Can’t Touch This
Available at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B076KDC9NV/
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.
A
paranormal wolf shifter romance
EXCERPT:
How dare
he act as if she already was his for the
night? Harlow shifted on the stool as warmth continued to stir where the
biker had touched her. Another minute staring into those weird eyes, she’d have
done anything he asked and no way would that shit happen. Her first evening out,
Harlow intended to enjoy the whole show, not just one act. Also, she didn’t
like how they discussed women as though they were something to be passed
between them.
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.
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