Claiming His Beauty
Feral Breed Motorcycle Club Series, Book #4
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A shifter living a life hindered by regret…
A woman praying for a chance at a future…
A moment of fate that refuses to be denied.
Beast of the Feral Breed has spent years avoiding interacting with people. Other than the two shifters he considers family, his life has revolved around the engines he loves to work on, the ink he decorates his body with, and the scars of a past he wishes he could forget. When a witch shows him a vision of his future—one with a family he knows he can never have—his solitary life implodes, and he embarks on a trip that drops him exactly where he doesn’t think he should be.
Calla wants to escape the hell she’s living, but between her low-paying job and the danger lurking in the woods, running alone isn’t an option. Desperate, she spends her time praying for someone to help free her from a life she fears will be cut short. The human woman never realized the dangers of dating a wolf shifter…until he showed his claws.
When Beast falls into Calla’s life, he’s more than a little surprised to meet his mate—a woman he knows he should walk away from. But danger hovers around every corner, and Beast refuses to leave her vulnerable. Protecting one human woman wouldn’t be a challenge, but Beast has to battle his past mistakes, stay under the radar of the local pack, and rescue two people he never expected to love. One of whom has yet to take her first breath.
Salad Guy
“Here you go.” I filled his cup, doing my best to keep my hands from shaking. Lord, he smelled good. Like leather and something dark that was uniquely man. It was a scent that made me feel comfortable, warm, and exceptionally feminine.
“Thank you,” he murmured as I finished pouring. His fingers wrapped around the old ceramic mug in a gentle grip, and yet there was so much strength there. In the way his muscles moved, the way they made the colors covering him dance. I’d have bet money his hands were callused and rough, the hands of a man used to hard work.
“You’re welcome.” I smiled again, pushing down the thoughts of his hands on mine…on me. Pregnancy hormones really could make you feel crazy. “Would you like to order, or are you just here for the coffee?”
He hummed as he brought his cup to his lips, the sound making my mind drop right into the gutter. It’d been so long since I’d even had the energy to think about sex. Aaric hadn’t touched me since I’d told him I was pregnant, and for that, I was grateful. But not even my battery-operated boyfriend had seen the light of day in months, my body too tired and uncomfortable to feel in any way sexy. And yet, this man, this armored study of masculinity, made me feel completely aroused by doing nothing more than drinking coffee.
“What’s good here?” His deep voice pulled me from my inappropriate thoughts. He’d grabbed a menu out of the holder and had it lying on the counter in front of him, his long fingers skimming the plastic pages.
“The stuffed cabbage is always good, and the meatloaf that’s on special today is one of the local favorites.” I raised my eyebrows as his gaze met mine. “Or if you want something lighter, the salads are on the back.”
His lips turned up in a smirk. “Do I look like a salad guy?”