You Belong to Me
Book
2 in the Battle Scars Series
By
Wendi Zwaduk
M/F,
M/M, M/F/M, M/M/F, Menage, Anal Sex, Voyeurism
Novella
Paranormal,
Contemporary
Turquoise
Morning Press
The
vampire and wolf shifter will protect Ava with their lives—because they belong
together as deemed by the Sources. Will their blossoming love wither before
they get a chance to stoke the flames, or will it be strong enough to overcome
their problems?
~~~~
The world can
crumble around us, but we’ve always got each other. Always.
Ava Grant learned the hard way not to trust anyone. Trust equaled opening up to another person and allowing herself to be hurt. She’s done with pain—until she’s summoned by the Sources. Her world is thrown into upheaval. Two men can help her, if she’s willing to let them in. Will she able to open her heart to a vampire and a wolf shifter?
Joachim Stokes and Padraig O’Malley are the best of friends. The attraction between them is palpable, but there’s something missing. When they are tasked with protecting Ava, they realize they’d found what they’ve been missing—her. A bond forms between the three, but some bonds are meant to be broken. With the war heating up, her past won’t stay hidden forever.
Will their blossoming love wither before they get a chance to stoke the flames, or will it be strong enough to overcome their problems?
Ava Grant learned the hard way not to trust anyone. Trust equaled opening up to another person and allowing herself to be hurt. She’s done with pain—until she’s summoned by the Sources. Her world is thrown into upheaval. Two men can help her, if she’s willing to let them in. Will she able to open her heart to a vampire and a wolf shifter?
Joachim Stokes and Padraig O’Malley are the best of friends. The attraction between them is palpable, but there’s something missing. When they are tasked with protecting Ava, they realize they’d found what they’ve been missing—her. A bond forms between the three, but some bonds are meant to be broken. With the war heating up, her past won’t stay hidden forever.
Will their blossoming love wither before they get a chance to stoke the flames, or will it be strong enough to overcome their problems?
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EXCERPT:
©Wendi
Zwaduk, 2014, All Rights Reserved
The door creaked. When Ava shifted her focus
from the clothes, Joachim smiled. She liked the wolf shifter from the first
moment she’d met him. Quiet and shy, he didn’t command attention like some men,
but he grabbed hers.
“Hey, you.” He sat on her bed. “What’s
happening? Clothes shopping?”
“Something like that.” She browsed the
different dresses and then picked a red and white check pattern. “Close your
eyes.”
“Ava. I won’t do anything.” He shrugged. “I’ve
been a gentleman so far.”
She had to give him that—he hadn’t pushed her.
Ava hesitated. This was a big moment for her. She didn’t undress in front of
anyone unless he’d been willing to pay or was Maslow with a gun to her head.
She didn’t want Joachim to see the scars.
“Please?”
The shifter grinned and did as she’d asked. He
folded his legs up under his powerful body. The muscles in his arms bulged. Her
belly tightened and her nipples ached. She liked strong men and wondered what
it would be like to wrap herself in his embrace. Of course he’d have to be
attracted to her. She doubted he liked girls. He hardly gawked at her in the
same ways other men did. She wriggled out of the T-shirt and shoved her
tattered jeans to the floor. A part of her wanted to run across the room and jump
into his arms. She wanted to be desired. The rest of her knew the score—get
dressed and forget the attraction she craved. She unzipped the garment and
slipped the soft cotton over her frame. She wasn’t as busty as the original
wearer, but she liked the way the dress snugged her ribs and waist and
showcased some of her cleavage.
“Okay, you can look.” She strolled up to him.
“I need you to zip me.” She turned her back on him. “Please?”
“This fits you well.” He tugged the pull,
closing the back of the dress. “I like it.”
“Do you?” She let go of her hair and faced
him. “This is part of me being brave.”
“How?”
She nodded to the duffle bag. “My past is in
there.” She sat beside him and patted his thigh. Dear Lord, the man had nice
legs. She shook her head. “I mean, everything in that bag reminds me of my time
with Maslow. He expected his girls to dress like…you know.”
“I do.” He draped his arm around her
shoulders. “Sometimes you’ve got to leave the past in the past and never dredge
it up again. I’m proud of you.”
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