I needed a safe place to lay low for the night. Instead, I met him, and all thoughts of leaving this town behind flew out the window. He gave me a safe place. In his arms. In his bed. In his heart.
As soon as I caught her scent, I knew she was mine. Then she approached me and willingly touched me. No fear for the behemoth with the scarred face and broken vocal chords. In that moment, I knew she was mine. I knew I was never letting her go.
All the “James pack” books are great!
Love them all!