Best friends share everything...
But can they share a true mate?
I've always been a good girl, never questioning the men in life or drawing attention to myself or going against the rules. It’s all about survival. Shy and sweet is necessary if you don’t want to be claimed by an obsessed shifter. Or worse, owned by one.
But being captured by a bunch of psychos and tossed in a cell with a feral cage-fighting shifter changes a person.
And being rescued by not one...but two Royal wolf shifters who both claim to be my fated mates throws everything a curvy human girl knows about life out the window.
But my biggest problem? Xander and Vlad failed to mention our past. Our multiple pasts. Every one ended up with me dead, and them waiting for a second chance with my reincarnation. But I’m not going to be reborn anymore, and with my kidnappers vowing to return me to their prison camp, I’m running out of time to figure out if I want to spend eternity with two mates. Or none. And Xander and Vlad aren’t letting me go without a fight.
- ISBN e-book = 978-1-953075-25-3
- ASIN e-book = B0BD9B99Y3
- Series = Royals and Alphas
- # in Series = 7
- Publisher = Cherokee House Publishing
- Author = Dana Archer
- Genre = Paranormal Suspense Romance (Fiction)
- Closed-door version of Last Chance by Nancy Corrigan
Gwen finally understood why deer darted out in front of cars.
Being a prey animal sucked. Every noise and shadow spooked her.
She skidded to a stop several feet from the natural staircase. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened.
For one heart-stopping moment, her gaze collided with his. Recognition swept over her, exactly as it had the night he’d licked the wound on her hand. He hadn’t imagined their connection. She was his. His gift from the goddesses. His perfect match. His one true mate.
The one woman he could never satisfy completely.
“How did you find me?” Her rough breaths fogged the air.
“I’ve been searching for you ever since—”
A shot rang out. Chunks of dirt and rocks sprayed over Gwen’s legs.
Gwen stepped into the room, turning off the bathroom light and closing the door behind her. She scanned the space, her gaze skipping over the few pieces of furniture and settling on the platter of crackers and cheese. “Reno finally brought food. Is it safe?”
“Yes.” He’d tasted it while waiting for her.
She nodded and made her way to the table. Without looking at him, she picked up a glass of wine and drained the contents. She reached for the second wineglass.
He grasped her wrist. “Careful. You don’t want to get drunk.”