Alpha's Unwilling Mate
James Pack - Book 1
I refuse to mate a man I don’t know. My father’s dictate has me ready to run and never look back. I won’t be the virgin sacrifice used to entice Bastion James to accept my community as part of his pack. Nothing will change my mind. Especially not the man himself. Not the way he looks at me, the way he touches me, or the heat of his kiss.
From the moment I saw her, I knew she was mine. Raina Byrd belonged in my arms. More importantly, she belonged in my bed. One glimpse at the fire in her eyes and I knew we’d burn the world around us until nothing else existed. One touch of her skin and I was lost to anyone else. One taste of her lips and I knew I’d kill to possess her.
I warned her what would happen if she tried to run. Now, I won’t be satisfied until I’m buried inside her and she’s screaming my name
Beta's Virgin Bride
James Pack - Book 2
He came out of nowhere, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me off as if he had any right to. Then he kissed me and all the reasons that kept me saying no to sex spontaneously combusted, leaving me hot and needy for a man I didn’t know. What’s a virgin to do? I ran.
One look and I knew she was mine. Ivy, a clinging vine and a fitting name for the woman I planned to wrap up in for the rest of my life. One taste and she has me ready to beg. Until a diversion sends her fleeing. Once I deal with them, I’ll deal with my mate. Because that’s what she’ll be the next time I get her alone. Mated.
Wolf's Wild Woman
James Pack Book 3
I needed a safe place to lay low for the night. Instead, I met him, and all thoughts of leaving this town behind flew out the window. He gave me a safe place. In his arms. In his bed. In his heart.
As soon as I caught her scent, I knew she was mine. Then she approached me and willingly touched me. No fear for the behemoth with the scarred face and broken vocal chords. In that moment, I knew she was mine. I knew I was never letting her go.
Bee's Enraged Beast
James Pack Book 4
I don’t belong. Despite my alpha brother’s protection, many in our pack don’t want a freak like me around. My one chance at acceptance lies with my mate. I know he’s searching for me, but he’s not the only one. I don’t want to die without knowing his face, experiencing his touch, feeling his love.
I don’t belong. With a name like Hannibal, is it any wonder? Most call me Beast, usually in a voice filled with fear. I’m a reaper of sorts. A wolf who hunts down bad wolves, bringing justice for those who most need it. My one shot at acceptance lies in finding my mate. When the man I’m hunting takes a hostage, he signs his death warrant. Once I catch her scent, I know who she is. Mine. Any harm she suffers will be returned tenfold, and her justice will be given in blood and death.