Been There Dragon That

 Book #9

Wrath Di’Lasha’s inner dragon fumes. After leaving behind his tribe on the strength of a prophesied mate he can’t seem to find, the small-town sheriff is at the end of his rope until a stunning stranger shows up bearing the glow of destiny. And when a storm wrecks her house, the gallant shifter rushes to the rescue.

As their chemistry flames, Rylee struggles to put her faith in the rugged mountain of a man who claims their relationship is meant to be. And Wrath vows to do anything to protect the brown-eyed beauty barreling deep into his heart when her dangerous past comes calling.

Will their passion be enough to prevail against the circling threat?

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She sucked back the rising sob and grit her teeth. “Goodbye, Jeff. Enjoy her, and don’t you even dare show your face at my father’s gala tonight. Is that clear?”

“You belong to me, Rylee.” His voice carried anger and sharp derision all in the same breath. He took an aggressive step toward her, and Rylee mirrored his movements, backing out of the office.

She shook her head. “No. I do not.”

He stopped advancing, and the tightness in her chest released slightly.

“Ry. I love you.” This time his tone was soft and smooth like a devil luring a soul into hell with promises of overwhelming pleasure.

Her heart sped in her chest. How had she missed this manipulative behavior? How had she not noticed? How had she not felt his insincerity? How had she been this blind? How often had he used that voice on her before?

“Goodbye, Jeffrey.” She spun on her heel and marched out of the office and to the town car waiting at the curb for her. Their driver was waiting for her with a pleasant smile.

The chauffeur opened the door for her, and she slipped into the back seat with her mother and the wedding planner.

“The wedding is off, Mother. I’m sorry.”




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