The SnowFang Bride
Snowfang, #1
by Merry
Ravenell
Publication
date: October 11th 2016
Genres:
Adult, Paranormal
BLURB
Centuries of political games
killed most of the female werewolves. Now only a few survive, and the Elders
work to change the old ways of thinking.
Winter, the only daughter of the
SilverPaw Alpha, finally meets the soul Gaia has chosen for her: Sterling, the
cold, demanding, and entirely-too-human Alpha of the tiny SnowFang pack.
Thrust into a world of human
wealth for which she was never prepared, Winter must become Sterling’s flawless
wife and Luna from the moment she arrives. The city is full of threats, both
werewolf and human, and Sterling’s past is full of secrets best left
undisturbed.
When they are betrayed by those
closest to them, Winter and Sterling embark on a dangerous game of brinkmanship
that will change their lives, and the future of the werewolves, forever.
Sterling
had been prepared to be resentful and distrustful of me, certain I was playing
along with some ploy to part him from a large chunk of his wealth, or ruin him
in some way. Knowing that wasn’t the case after all had to have been the final
insult. Him thinking he had been bullied and played, just to find out he wasn’t
even worth toying with.
Sadly, for both of us, this wasn’t as simple as me being my
father’s pawn.
It would have been a hell of a lot more straightforward if I was
bait, and Sterling the nice woolly sheep being led in for fleecing.
Him sleeping apart from me wouldn’t make things any better between
us, or easier on the pack. It’d make things worse.
Sterling’s lips compressed a little tighter.
“I won’t make off with your virtue,” I told him.
A glint in his hazel eyes, like a knife twitching in and out of
direct light. He leaned forward, his voice like a hand through my fur,
“Whatever virtue I had was made off with long ago.”
A little color crept to my cheeks, my insides squirmed, but not
from fear. What would those hands feel like on my skin? Rough like the scrapes
and callouses on them, or gentler? Angry, perhaps. His fingers pulling through
my hair, perhaps just a little too rough.
One thing at a time. Maybe I should find out how his hands got
that scraped up before I let him touch me with them.
Sterling kept watching me, observing, learning my every nuance and
tick, as mates—especially Alphas—will do. He came to the conclusion my body
wasn’t actually on offer just yet. “You trust me to not lay a paw upon you.”
“Should I not?” I asked.
He leaned closer, his breath on my cheek, his lips very close to
mine. “When I shake off the shock, Winter, I would not trust me.”
His words were like a rough caress, sending fire over my skin and
a single shock through me. Desire overrode the haze of rattled anger and
insult. I think I might have whispered something monosyllabic, and certainly
imbecilic. It didn’t matter. He closed the final breath of distance between us,
his strong body pressed mine against the wall, and kissed me.
I had never been kissed like that. Hard. Rough. Hungry.
My fingers found his shirt and jawline, one set twisting into the
fabric, the other raking fingernails along his flesh, enjoying the painful
bristle of his unshaven skin.
He grabbed a handful of my thigh, lifted me against him, his touch
rough and everything I had never known I needed. No, not rough enough, not
nearly enough. He felt so strong, so solid, so rough under those tailored human
clothes.
I gathered myself and pried him back a few degrees. “Not tonight,”
I breathed. “Gaia may have chosen you for me, but I want to see why.”
Author Info
Merry leads a heavily caffeinated
lifestyle offset by the occasional 5K or 10K. She lives in the North Bay area
of CA with her husband and fellow author, David, plus their two cats.
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