Release Date: February 21, 2017
She’s ready to run, but so tempted to stay…
Detective Reece Gallagher is a long way from Salvation, North Carolina. He’s spent a decade in Chicago searching for her—the elusive red-haired woman who haunts his dreams. He knows nothing about her, only that she’s in trouble. After ten fruitless years, he’s ready to give up and go home.
Hannah Burdette is burdened with a secret that won’t allow her to get close to anyone. She’s a half-breed werewolf, targeted by a stalker who wants those of impure blood eliminated.
There’s something different about the arson/murder case Reece and his partner are working on. His heightened senses tell him there’s a werewolf involved. Even more shocking, it’s related to an assault case involving a beautiful redhead in trouble. A scared, wounded woman his wolf wants to protect as his own.
But first Reece must convince her she doesn’t have to be alone anymore. And he’s going to have to talk fast, because the killer has upped the ante—and now they’re both in danger.
Hannah focused on putting one foot in front of the other. It was better than trying to deal with the reality of her situation. She had a werewolf walking next to her. Not the one who’d attacked her but another one. And this one was a cop.
Her head was spinning and it wasn’t all due to her injury and loss of blood. His scent seemed to surround her, growing more potent the longer he was beside her. He was tall and handsome. A woman would have to be dead not to notice. But her attacker had been handsome too.
But where her attacker had repelled her from the first, Reece attracted her.
It had to be the loss of blood making her think this way. She didn’t find men all that interesting. Yes, she’d dated and had a few short, intense love affairs, but when they’d ended she had been more relieved than brokenhearted. It wasn’t like she could explain to a man exactly what she was.
The detective had to know she was different. If she recognized him as a wolf, he’d certainly be able to tell she was a half-breed. Would he try to kill her when his partner wasn’t looking?
For some reason, she didn’t think so.
There was something about the way he stood next to her, his gaze constantly shifting around the room, as if he was on the lookout for anything suspicious, that made her think he was in earnest when he’d told her he would protect her.
And maybe he could. No one else would be able to fight off a werewolf but another one of their kind.
She was glad to step outside the building and breathe the fresh air, or at least as fresh as it got in the city. It was still an improvement over the antiseptic environment of the hospital.
Hannah stopped and simply savored the fact that she was alive. This morning was the closest call she’d ever had.
“Let me help you.” Before she could respond, Reece tucked one arm around her shoulders and the other behind her knees and lifted her into his arms. She automatically clutched his shoulders for balance.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Carrying you.” He strode toward a blue truck parked near the emergency room entrance. Hannah looked over his shoulder and saw his partner frowning. She tried not to notice how good Reece smelled, how easily he held her in his arms, and how warm he was. The scrubs were a bit thin for an October day and she shivered. The loss of blood and the trauma were making it difficult for her to regulate her body temperature
About the Author:
Once upon a time N.J. had the idea that she would like to quit her job at the bookstore, sell everything she owned, leave her hometown, and write romance novels in a place where no one knew her. And she did. Two years later, she went back to the bookstore and her hometown and settled in for another seven years.
One day she gave notice at her job on a Friday morning. On Sunday afternoon, she received a tentative acceptance for her first erotic romance novel and life would never be the same. N.J. has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.
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