The Mythical Knights, Book 1
Losing a father is always hard,and losing a father who’s the alpha of your werewolf pack is harder, yet that’s exactly where David Drigan finds himself–lost and rudderless after the death of his father.
The loss leaves him and his family wondering, will he ever be strong enough to lead his pack?
Trying to step into his place in society, David meets Kelsey.
Blonde. Curvy. Attitude. And there’s something about her that makes David’s beastly desires surface unlike ever before. The need to take her and protect her, if only from herself, overwhelms him.
Kelsey doesn’t need anyone to take care of her. Never has. An absentee family taught her one thing–take care of yourself, because no one’s going to do it for you.
But there’s just something different about David. One night at her favorite decrepit amusement park, she learns there’s a lot more to David than she ever expected.
There’s a lot hidden in the shadows.
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The Jackstone building was one of the tallest in the downtown area. Outside, the city was lit up with dots of light illuminating buildings and the cars on the ground. A bit of snow swirled around, making the downtown area look like a newly-shaken snow globe.
Kelsey didn’t get any closer to David–she could see the view just fine. And maybe it had something to do with her dress not being completely zipped up in the back.
“It’s beautiful,” she replied.
He glanced at her. “Come see.”
“I’ll be fine here.”
“I won’t bite,” he said with a smirk.
READ MORE“Maybe I like bites,” she said, and wanted to smack herself upside the head. What was she thinking, flirting like that? He wasn’t even her type. She pulled at the pendant on her necklace–a stone with Black Widow’s logo from the Avengers on it. It was subtle, like a code–those who knew what it was, recognized her as a fellow comic book fan. Those who didn’t? It was just a necklace.
His gaze darted to the necklace. At least, she hoped it was the necklace, and not her rack-o-boobs that were trying to pop out of the dress.
“A gentleman doesn’t bite on the first meeting.”
She let go of the necklace and took a couple steps toward him. “Are you a gentleman?”
“Most of the time.”
When she reached his side, she turned her gaze to the scene outside. Both of them quietly watched the world outside. It was so peaceful to see, like watching a movie in an empty theater. What was out there wouldn’t touch her in here.
It felt warm.
Safe. Comfortable.
She probably would have stayed like that all night, watching the snow, but his cell phone chirped in his pocket, jerking her out of the quiet moment.
He sighed and pulled it out. “It seems I’m being missed downstairs. Will you walk down with me?”
“Sure, I–” she twisted, and remembered her dress. “As soon as I get this stupid dress zipped up.”
“Let me help you.”
Figuring she didn’t have much option, she turned, though looked over her shoulder at him. “It can be stubborn.” Not to mention tight, she thought.
“So can I.” he said. He put one hand on her waist, and she bit her lip because the intimate gesture zinged her in all the right ways. As he zipped the dress his finger grazed the back of her neck.
She tried not to shiver as he finished.
“That should do it,” he said, his breath grazing her neck. For a second, she wished she hadn’t cut off her hair last week.
Maybe.
Okay, not really.
“Thank you,” she said as she stepped away. “Let me grab my purse.” The heat from being near him was a bit overwhelming and she needed a moment to center herself. Because, really, since when was it so sensual for a guy to zip up a dress?
Taking it off, that’s another thing entirely.
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and noticed even though his face was somber, his eyes met hers, and she felt another zing all the way to her toes.
What the hell? Who was this guy?
COLLAPSEBrightest Shadow absolutely blew me outta the water.