Book Description:
When a one-night stand feels like so much more…
Mountain lion shifter Laura Vidal has been given two choices: leave the
territory to find a mate, or become a guardian of the pride. Unwilling to leave
the only home she’s ever known, Laura chooses the rigorous and bruising
guardian training. Honestly, she’s glad for the training because it keeps her
too busy to see Dristan, the guy who rocked her world during an amazing
one-night stand.
Dristan Rhees can’t forget the girl who stole his heart after a single
night of unbridled passion. When she won’t give him the time of day, though, he
vows to move on. Maybe he could focus on growing his small business and living
a quiet life, if not for the vampires that invade their territory. With the vampires
threatening their pride, Dristan and Laura are forced to work together, and
they must confront the desire that still threatens to consume them.
Excerpt:
The bar top was warm beneath Dristan’s forearms as
he hunched over it, trying to ignore the humans around them. He didn’t know why
he’d let his brother talk him into going out—he not only hated going out in the
snow, but lately he hadn’t felt very social. If he wanted to drink with his
brother, they didn’t have to go any farther than the fridge in their apartment.
But Frasier had some messed-up notion that Dristan needed to “get off his sad
stick and go someplace fun.”
Thus, here they were at Hart’s. It used to be an
old farmhouse, but the lower level had been opened up into a large room, booths
added along the sides, pool tables in the center. There was an arcade upstairs,
along with a few more pool tables, but tonight Dristan didn’t want to stray too
far from the bar.
He felt like he was living in one of those country
songs his buddy Rafe liked to listen to so much. Cold Montana winter, brooding
man at a bar, trying to forget the girl who got away.
“You ever feel like you’re living in a song,
Fraze?” he asked his brother.
“Only when I’m feeling melodramatic and
self-pitying and generally no fun to be around,” Frasier said.
“A**hole.”
“I’m rubber,
you’re glue,” Frasier quoted in a sing-song voice. “Whatever you say bounces off me and goes back to you. Go get laid
or something. You haven’t been the same since—”
Liza got her start in romance by sneak-reading her
grandma’s paperbacks. Years later, she tried her own hand as a ghostwriter of
romance and it wasn’t long before she started developing her own series. Now
she divides her time between freelance editing, ghostwriting, and mountain lion
shifters with fierce and savage hearts.
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