I'll burn the city down to make her mine. Even if the city ends up burning me first.
Wolf Ranch: Unleashed, an all-new fated mates, country boy/city girl, forced proximity wolf shifter romance, and book 11 in the Wolf Ranch series from bestselling authors Renee Rose and Vanessa Vale is now available!
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I screamed, then screamed again as I was grabbed around the waist and lifted off my feet to be carried back into the stairwell. I was jostled about, but with the man’s thick arms wrapped around me, I felt protected. A strange thing to think of in the midst of chaos.
My ears rang from the sound of the gunshots. The heavy door slammed shut behind us. I was put down, then he spun me around.
The guy leaned down, so we were eye to eye, his hands resting on my shoulders. His hair was dark, pulled back in a stubby ponytail. Some tendrils had come free that hung to his chin. I’d never thought a guy with longer hair was hot or manly, but I’d been wrong. So very, very wrong. This man checked all of my boxes. Gorgeous. Big. Big enough to press me into a mattress and feel safe and feminine. Rough and rugged, completely opposite of the pale, stuffed shirts I worked with in the accounting office.
Daring. Bold. And right now, my protector. His eyes blazed bright green. When I’d checked him out in his hotel room, they’d been a deep brown. Chocolate. Now… so different. My mind was so frazzled I was probably crazy. No, almost dying did that.
Holy shit, someone shot at us! The men were definitely after me if they’d been waiting at my car.
“Are you okay?” His voice was a deep growl. Lower than earlier although maybe he was freaking out, too. His gaze raked over me. He was breathing hard, his lips parted. Full lips I suddenly wanted to kiss. Was it adrenaline? Was it my dry spell with men? Or was it him?
I nodded, my mouth too dry for words to come out. Then I saw it: the way the flannel clung to his right arm. The growing dark stain.
“Oh my God, you were shot!” My panic, already at full throttle, went hotter.
He shrugged. Shrugged! “It’s just a scratch. Wait here.”
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