One’s weakness is another’s
strength.
Casimir Lars is the Alpha of the
Tatra Pack. He fought hard to become the leader he is today. He refuses to show
weakness or allow others to take advantage of him. He’s dedicated to his pack,
strong and fearless, yet his life is thrown into upheaval when he has to track
down a very specific woman: his wife.
Dyana Vance is a headstrong
professional archer—not the type to trust blindly when a stranger shows up
claiming to be her husband. There’s no denying the explosive chemistry she has
with Casimir, but she isn’t pack and refuses to be bound by their laws.
Casimir is torn between his
growing feelings toward her and what he believes is his duty to mate with a
pack female. Dyana learns to deal with loss and discovery of something new. Death,
plots, and undeniable passion all fly around this couple.
When he accepts what is to be,
will he be too late or will his pride have pushed her away forever? Will she
ever look at him and say you’re mine?
Excerpt:
Casimir Lars
fought off his increasing agitation. This woman was proving to be a bear to track
down. He remained alert, not about to let his guard down.
Spying the
coffee shop he sought, he strode across the street, well aware yet ignoring
those who watched him. Mostly women, and he could sense the lust coming from
them. He pushed through and scanned the patrons. The only information he had
was she was a black woman. That was it. Oh, and her name.
His phone
vibrated. “What?”
“How’s the hunt
going?”
“Not in the
mood, Kraven.” Mattias Kraven, not just one of his top lieutenants but the top
and his best friend.
The laughter,
unapologetic. “I am sending you her picture. I finally located one.”
“Good.” It had
both baffled and annoyed him no pictures were found of her. “Anything else?”
“Two from the
Western Clan are coming in to discuss the issues we’ve been having along their
border with them. I will handle it.”
“Make sure the
cubs are there to apologize, we don’t need to be at war with them.”
“I will. Have
fun.”
More
unappreciated laughter. Casimir hung up and waited for the image and name. When
he saw it, he understood why they’d not found her. Her last name was different
than his grandparents had given him.
Dyana Vance. Not
Hunt like they’d assumed. A lot more information popped up but he ignored it.
It wasn’t pertinent to learn about her, just to get what he came for.
He spied her in
the far corner. Unlike most who occupied the place, she read an actual book
instead of being on an electronic device. He read the title and realized he had
no clue what Straits of Power was about, although with the submarine on the
cover, he deduced an idea. He also hadn’t heard of the author, Joe Buff.
He strolled over
to her table and waited for her to acknowledge him. She finished her page
before deigning to glance at him. Her brown eyes snared him, the amber flecks
they contained were unique. One eyebrow had a slash through it and rose.
She summarily
dismissed him and went back to her book. He frowned; being the alpha of his
pack, he wasn’t used to being waved off like yesterday’s trash.
“Yana!” A female
hollered from behind him.
His target
closed her book immediately and slid it into an old tatty black backpack. She
got to her feet, shouldered her bag, and brushed by him without a word.
“I’m coming,
Shyla.”
“We’re going to
be late!”
“We’ll be the
first ones there. As usual. I don’t think the Bankses will party without you.”
Humor laced her
tone. His wolf perked up its ears but other than that showed no more than a
passing interest. He realized she was on her way out and turned to stop her, no
way he was leaving without getting what he came for.
She stood by her
friend, Shyla. A pretty petite blonde with a huge smile. Even less reaction
from his wolf. He took a step in their direction when someone else came up to
them. A black woman who also smiled a lot.
Dyana shoved a
hand through her straight hair and the sun gleamed off the gold highlights as
she laughed at her friend’s comment. She had a nice laugh.
A new scent hit
him. It garnered a response from him and his wolf. Turning back, he instantly
spotted the man who’d entered via the other door.
He looked like
the majority of the people he’d seen, however, the scent he emitted told an
entirely different story. The man hunted. When he met Casimir’s gaze, he
deferred immediately. He was a beta all the way around and wouldn’t challenge
an alpha.
With a blink,
Casimir glanced back to where she’d been. She was gone. Ignoring his wolf’s
amusement, he locked onto her scent and began tracking her.
She and her
friends stood at an outdoor stall, admiring the purses. More the other two. Ready
to go home, he approached and waited for eye contact. When she noticed him, her
eyes narrowed and he became more alert.
“You were
watching me in the coffee shop. Something I can do for you, hoss?”
Hoss? He truly
needed to get home.
About
the Author:
Aliyah Burke is an avid reader
and is never far from pen and paper (or the computer). She loves to hear from
her readers and can be found on Facebook or Twitter at @AliyahBurke96.
She is married to a career
military man. They are owned by four Borzoi, and a DSH cat. She spends her days
sharing time between work, writing, and dog training.
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