Deston. As her mind whispered the name of her werewolf lover, her hand went unthinkingly to that warm place at her center which moistened with welcome. He had called her his mate, and that she was. She had left behind another life in the brown heat of Arizona and taken t...
Men, my sisters and I secretly agreed, ruled the world. But when I was thirteen my cousin, Celeste, had run off with a human. She returned to Claw Creek Landing a year later; bruised, disheveled, and with a half human child at her breast. After that, the memory of Celeste’s desolate face was en...