When Tasia discovers her ancestry is tied to the mountains of North Carolina, she's shocked but elated. Finally, she thinks she may have found what she's missed all her life...family. Reaching her ancestral home however, leads her into the path of an Alpha shifter...and secrets some never want revealed.
Conal is the Alpha wolf, and the local law, still more than his interest is peaked when he sees the bedraggled woman sitting in his spot. He feels torn over leading her to her grandmother's home...is this the beginning of their story? Or will the past destroy their future?
The door swung open and in stepped the biggest man Taisa had ever seen. The plaid button down shirt he wore clung to his broad shoulders. He raked the wet hair back from his forehead, his clothes soaked. His dark gaze swept the room before landing on her.
“Who’s he?” Tasia gulped down her water. Her unease was swiftly back.
“He’s our Al…Sheriff. He eats here every night and you’re in his spot.”
“Oh. Should I move?”
“Don’t let him bluster you too bad, he’s a nice guy. I’ll be back with your dinner.” Julia was out of the booth before the Sheriff reached them. Tasia was sure Julia was escaping something, but she just couldn’t figure out what.
“You’re sitting in my spot.” The bear of a man towered over her. His voice was so deep it vibrated through her. “Who the hell are you anyway? Is your car parked out front? In my spot, I might add.”
“Well, one of the cars is mine, not sure where your spot is though.”
“The one with a hungry dog in the back seat.”
“I’ll take care of her when I’m done eating. You don’t need to worry. She’s well loved.”
“I guess, I can smell the dog all over you.” He made a sniffing sound then glared at her.
“Right. Listen, I’ll move as soon as I eat my meal. But, you’re welcome to sit across from me. If you can stand the dog smell.” She grinned up at him. Tasia felt challenged, she did not like it. She was never one to cower when her ire was up. Foster care had taught her to be tough, resilient. Although, this man made her feel dwarfed, but her instinct told her not to flinch. When you flinch, you’re vulnerable. I’m an idiot. I should get out of his way. She leaned her neck back to look up at him. “Go ahead, have a seat.” She motioned to the other side of the booth. “We can share. I don’t bite. And if I smell like a dog. I have been traveling all day with Bella, a she’s a German shepherd. She can’t help how she smells.”
“You don’t bite?” He chuckled, the brusque manner fading. “To bad.” He scooted into the bench across from her with the lithe grace of a wolf.
I am Zerlina Valinski. I am weaver of tales of sensual erotic romance. My stories will take you to places you have never been. You will see fantastic places and people. I will tantalize you with stories of Weres, Shape shifters, Witches, Warlocks, Fairies, Imps, pagan gods and goddesses and more mystical creatures. I will invite you into their sensual worlds where they don't shy away from the carnal as humans do. They indulge their passion and they love without mortal confines of the human mind.
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