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Blurb:
Tybee Island Shifters Book One
He’ll risk everything for the love of one human.
Agreeing to be her good friend’s bridesmaid, Emma Anderson jets off to Tybee Island for the wedding. Her dress is perfect and her shoes are adorable, but her friend’s elegant beachside home hides an ancient secret…one that threatens to expose a secret society of werewolves.
Drake Randolph has watched his sister’s friend grow into a ravishing woman, but he’s always kept his distance. As the heir to the Randolph fortune and the alpha of the Secret Society of Savannah Lycanthropes, Drake cannot afford to draw the innocent little brunette into the dangerous lycan world.
Passion between them soon blazes hotter than the Georgia summer. But when the wrong woman is kidnapped to prevent the wedding of a lycan to a mortal, Drake must risk everything to save Emma from the ones who will see the downfall of all he holds dear.
Excerpt:
“Flight
one eleven to Atlanta now boarding.”
Courtesy
of a first class ticket, Drake Randolph claimed his seat before the rest of the
passengers. He stuffed his carry-on in the overhead compartment and settled in to
wait for take-off. As the other passengers loaded the plane, he scrolled
through the texts on his android phone, casually noting various messages from
his business associates.
A
new message popped up from his sister. He scanned the few lines and groaned. How
like his flighty younger sister to change plans at the last minute. She and her
fiancé, Chase, had decided to drive to Georgia. Apparently Drake had to play
babysitter to Alyssa’s friend, Emma.
Emma
Anderson equaled trouble. Not in a wild child sort of way. She was trouble for
him like sugar was for a diabetic. Although he might crave her, it was unwise. Sweet and innocent didn’t belong in his world.
Apparently
she was also late. As the minutes marched on, and business and economy class almost
completely boarded, he grew worried. Emma was the maid of honor. Surely she
wasn’t going to be a no show? Not that he cared about wedding protocol, but his
sister would be heartbroken.
“Sir,
would you like a drink?”
A
stewardess hovered near his elbow. He tore his gaze away from the time
displayed on his phone and shook his head. She moved on to take the other first
class passengers’ orders while he debated texting Alyssa.
It
had to be getting close to time for the final boarding call.
Cursing
beneath his breath, Drake powered down his phone. She wasn’t his responsibility.
If Emma couldn’t make a flight in time, the fault lay with her. There were ten days
until the actual ceremony, and he had business to take care of the next morning.
If she didn’t show by the weekend, he could return to New Orleans later and
drag her by the ear then. Or some other lovely appendage.
Maybe
she’d decided to ride with Alyssa and Chase instead. Bitter disappointment welled
inside him. Although he’d vowed never to touch her, he enjoyed looking at her.
He’d watched her from afar for years, first as an overprotective brother, and then
as a man. All of Alyssa’s other friends had come up short, not worthy of her.
But not Emma. Never her. She was like a beaming ray of sunshine after the rain.
A
commotion arose near the entrance to first class. Drake glanced over his
shoulder in time to witness the object of his misplaced desire haul an
oversized bag onto the plane.
“Miss,
you’re going to have to check that,” a harried stewardess exclaimed. Groans and
sighs of other passengers met her announcement.
Drake
stood and motioned to get the attention of the stewardess. He flashed his best
conciliatory smile. “There’s room in my overhead compartment.”
The
stewardess melted beneath his words. “Yes. Yes, of course, Mr. Randolph.”
He
didn’t question how she knew his name. He’d been a frequent flier on the
airline more times than he cared to admit. A recent primetime special on his
business had gained him legions of fans, mostly female, and made him more recognizable
than he’d wanted to be.
Emma
hurried forward. The wispy bangs of her pixie cut were delightfully disheveled
by the time she reached their aisle.
“Thank
you,” she mouthed.
He
took her oversized bag and stuffed it into the compartment. “You’re late.” He
didn’t mean to be brusque, yet the words came out terse and rude.
Pink
darkened the porcelain perfection of her rounded cheeks. “I know. I’m sorry.”
He
hadn’t meant to upset her. “It’s fine. Do you prefer the window or the aisle?”
“Aisle,
please.” She took the seat next to him after he reclaimed his spot.
Her
perfume reminded him of honeysuckles on the vine and the lazy, sultry summers
of his youth. He sniffed, the scent sending a shot of lust straight to his
loins.
How
could one human affect him so? He’d prided himself on always remaining in
control. He hadn’t gotten where he was in life by letting his heart rule his
decisions. Yet around Emma, he forgot all his best laid plans.
Pale
pink lips, glistening with slick gloss, and wide blue eyes haunted his dreams. An
angel, beautiful and innocent. To complete the image of wholesomeness, a white
lace dress covered her tiny frame, a wide purple sash tied in a bow about her
slim waist.
Damn.
He
shifted to put more room between them. Thank goodness they weren’t squeezed together
in the close quarters of economy class.
She
leaned over to him. “I’m sorry.”
“For
what?” He snapped open a newspaper and pretended to be engrossed in the
headlines.
Out
of the corner of his eye, he watched as she took a deep breath. “Never mind.
It’s not important.”
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