Wild Wolf Claiming. Rhyannon Byrd
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Название: Wild Wolf Claiming

Автор: Rhyannon Byrd

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Зарубежное фэнтези

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isbn: 9781474036405

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      His wolf had never reacted this strongly to a woman... And. She. Was. His.

      Werewolf Elliot Connors had come to the sleepy town of Charity to stop a madman from claiming his next victims for his macabre collection of sex slaves. After saving Skye Hewitt from being kidnapped, Elliot desires the diner waitress more than his next breath. All his senses scream that Skye is his life-mate. But his past has taught him well that nothing worth having ever comes easy. Now things are about to get bloody, dangerous...and wild.

       The sight of her had just knocked the air out of him.

      Elliot narrowed his eyes as he stared at the woman, eating up every detail. She was … different. But in a good way. In a he-couldn’t-stop-staring, wanted-to-eat-her-alive kind of way. Bite by mouthwatering bite.

      As Elliot stood there like a statue and watched her, it became easy to see what had captured the kidnapper’s interest beyond her physical beauty. She was … soft. Soft and sweet and inviting. A lure … it was calling to him, making him want, when he hadn’t wanted anyone in what felt like forever.

      And never … never like this.

      RHYANNON BYRD is an avid, longtime fan of romance and an author of more than twenty paranormal and erotic titles. She has been nominated for three RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Awards, including Best Shapeshifter Romance. Rhyannon lives in the beautiful county of Warwickshire, England, with her husband and family.

      For information on Rhyannon’s books, visit her website at www.rhyannonbyrd.com or find her on Facebook.

      Wild Wolf Claiming

      Rhyannon Byrd

      

www.millsandboon.co.uk

      To everyone who hoped that Elliot would one day have a story of his own …

      This one’s for you!

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       About the Author

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Epilogue

       Extract

       Copyright

       Prologue

       Nine years ago

      Elliot Connors was in a shitty situation. One he’d been putting off for too long.

      A week had passed since another human life had been lost because of his mistakes, and he knew he should have dealt with this reckoning, or confrontation, or whatever you wanted to call it long before now. But he hadn’t, because he suspected he knew exactly how this meeting would go.

      Standing at the far end of the dining room table in his parents’ house, he watched as Jerry and Miriam Connors digested the confession he’d just made to them. A dark, ugly confession, full of blood and sin and evil. And in their eyes, no doubt, embarrassment—at least as much as they were able to process. He didn’t for a moment think they would mourn the loss of the human life he’d taken, or the one that’d been lost because of him. No, compassion for humanity wasn’t in their makeup. Hell, compassion for anything was beyond them.

      But his lack of control would be the thing that proved difficult for them to face. To Jerry and Miriam Connors, control meant everything. There was nothing, nothing in this entire world, that they believed in more.

      As pure-blooded werewolves in the Silvercrest Lycan pack, Elliot’s parents could have easily been one of those arrogant, racist couples who despised anyone and anything they deemed beneath them. Humans, the half-breed Bloodrunners who protected the pack, and any Lycan who mated with a human. For most purebloods, these groups were not only deemed inferior, but often abhorrent.

      His parents, though, were different. The thing they hated most in this world was emotion, in any form. As orphans who had been raised with foster families, СКАЧАТЬ