Like what?” “Your self-imposed isolation. How much weaker you’ve gotten since I last saw you. The fact that you smell exhausted. Your affinity for lies. Your refusal to shift even when your life depends on it- “ “You know,” I challenge him mildly,…
“And vice versa.” I tilt my head. “It doesn’t bother you that she’s a Vampyre?” “They obviously care for each other.” He sounds as though nothing else would ever factor into his approval, which I find very endearing. “So.” I run my tongue against the back of my teeth. “Love at first sight, huh?” Koen…
PROLOGUE THE CHILD HAD BEEN TRAINED WELL- NOT BY HER FAMILY, BUT by life. When the door broke down and she ran for her mother, it wasn’t to seek comfort, but to provide it. Come with me, she wanted to beg, but since the words wouldn’t come out, she tugged at her sleeve. Come with…
His eyes travel down my body, as if to assess what I might be useful for- organ trafficking, bone broth, yard maintenance. Unlike me, he is fast. Preternaturally so. With dizzying speed, his knife slices through the front of my silk top, deepening the neckline. This fucker. But as he leers, his scent spikes. Which…
“Do they, now?” He advances, still relaxed. He’s taking a night stroll. Wandering around a museum. Unburdened of all worries. “Yes. And you know what else they say?” “Bet you’re going to tell me.” “That she rejected you.” “Ouch.” Koen doesn’t look to be in any pain. “And your unimpeachable reasoning is that I’ll happily…
A single eyebrow lifts. “I said you were my mate. Not that I loved you.” I gasp out a single, outraged laugh, but at least I’m not crying. It’s nice to keep what little dignity I have left as Koen gives me a cool, appraising look and crouches next to me. “We have to go,”…