Rose
I was on my way to an appointment when my car broke down. I found myself stranded in the middle of nowhere.
It was late, dark, and I swore I heard something in the woods.
And then he came along, this towering beast of a man who claimed he wouldn’t let anything hurt me, that he’d protect me at all costs … because I was his.
Sexy. Deadly. All male.
But the one thing on my mind was who would protect me from him?
Logan
Rose thought she was lost but the truth was she was exactly where she was supposed to be.
With me.
She needed my help and I was happy to oblige. But I wasn’t being a good samaritan. She was my mate and I was going to claim her.
The only obstacle I saw was her willingness to see that she was made to be mine, that giving herself fully to me was exactly how fate had written our story.
But I had all the time in the world because when it came to Rose nothing else mattered.
I was on my way to an appointment when my car broke down. I found myself stranded in the middle of nowhere.
It was late, dark, and I swore I heard something in the woods.
And then he came along, this towering beast of a man who claimed he wouldn’t let anything hurt me, that he’d protect me at all costs … because I was his.
Sexy. Deadly. All male.
But the one thing on my mind was who would protect me from him?
Logan
Rose thought she was lost but the truth was she was exactly where she was supposed to be.
With me.
She needed my help and I was happy to oblige. But I wasn’t being a good samaritan. She was my mate and I was going to claim her.
The only obstacle I saw was her willingness to see that she was made to be mine, that giving herself fully to me was exactly how fate had written our story.
But I had all the time in the world because when it came to Rose nothing else mattered.
Logan
As soon as I scented her, I knew.
She was mine.
My mate.
I saw her, watched her from the shadows.
Rose.
I remembered her scent from those rare occasions when I ventured into town, the aroma ingrained in every part of my being. But until now, until she’d come of age, I hadn’t known what she was to me.
My mate.
Mine.
She was so beautiful. I heard her cursing, a fire in her that turned me on. It was obvious she was upset, and my wolf loved that, craved her emotions because I’d been lacking mine for so long.
Her red hair moved around her shoulders as the wind picked up. I let my gaze roam her curves, and just like that my cock grew hard, so stiff it fucking ached. I’d never felt this before, never had the desire.
Without a mate, I had no arousal.
Without my female, I had no need for another. I’d saved myself for her, waited until I’d found her. And if she’d never come … then I would have died without ever knowing a woman’s touch.
My mate.
She may not have been Little Red Riding hood, but I was the big, bad fucking wolf about to devour her.
I growled low, too low for her to hear.
She looked so beautiful, pacing back and forth, anger and annoyance rolling off of her in waves. A coyote howled nearby and I watched as she spun around, the scent of her fear strong. She lost her footing, trying to brace herself on the hood of her car, but failing.
She fell before I could get to her.
I tried to keep the wolf in check, but the bastard wanted out now. I never wanted to be the reason she was frightened. I wanted to always be the one to protect her.
As soon as I scented her, I knew.
She was mine.
My mate.
I saw her, watched her from the shadows.
Rose.
I remembered her scent from those rare occasions when I ventured into town, the aroma ingrained in every part of my being. But until now, until she’d come of age, I hadn’t known what she was to me.
My mate.
Mine.
She was so beautiful. I heard her cursing, a fire in her that turned me on. It was obvious she was upset, and my wolf loved that, craved her emotions because I’d been lacking mine for so long.
Her red hair moved around her shoulders as the wind picked up. I let my gaze roam her curves, and just like that my cock grew hard, so stiff it fucking ached. I’d never felt this before, never had the desire.
Without a mate, I had no arousal.
Without my female, I had no need for another. I’d saved myself for her, waited until I’d found her. And if she’d never come … then I would have died without ever knowing a woman’s touch.
My mate.
She may not have been Little Red Riding hood, but I was the big, bad fucking wolf about to devour her.
I growled low, too low for her to hear.
She looked so beautiful, pacing back and forth, anger and annoyance rolling off of her in waves. A coyote howled nearby and I watched as she spun around, the scent of her fear strong. She lost her footing, trying to brace herself on the hood of her car, but failing.
She fell before I could get to her.
I tried to keep the wolf in check, but the bastard wanted out now. I never wanted to be the reason she was frightened. I wanted to always be the one to protect her.
Mila Crawford
Mila Crawford is a book lover and has been around them one way or another her whole life. She is a fan of happily ever afters, sassy heroines, over the top alphas, and most of all safe reads.
Aria Cole
Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache.
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