Wolf's Wild Woman is here!

Did you miss my newest book release this week? I hope not! The third book in the James Pack is here, and you're going to love Rebbie and Taylor. God, I love Taylor! He's yet another reason the James Pack is so amazing. Good thing there are more stories to come.

Here's a look at Wolf's Wild Woman.

Copyright @ 2020 Lacey Thorn

“I’m fine,” I informed him sharply.

“I’m not.”

That harsh tone sent shivers down my spine, but I did my best to keep him from noticing. I wanted him, and that surprised me. He had my wolf panting for things we’d never had. I was way out of my element and felt more alive than I had in a long time.

He pulled over to the side of the road and turned to me. “We’re going to your home, Rebel, and I’m going to deal with the person responsible for those marks on your face and body. They’re going to pay for their actions. Do you know why?”

“Because the James Pack won’t tolerate it.” My words were soft in contrast to his guttural growl.

“Because you’re mine,” he snapped, fisting his hands as if he were fighting for control.

“You think I’m a whore!” I was appalled. And hurt. Deeply. I wasn’t sure why it mattered so much to me what this man thought. I only knew it did.

His growl filled the vehicle. “Don’t you ever use that word when talking about yourself,” he ordered. “My woman is no whore.”

His woman? What did Taylor mean by that, if not that he wanted me in his bed?

“You’re woman?” I questioned.

“My mate.”

I gasped with surprise. He was staking a claim, proclaiming himself my mate. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that; other than, I wanted him. Too much to put him in danger for my earlier actions. Why couldn’t I have met him before the incident with Benji? My emotions were all over the place. I desperately needed to clear my head with a good, hard run. I needed distance right now. From my emotions, from my life. I let my gaze meet Taylor’s. From him.

Taylor…overwhelmed me. He was raw and powerful and so sexy he made me ache. I still wanted to know how he’d gotten those scars on his face and neck. They went far deeper than the surface. The surface scars were nothing. His facial hair covered them and managed to give him a sexy, badass appearance. But the emotional ones? Yeah. I knew firsthand how those blows could stay inside your head and torture you for years.

“I don’t… I can’t… I’m not…”

“You are, but I’ll give you some time to wrap your head around it.

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