Featured Shifter Romances
Casey has a job to do, and it doesn’t involve going to battle for a pixie of a woman with ever-changing hair and a violent ex.
He doesn’t have time to meet new women. His clan leader has sent him and a couple of other misfits to retrieve his heir from the little mountain hamlet where the man has been hiding out for weeks. Casey knows he shouldn’t be wasting time rescuing damsels in distress in the produce section of the grocery store. But he can’t help it. And the more he tells himself it can’t be permanent, the more he wants the ethereal creature he met between the pomegranates and the bananas.
Evangeline’s grandfather raised her and taught her how to make a living as an artist—by inking her designs on people’s skin. He would be so proud of her for opening her own shop—and for finally dumping her abusive boyfriend. If the scumbag hadn’t stolen her grandfather’s ring, she’d never see him again. As it is, she meets him in public to demand he return her property, but she only escapes him dragging her into the parking lot when a giant, brooding man chases him away. Evangeline tries to thank the stranger, but he says he’s not sticking around. She tries to convince herself that it’s a good thing he’s leaving. She’s attracted to the guy, and given her taste in men, that’s a sure sign the stranger is no good for her.
Which is too bad. Even though she doesn’t know who he is, Evangeline is half in love with him already.
The bad, grumpy Alpha buys me like I’m some piece of steak.
I’m strong, a fighter—no wolf owns me. Until I’m kidnapped and sold to him. I hate him. I don’t care that he’s the big Alpha. The problem is that I’m dependent on him. So when he proposes a deal, I’m forced to accept: Become his mate in return for my freedom.
They gave me a potion that made me weak, unable to fight like I used to.
When I try to fight the Alpha, he overpowers me easily and pins me to the ground. I know I have to give in to his demands until I have my strength back.
But once I do, I’m getting the hell out of here.
Unfortunately, all my big, brave plans unravel when he’s around. His eyes are glued to my body, telling me what he wants to do to me. His hands explore my most intimate spots, telling me to give in like a good mate. I want to fight, I want to resist, but I’m utterly helpless against him.
Is the bad, grumpy Alpha my fated mate?
The Starfire Hollow Alphas always get their way. They rule their packs the way they want, claim their mates the way they want, and never make excuses because they know you want them anyway...