Ryan's Treasure
(Sanctuary #2)
by Becca Dale
Contemporary
Paranormal Romance
Categories: Interracial/Multicultural
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release
Date: July 9, 2012
Heat
Level: Steamy
Word
Count/Length: 31,000 words/85 pages
Available at:
Decadent
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Description:
Nadi has no
family and no home beyond the puppy mills where she has lived since birth. Freedom
calls to her until she cannot resist risking everything for a chance to run.
But being free comes with dangers she’s ill-equipped to handle and a guardian
who promises to protect her even as his size and brute strength terrify her.
Ryan Jones
spends his life rescuing abused women by day and tortured animals by night.
Nothing stops him from watching over those smaller or weaker until a
half-starved she-wolf leaps between him and the barrel of a gun. In a night of
passion with the gorgeous shifter, everything changes. Suddenly, by pack law,
he faces an unexpected role that may destroy his image and their future.
Can love enable
Ryan’s treasure to come home to his arms?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the
age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may
be considered offensive to some readers.
Excerpt:
Ryan shifted and rose to his full height.
Nadi was tall; still, she reached no higher than his shoulder, fine boned and
delicate. How could anyone hurt such an exquisite female? Willing his hand not
to tremble, he traced the worst of her bruises, faded to nothing more than a
faint discoloration over her ribs. “You look better.”
She looked over her shoulder, her startling
eyes questioning. “Thank you.” The silence lengthened, but he didn’t attempt to
fill it. “Why?”
“I have no idea why anyone would harm
another being, especially one as breathtaking as you.”
“Thank you, again, but I wasn’t fishing for
compliments.” When she glanced away, a blush tinted her cheekbones, making him
long to paint a flush in other places. She turned toward him, her small breasts
tight and high in the cool night.
His cock thickened. “Why
would you risk your life to free the animals at the mill? Why give up your time
and your bed to help a stranger?”
“Because it must be done.”
“Oh.” Her full bottom lip quivered, and she
bit down on it. Then, before he could warn her of how cold the water would be,
she ran into the river with a squeal, her laugh forced this time.
Had she lost her mind? He dove in after
her, sweeping her against his chest so the current would not carry her
downstream. “What’s wrong?”
Pushing her wet curls back, she blinked
droplets from her lashes. “The water’s cold.”
“Obviously, but that’s not what upset you.”
He struggled to keep the scowl from his face. He seemed to intimidate her
enough without looking angry. “What’d I say?”
“I didn’t mean to be a burden.”
He shook her gently. “Never.”
Her hands found his shoulders and clung to
him. “You said it had to be done. I won’t be anyone’s chore.”
“I was talking about the animals.” He
dropped a kiss against the soft, smooth skin of her forehead. “You’re
different.”
He didn’t expand, and she didn’t ask,
merely stared at him while she processed his words. Then a burden seemed to lift
away. Her eyes sparkled. She trembled, and a shaky smile tilted her mouth. “I
didn’t expect the water to be freezing.”
If he lifted her a few inches, their bodies
would align, and he could claim her.
His inner beast snarled. Take her, mark her so no other can stake a
claim.
He slid his arm beneath her backside,
boosting her higher before he could stop himself. His cock found a place
between her thighs, not entering, simply teasing her heated slit. Desperate, he
fought his wolf, forcing his animal to back off, but he could not bring himself
to step away.
“You’re not recovered enough for...this.
You’ll get sick.” Desire roughened his voice almost to a growl.
Long, slender arms circled his neck. “I
like it. You’re so warm in contrast to the river. I feel like you’re rescuing
me again. I’m torn between loving it and needing to stand on my
own.”
“You can lean on me whenever you like. I
owe you my life.”
“So, you helped me because of some
misplaced sense of gratitude?”
Damn the woman and her need to twist his
words. He threaded a hand through her short curls and gently tugged her head
back so he could see her eyes. “I appreciate what you did, but I want you near
me.” He bumped his hips against hers, raking the head of his cock over her clit
and back. “Simple as that, Nadi.”
About the
Author:
Becca Dale writes erotic
romance with what many readers consider sweet-heat. She jokingly told her first
editor she was naughty enough, but fanshave encouraged her to continue that
philosophy. So while her work often carries an erotic heat level, the emotional
impact is equally high. It remains Becca’s
goal to test and explore
reader' fantasies through characters that could be the girl next door or the
woman in the mirror, or even the wolf shifter held captive at the puppy mill
down the road.
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