She’s a cursed witch. He’s a wolf shifter and her sworn enemy. Every rose has its fangs…
Lightning Credence knows she’s destined to succumb to her family’s curse. As her escort service begins to crumble, only one person can come to her rescue. Wolf Shifter Ryker Alfero is everything Lightning craves and everything she shouldn’t want. She needs his body, but she hates his guts. Ryker doesn’t just want Lightning, he wants to own her. He’ll stop at nothing to prove the witch belongs to him in every sense of the word.
~ EXCERPT ~
My head snapped around, and my body quivered with unease as I scooted back into my chair. My unease heightened when my body instantly went on high alert, like a cornered animal. I watched with narrowed eyes as the door slammed open. Storm and Knox burst in, followed by four men. My unease increased tenfold when my eyes were drawn to the only man on earth who could simultaneously make my sex clench with lust and my stomach roll with hatred—Ryker Alfero.
Why in the hell is he here?
His sea-green eyes darted to the empty bottle of tequila sitting in front of me. He snorted with distaste. “Oh, there she is, my beautiful drunk.” He held up two fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up?” he asked mockingly.
I gave him the middle finger. “One! Now fuck off!”
Today, I refused to let him ruffle my feathers like he had at his gala the other night. This was business Light, hyper-composed Light, fashionable, elegant, in-charge Light. I’d deliberately chosen to dress the part by wearing my best designer handiwork, a dainty gray petal-collar blouse, five-inch studded black heels, and black pants.
“Baby, your dirty little mouth is making me hot,” he growled.
He sauntered toward me with fire in his eyes. I refused to get up. His gaze locked on me as he trapped me against the chair with his beefy arms.
His lips grazed the shell of my ear when he grumbled, “I would love to see what else your dirty little mouth could do.”
With those few words, I shivered as a surge of energy zipped into my body, unlocking something I didn’t understand. My brain started functioning with a clarity I hadn’t experienced in years—no warring emotions, just calmness.
Good God! This shouldn’t be happening, especially not with him.
My heart and pulse raced as panic set in. The power snapped like a rubber band, and the dreaded dark emotions came flooding back with a vengeance. Sweat broke out on my forehead while perspiration trickled between my breasts.
“God, this is going to be a rough fucking ride.” My voice was hoarse and ragged.
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