Thanks everyone for being on this journey with me! I hope you are enjoying Eli and Grace's story so far. As with the first two books, I will be updating every day. I'm hoping to have a fourth book, a prequel telling Clint and Lily's story out in the next couple of weeks, so keep a look out! And as always, let me know your thoughts. I read all your comments and appreciate all of your feedback and support!
I hadn’t intended to tell Grace my history, or at least not yet, but it seems to have opened her up. Maybe our similar stories will help her see that I’m not all bad and can possibly be trusted, if not as her mate, maybe as her friend. I’m thrilled that she asks me to run with her. I would have any
I take her face in my hands. “Do you understand?” “Yes.” I reach down and kiss her quickly. “Go, I’ll be there in less than 30 minutes, be ready to leave.” I run to my hotel, grab my backpack then head to the bus station, looking for the next scheduled bus. The next one won’t leave for an hour, b
It’s exhausting constantly running, riding on bus after bus. We haven’t had a decent meal or shower in a week. Benny called the day after we left and let me know two ‘shady looking men’ were in the diner asking about a young woman. When Eli finally feels like we can stop overnight, we get a hotel r
“You taste exactly like you smell. Delicious.” And before I know what he’s doing, his lips have crashed into mine and his tongue slides into my mouth. I moan into his mouth, my hands reaching up to grab hold of something, anything, and latching onto his strong biceps as heat spreads to my core. He
I hate that I don’t have the money to support Grace. It’s really bothering me. I realize I’ve spent my life on the run and that I’ve been in one of Liam’s cells for the last six months, but it doesn’t sit right not being able to take care of our mate. What’s worse, she and her mother seem to have s
“Please.” Her voice sounds broken, like she’s on the verge of tears. “Please promise me. I’d rather be forced into a bond with my mate then with a complete stranger. So please, promise me.” I clench my teeth. Can I promise this? I made this mistake once. I learned my lesson. A forced mate bond is t
We stop on the way to the bus station and grab some breakfast. I make sure we are sitting at a table where we can’t easily be seen from outside, but I can watch anyone walking by the diner. We order coffee and breakfast. As we’re eating, I see the shifter from last night walking by, looking around.
I was serious last night when I asked Eli to mark me rather than let some stranger mark me. Better the devil you know, right? At least I hope so. I may not believe in the mate bond, but I have a better chance with someone who might actually care about me than with someone who only wants me for the s