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Blurb
Amaranta
Costa uses her Kanima as an avoidance
tactic, until the one person she cherishes most is taken from her. When Gavin
Ford enters the fray uninvited, she’s forced to accept the help of his pack to
find her mate.
Trusting
others isn’t her forte. Though her inner jaguar accepts him hands down, the
woman in her fights his dominating, take-control nature. Unlike Marisol’s soft personality,
Gavin’s wolf challenges her at every turn. She can find no escape. His abrasiveness
both sets her on edge and pleases her. She finds being in Marisol’s arms isn’t
enough; the all-consuming need to be his burns to her core. There’s no denying
the chemical attraction arcing among the three of them.
Will she
reach out, and accept the love and support waiting for her?
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Excerpt
The raucous wails intensified
and the crunch of tires entering her private drive grew louder. Amara pressed
on, breaking through the foliage into her large back yard to see uniformed
officers walking the perimeter of her house.
“Excuse me?” Amara padded
across her back yard, aware of her nudity and one enforcement officer leering
at her. The other looked uncomfortable. Humans.
Why do they find nudity unacceptable, since everyone born into the world came
without clothes? How she hated the restricting fibers and longed to live in
nothing but her skin. Maybe a blanket for times when the cold bit into her,
chilling her to the bone.
“Ma’am, your alarm system
activated. We called and no one answered. Are you harmed?”
“No, not at all.” She crossed
her arms under her breasts. Their eyes roved over her and the one speaking
seemed to lose his voice. They appeared confused as to why she paraded around
like she did.
“Sir, the house is clear.”
“I’m sure it was just a false
alarm.” Amara whipped her head to the left, addressing the female officer
entering through her veranda doors.
“Are you certain? We found your
front door wide open when we pulled up the drive. The perpetrator may still be
in the area. Ma’am, would you mind putting on some clothes?”
Of course there wasn’t an
intruder in the house; she’d feel the presence. She weighed the probability of
Mari forgetting to lock up behind herself. No other lingering scents clung in
the air. No dark aura. Seething in anger at her girlfriend’s lack of awareness,
she stalked to her door, leaving the officers to follow her indoors. “I do mind
dressing on my own property. I like being naked—”
“Still, ma’am…talking to you’d
be a lot easier if you wore clothing.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Amara glared
at the unwanted guests.
“She’ll put on some clothes if
I have to drag her to her room myself and dress her.” Gavin’s authoritative
voice entered into the standoff.
“I will not. This is my place.
If they don’t like my appearance they can leave.” Amara whipped around and
stared down Gavin’s steel wall of unwanted authority. “What are you doing
here?” She’d never seen the man anywhere but at The Delightful Kitty. In his
cargo pants and T-shirt, he looked damn good standing in her house.
“Heard the call on my scanner.
Wanted to check on you and Mari. Go put on some clothes, babe. I’ll keep the
five-oh company.”
Amara opened her mouth to speak
and switched outlets.
How
do you know where I live?
Drake told me. Now go put on some clothes. Though I
don’t mind staring at you, not one bit.
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