|Posted by christygis on April 4, 2014 at 9:40 PM|
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He’ll risk everything for the love of one human.
Agreeing to be her good friend’s bridesmaid, Emma Anderson jets off to Tybee Island for the wedding. Her dress is perfect and her shoes are adorable, but her friend’s elegant beachside home hides an ancient secret…one that threatens to expose a secret society of werewolves.
Drake Randolph has watched his sister’s friend grow into a ravishing woman, but he’s always kept his distance. As the heir to the Randolph fortune and the alpha of the Secret Society of Savannah Lycanthropes, Drake cannot afford to draw the innocent little brunette into the dangerous lycan world.
Passion between them soon blazes hotter than the Georgia summer. But when the wrong woman is kidnapped to prevent the wedding of a lycan to a mortal, Drake must risk everything to save Emma from the ones who will see the downfall of all he holds dear.
The house seemed overly quiet as she entered from the side door. The heels of her sandals clicked on the tiled floor on the way toward the stairs. Grasping the banister rail, she headed to the second floor. She met Drake near the top.
Her tongue literally stuck to the roof of her mouth. Alyssa’s brother in clothes was a thing of beauty. Drake in nothing but swim trunks ventured into masterpiece territory. Sculpted biceps and sleek chest muscles were just the start.
Her gaze dropped. Come on. A freaking eight pack? He even possessed the tiny vein that ran down his lean belly and disappeared beneath the waistband of his low-slung swim trunks. Any lower and they wouldn’t be legal.
He didn’t say anything. His light blue gaze raked over her in a casually assessing way. She curled the tips of her pink painted toes in an effort not to fidget. What was this hold he had over her? It didn’t make sense. They’d barely had a conversation. He never stayed in her presence for more than a few minutes. Out of all the Randolphs, he was the only one she didn’t get along with in an easy manner. Hard to act natural when every pore in her body cried out for him.
“Good morning,” she stammered out.
His beautiful pouty lips curved into what almost resembled a smile. “I thought you were at the pool.”
How would he know that? She motioned down the hall toward her room. “Came up for my swimsuit.”
He focused on her face, as if he could see inside her thoughts. “Do you need anything? Sunscreen?”
“No, just my suit.” The less-than-golden state of her skin didn’t need to be pointed out. She’d packed a bottle of sunscreen accordingly. “Thank you though.”
He took a step closer, bringing his body within touching distance. “I wouldn’t want you to burn.”
Burn? Oh yeah. She was so doing that, but probably not in the way he meant. “I won’t.” Not with the SPF-50 lotion she planned to slather onto her skin.