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About the author:
Love deserves to be intense and wild. Mitchell’s favorite themes include romantic suspense, potent shifters, hardened ranchers, and erotic romance. Whatever burns while pressing all the right buttons is fair game!
What inspired you to write your book?
Love, bears, and lots of coffee. Seriously, I’ve loved the shifter genre for a long time thanks to its diversity. I’m able to tell the stories I want about rugged heroes, paranormal mysteries, and romance that endures across time and space.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He snapped. “What did my people do to make you like this?”
I jerked in his hand, refusing to answer. If he was going to kill me, I needed to die without a confession to my enemy.
I wanted to die brave like a smuggler. Not like a scared little girl, breaking down, crying, and begging for her life.
“That’s between me and God,” I said in a huff. “None of your f*cking business.”
He curled his lips, half-smile and half-snarl. Another jerk at my hair.
Is he enjoying this? Typical brutal bear!
“You really shouldn’t have come to our reservation, Lyla. That goes double for my home. If the anyone else finds you, they won’t be so forgiving.”
“Maybe to you,” I said sourly. “That’s really what you’re worried about, isn’t it? Saving yourself? It must be a serious crime to do anything with a human girl that doesn’t involve your teeth and claws.”
A low growl thundered out his lips, onto my bare, vulnerable cheek.
Despite the courage and sass shielding me, I started shaking. Nobody in their right mind could hear a bear’s warning growl so close and stay firm.
“Stupid, reckless, beautiful girl…” He released my hair and cautiously lifted up. “You have no idea.”
Jesus, he was completely naked after all. A very big, swollen erection jutted up between his muscular thighs, angry as the rest of him.
“No? You obviously didn’t finish the job last night. You had your chance to kill me and you blew it. Someone’s got to be pissed about that.”
Another growl. He shook his head, mostly to himself, and paced quickly to the other side of the room, slamming the door shut.
Nick wanted me sealed in. He stood near it, arms folded across his big, beautiful chest, lording over me like an enormous guard dog.
Guard bear?
“You’re right,” he said, stepping forward, a dark note in his voice. “I should’ve finished what I really wanted to last night.”
He lunged forward. I whimpered as he landed on top of me, cradling me in one big arm. Then he flipped me over, onto my belly, dragging me by the calves toward the edge of the bed.
Nick tore at my jeans. My eyes popped in surprise as he unclasped the brass button and dragged down the zipper.
Before I knew it, the denim was around my waist, exposing the lacy black panties underneath. Nick had an instant glimpse of the wet spot between my legs too.
Damning proof that fear wasn’t all I had on the brain. Not by a long shot.
“Hold still!” He roared. “I’m going to spank your big, beautiful ass raw. You’re a brat, Lyla, and I’ll do you one better than killing you. I’m going to knock some f*cking sense into your sweet body, if it’s the last thing I do…”
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