Tortured Soul












ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-877-6
ISBN Print: 978-1-61217-876-9
Page Count: 332
Word Count: 84254
Rating: Spicy(PG13)


 

Tortured Series

After Evangeline Wolcott learns her family is in trouble with the Vampire King of North America, she reluctantly agrees to marry the blackmailing vampire in an attempt to save them from financial ruin. This act spurs Adam Perez, the King's avowed enemy, into action.

Adam, leader of the Blacktail werewolf pack, believes Cyrus kidnapped his sister in retaliation over attacks against his coven. Fueled by hatred, Adam takes something of his, a spirited beauty who sets his soul on fire.

Wrought with grief over her predicament, Evangeline soon finds herself falling for her enigmatic captor. Will Adam and Evangeline's love prevail when she is destined to belong to his enemy?

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 332
Word Count: 84254
978-1-61217-876-9 Paperback
978-1-61217-877-6 Digital

Excerpt:

Adam walked into the bathroom and shut the door to keep the warm air in. “I told you to call me if you needed anything,” he said roughly as he grabbed the towel from the hook and threw it over his shoulder. He stepped to the tub, keeping his eyes leveled on her face and reached out to help her up.

She jerked away from him. “Wait.” Her wide eyes met his. A flush filled her high cheekbones as she licked her succulent, wet lips. She had no idea how damn provocative her simple action was and he went hard instantly. Thank God he was hunched over. “Aren’t you going to close your eyes?”

He snorted. “Then I won’t see what I’m grabbing. Besides, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“You haven’t seen me!” she said angrily, her eyes blazing.

Yet, he thought. He shook his head. What the hell was wrong with him? “Fine. I’ll close my eyes and you lead my hands, but if I knock you into the sink, it’s your own fault.”

“Okay,” she uttered meekly.

He closed his eyes and felt her pull his hands into the water and place them on her rib cage. She fit perfectly in his hands and he took his time lifting her out of the water, reluctant to let go of her sleek, soft skin. When he set her down, he let go unwillingly and grabbed the towel from his shoulder, holding it out to her with his eyes still shut.

She took it from him. “Thank you. You can open your eyes now.” Evangeline stood before him with the beige towel wrapped around her torso, her hair dripping wet, sending droplets down her shoulders.

This woman would be the death of him.

 




Copyright © 2017 The Wild Rose Press, Inc.