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He's trying to make things right.
Three years ago Wolf fled New Orleans, leaving heartache and violence in his wake. Now he's got one chance to win back the woman he left behind, Clea Allary. There's just one thing standing in his way—the deadly President of the Voodoo Kin MC, a man who will stop at nothing to finish Wolf and claim Clea for himself. Whether she likes it or not.
She's trying to survive
Clea's been staying one step ahead of the Voodoo Kin ever since Wolf broke her heart and disappeared. But it's getting harder to cope and there's no way out that she can see. When Wolf crashes back into her life, he offers her a dangerously tempting escape route. But how can she ever trust him again?
He's trying to make things right.
Three years ago Wolf fled New Orleans, leaving heartache and violence in his wake. Now he's got one chance to win back the woman he left behind, Clea Allary. There's just one thing standing in his way—the deadly President of the Voodoo Kin MC, a man who will stop at nothing to finish Wolf and claim Clea for himself. Whether she likes it or not.
She's trying to survive
Clea's been staying one step ahead of the Voodoo Kin ever since Wolf broke her heart and disappeared. But it's getting harder to cope and there's no way out that she can see. When Wolf crashes back into her life, he offers her a dangerously tempting escape route. But how can she ever trust him again?
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Amber
is the secret identity of a writer who normally pens urban fantasy,
but feels like stretching her wings. Amber loves darker romance,
anti-heroes, good red wine, and expensive chocolate (sometimes all at
once). She's based in the UK and lives in an adorable cottage with
her dream man and an adorable cat.
Excerpt
He
didn't wait for her to change her mind. Lust and longing surged
through him and he stood, pulling her up into his arms. She fell
against him with a cry that ignited Wolf's fiercest feelings. He
didn't just want to kiss her. He wanted her.
Wanted to claim her, wanted to make it plain to everyone and anyone
that Clea Allary was his, still, now, and always.
He
took her mouth roughly, running his hands down her back to cup her
ass and pull her in hard against him. She clutched at his t-shirt,
grabbing handfuls of it as if it was the only thing holding her up,
and she whimpered his name against his lips. It drove him wild. That
little sound was like a jolt of adrenaline, and it traveled directly
to his cock, hardening him almost to the point of pain.
Their
kiss was hard, desperate, almost a battle of wills, as if Clea was
eager to stamp her ownership on him too. She shoved her hands under
his t-shirt, raked her nails down his back. Wolf hivered in pleasure
and squeezed her ass in answer. She writhed against him, nibbling at
his lips. The feel of her hands on his bare skin was too much for
Wolf. He tried to push his hands down the back of her jeans, but they
were skin-tight and he broke away from the kiss with a curse. Clea
laughed at him.
"Giving
up already?" Her eyes sparkled with amusement and desire.
Wolf
brushed her hair back from her face, drinking in that look. His heart
swelled and his entire body ached with need for her. He'd never
thought he'd get that look from her again. "Never again. Not
when it comes to you." He reinforced his words with another
kiss, then gave her a gentle push, forcing her to sit back down on
the bed.
Once
again he knelt before her, hands gliding up and down her thighs as he
studied her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips invitingly
swollen from his kisses. Her breasts heaved under the t-shirt he'd
given as she caught her breath. He didn't plan to let her recover so
soon, but he wanted to be sure before he did anything else that she
knew there was no turning back now.
"Tell
me you want this," he said. "I can't walk out of here, do
what I have to do, without taking a piece of you with me."
She
licked her lips, a nervous gesture, and he wondered if she'd still do
it if she knew it made him want to jump on her. For a second he
thought she'd turn him away – and he would have gone, but damn, it
would have been agony to do it. Then she smiled coyly and asked,
"Which piece?"
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