Some bonds are written in blood. Others in destiny. My wolf has found its mate. The one woman I can’t have. Sylvie doesn’t know that I'm going to make her mine. She’s back in town for her grandmother’s funeral, and it’s my job to watch her closely. To find out what she’s up to. The pack elders say she’s returned to finish the job her grandmother failed. Killing us all. I don’t sense that about her, but it’s hard to argue. Since the old witch’s death, whatever power she kept buried is unraveling. Fast. Dark times are coming, and I have to stop them. Somehow. But to do that, I’m going to need Sylvie. She’s a stranger, yet every part of me responds to her like she’s already mine. She’s not fully human. Nor one of us. But she belongs to me. I feel it in my bones. She could be the key to surviving the storm that’s coming. Or the spark that burns us all to ash. If she’s lying about her plans, I’ll have no choice but to end her. But if she’s not... Then I’ll claim her.
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Riley is one of those early-morning people you love to hate, because she swears she doesn't need caffeine, even though the coffee-maker is connected to her smartphone. She lives in a three-story townhouse by the good graces of a tabby-cat who rules the house, the couch, the table, well, basically everywhere. When she's not groveling for forgiveness for neglecting to pet her kitty enough, Riley is strapped in to her writing chair coming up with crazy worlds where she can make her own decisions of when feeding time is and how much coffee can be drank without her friends—of which she has three—holding yet another intervention that they threaten to post on the internet. Sign up for her newsletter here: https://my.sendinblue.com/users/subsc... Or email her: riley@highhousepress.com
