![]() ![]() The Ruling Wardens, the werewolves who also wielded the magic of the wolves and upheld the laws for all of North America, were avoiding her and she was about done. She snatched one from the table and gripped the thin piece of plastic. Then again, maybe she did dream of that since she couldn’t wait to see one protruding from the werewolf’s eye socket. Pens he, of course, ordered for the attendees to use as desired. She definitely wasn’t the type of woman who dreamt of stabbing the Gathering organizer in the eye with a pen. Hell, she helped old ladies cross the road, went to church on Sundays, and donated to charity every Christmas and Easter. She had to recall she was sweetness and light and everything bright. Whitney reminded herself that she was not a violent person. And being with Whitney Wickham is so very, very right. No matter the rules, their inner wolves will claim her. The only things standing in their way are the Elder Wardens who will do anything… anything… to keep Emmett and Levy from discovering the truth: the laws are wrong. She's got luscious curves, a wicked smile, and a mouth that would make a thousand men weep. One look at Whitney, one hint of her scent, and they realize their immovable laws might have to jiggle. It's a hard and fast law that keeps their powers pure of outside influence. ![]() They can never mate, never marry, and never form a lasting romantic relationship. But at least they're hot.Įmmett Greene and Levy Walters are Wardens-keepers of the law and embodiment of the magic of the werewolves. Unfortunately the gorgeous, drool worthy, magic-mojo-wielding Wardens don't know why she's been summoned to the Gathering any more than she does. She's been hauled half way around the world to be stared at, and not-so-covertly sniffed, for no reason. Her sisters carry the Mark indicating they'll mate an Alpha Pair of wolves, while Whitney does not have that lovely, swirling scar. Only there's one problem: she doesn't belong there. Whitney Wickham is at the darned annual werewolf Gathering all right. Thirty and single? Well, getcha ass to the Gathering! ![]()
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