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Lone Wolf's Claim (paperback)

Lone Wolf's Claim (paperback)

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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Could not put this down until it was finished! I can't wait to see more of this world and what it is leading to."

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Book 1 of the Kincaid Werewolves 

 

🐺 Lone Wolf Shifter Hero

🧚♀️Hidden Fae Heroine

🩸 Fated Mates

🔥 Predator / Prey Tension

💔 Forbidden Love

⚔️ Touch Her and Die Energy

🏃♀️The Chase He Has No Intention of Losing

 

She has no idea how far this lone wolf will go to stake his claim…

 

Brock Hume wasn’t looking for a mate.

He learned a long time ago that lone wolves survive better on their own.

Until he found her.

Heather Knight smells like wild heather and hot Scottish nights, and her curves drive his wolf to distraction. She’s stubborn, beautiful—and running from him.

A mistake.

Heather knows she’s terrible at being fae. Raised human, she barely understands her magic… or the danger she’s in. The last thing she expects is to catch the attention of a man who isn’t a man at all. A predator with eyes that promise hunger, possession, and something far more dangerous.

She thinks she has to hide who—and what—she is.

But Brock doesn’t care that she’s fae.

Or that his kind hates hers.

None of it matters.

Because Heather is his.

And if claiming his fated mate means hunting her through the dark world of the fae, challenging a prince, and starting a war he was never meant to win… Brock won’t hesitate.

All he has to do now is catch her.

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Synopsis

She has no idea how far this lone wolf will go to stake his claim…

Brock Hume wasn’t looking for a mate.
He learned a long time ago that lone wolves survive better on their own.
Until he found her.
Heather Knight smells like wild heather and hot Scottish nights, and her curves drive his wolf to distraction. She’s stubborn, beautiful—and running from him.
A mistake.
Heather knows she’s terrible at being fae. Raised human, she barely understands her magic… or the danger she’s in. The last thing she expects is to catch the attention of a man who isn’t a man at all. A predator with eyes that promise hunger, possession, and something far more dangerous.
She thinks she has to hide who—and what—she is.
But Brock doesn’t care that she’s fae.
Or that his kind hates hers.
None of it matters.
Because Heather is his.
And if claiming his fated mate means hunting her through the dark world of the fae, challenging a prince, and starting a war he was never meant to win… Brock won’t hesitate.
All he has to do now is catch her.

Chapter 1 Sample

Ch 1

The hunt was on.

Brock lifted his face to the cool evening breeze and took a deep breath through his nose. The faint, musky scent of Scottish heather blossoms lingered in the air and tickled his senses. 

A strange thing to be smelling in the middle of downtown Seattle, he had to admit.

His sapphire blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. He was getting close now. Another few minutes and he'd be watching the seductive sway of Heather's full hips as she sashayed down the city street. 

The thought made his mouth water and the blood pulse heavy within his veins. 

Another waft of scented air hit him straight in the groin. In response, a feral growl rumbled up from his chest, and he picked up his pace. Head and shoulders taller than any of the human stragglers that were still out this late, he received more than a few sideways looks as he plowed down the sidewalk.

Inhaling deeply for more of the sweet scent, he moaned aloud. He could practically taste her. Heather Knight: the human female with eyes the color of a fine cognac, warm chestnut hair, and thick, womanly curves he couldn't wait to get his paws on. 

He'd met her only a few hours ago, after following her friend to an apartment building. She'd opened her door dressed in nothing but yoga pants and a tank top, every curve on full display, and he'd been wrapped up in knots over the woman ever since.

And now she was running from him. Running from a werewolf. 

A predatory smile lit his eyes. 

Silly girl.

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