Book Title: Legend's Promise
Author: Dani Jace
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Erotica
Release Date: February 25, 2017
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Hawk shifter, and bad-boy biker, Shane Cheveyo spent years trying to outride his secret life and memories of his first love, who left without a word. Rekindled passion reveals their true magical natures, but will it save them or separate their destinies forever…
Dani Jace lives in coastal Virginia and enjoys writing headstrong, flip-flop casual heroines and everyday heroes who work with their hands―and other body parts. Claiming the Outer Banks of North Carolina as her second home, she includes the scenic and legendary chain of barrier islands as a setting for many of her tales.
When not working on her next novel, she’s dipping her toes in the ocean, reading or checking out the newest action flick. Her husband, son and many imaginary characters make life complete.
She gripped the counter behind her. He’d never believed the bit about her mom changing jobs. If she revealed the real reason they’d left Manteo, he’d think her insane. “I’d never betray you, Shane.” Her words spilled out, sounding breathless.
The back of his knees hit the chair, skidding it backward. It tipped over as he closed in on her like a predator. His eyes darkened to molten caramel as his nostrils flared. Over two hundred pounds of sinewy muscles trapped her against the counter while large hands rested at her lower back.
Stunned, she froze. Anger and passion mixed. The pungent aroma of whiskey wafted from masculine lips hovering inches from hers.
In mocked defiance, she raised her chin. The act forced him to pause, but only for a second, before claiming her mouth.
As he had when she was sixteen.
Freewill gone, she melted into his hard embrace and prodding erection. His tongue swept past her teeth with hunger as he lifted her onto the counter.
“God, Chey.” He hissed, squeezing her ass, making her wet with need.
His hands roved under her skirt, skimming the tops of her thighs until his fingers caught the band of her silk thong. Like a hunter, he shredded the flimsy barrier.
Her head fell back in surrender as her hips bucked forward. Far better than whiskey, his touch drugged her, weakened her defenses. Nothing had changed.