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Rich alpha wolf
shifter Castle Briggs can have any woman he wants with just the crook of his
finger. Until he meets a human named Harlow Hardison. She makes it clear she’s
had it with rich, overconfident jerks trying to own her. All she wants is a
no-strings-attached good time with a man who isn’t afraid of her darker urges.
Castle’s happy to dominate her in his special playroom, but he wants more than
a kinky fling. He’s going to have to do a lot more than crook his finger to get
past Harlow’s fears and make her his forever.
He won’t do anything she hasn’t already dreamed!
Excerpt:
The base of her
spine thrummed to life, butterflies took flight in her stomach, and her
breathing kicked up a notch the instant the one called Castle found her. With
his hand placed low on her back again, he drew tiny circles with his fingertips
as he whispered in her ear, “I’d find you in the eye of a hurricane, darlin’.”
“You should take
your friend’s advice and seek one of the interested twenty.” Why in hell had
she remembered those words? Lord, he was gorgeous and something snapped inside
when he traced up her spine to the back of her neck. It was a feeling Harlow
didn’t dare turn over in her mind and look at. Not yet.
“You’re interested.”
He tilted her chin up and peered in her eyes while his free hand began an
unhurried descent back to the tingling spot above her butt. “I smell it.”
“Mr. Briggs—”
“The formalities are
over, honey.” He released Harlow but not before kissing her hard, long—and it
shattered her goddamn world. “I’ll give you some time.”
The arrogant bastard
walked away and left Harlow sitting there, mouth open and heart banging against
her ribcage. “Time for what?” The words were lost among music and laughter in
the club, which teemed with more beautiful people than she’d ever seen gathered
in one place. She thought about leaving but decided not to let the night be a
waste, nor to allow him to think he’d run her off. She would at least eat
something before heading home. Signaling a server, Harlow placed an order and
settled in to enjoy the atmosphere. Her salad arrived and she ate as much as
she could.
She was ready for
her second and last shot of gin when the bartender magically placed one in
front of her. “Compliments, ma’am.”
She glanced past the
server and spied Castle talking to a young woman who draped herself over his
body. When she wrapped arms around his neck, he untangled them and eased her
away. The downturn her lips took irritated Harlow. Why did women do that to
themselves? Her mother had taught her to let the man take the lead, allow him
to feel as though he’d laid claim, and then if you want him, grab hold with
both hands and show the world he’s yours. Sliding the drink away, she told the
bartender, “Tell the sender I’m not interested then bring my bill, please.” Her
mother didn’t enlighten her on how to tell a man about her uncommon desires,
desires most considered abnormal. Harlow’s marriage was proof the theory on
letting a man take the lead did not work. Harlow yearned for a man who could…
“It’s paid.”
Harsh words tumbled
through her lips at his untimely interruption. “I said get my bill.” A flush of
heat suffused her cheeks when Harlow realized she continued to stare at the man
across the bar.
“There’s no charge,
ma’am.” He glanced over his shoulder and she assumed he looked at Castle
Briggs.
Getting up, she skirted
stools until she stood patiently waiting as another woman settled in Brigg’s
lap. “How much do I owe you?”
“Excuse me?”
“Evidently you’re
the owner since you parked in the reserved for owner spot.”
“So?”
“You’re all alike. You
have money and you think you can do whatever you want.” Lord, why couldn’t she
leave it alone. “What did my dinner cost?”
“Since I didn’t buy
it, I couldn’t say.” Anger flashed in his eyes before he scoured the room. He
motioned for the bartender who leaned over and whispered in Castle’s ear. He
returned his attention to Harlow. “It’s on the house, and my apologies, it
won’t happen again.”
Now she felt stupid
as she wondered where the drink and money for her meal came from. All she could
do was mumble, “Sorry,” before she turned to leave.
“Wait.”
“For what?” Lord,
why the heck did she snap? Sweat gathered on Harlow’s back, eliciting a shiver
beneath the overhead fan as she stared at Castle.
“Hatch?”
His friend sat with
a blonde at a table across the aisle from the barstool Castle occupied. “Yeah,
boss?”
“Make sure Ms.
Hardison gets home safely.”
“I can take care of
myself.”
A sardonic smile
lifted one corner of his mouth. “I’ll take better care of you.”
“You can’t touch
me.” A whole host of female patrons, including the one wiggling between his
thighs looked as if they would scratch her eyes out and Harlow glared back
giving as good as she got. “You have enough company.” She didn’t contemplate
why that bothered her.
“Pull the claws in,
I only want yours tonight.”
Why she felt pity
for the women surrounding him Harlow couldn’t say, but damn if she was walking
out without letting him know just what a lowlife cad she considered him. Why
did she even care who came on to the bastard? She wouldn’t become one of them.
It dawned on her it was exactly what she wanted, and it angered her, goaded her
into acting unreasonable. Harlow flashed her brightest smile and enjoyed the
fact his eyes reflected the idea he thought he had won. “It must be horrible to
search for such a tiny prick every time you have to pee.”
“What the fuck did
you say?”
“Surely a man with
balls and a cock wouldn’t have to surround himself with so many adoring fans.”
A hush fell over the
room.
Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele
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