Isn’t my hero Alpha Rogue shifter, Brut Jurango, lickable?
His tats are eternal symbols of each of the butchered members of his pack.
Here’s the blurb for Prymal Obsession:
The primal call of Mate Claim sparks a battle among the three species of shifters—Wylfen, Feral, & Rogue—and has for generations. These violent feuds incite hunts by humankind, driving shifters near extinction. To protect their people the aristocratic Wylfen ban the practice of Mate Claim. When a Rogue alpha claims a Wylfen female, the mated pair forms a coalition with a Feral male. An alliance is created: Prymal, a new species & pack born of Rogue, Wylfen, & Feral. And war begins…
Brut Jurango’s pack is one of butt-ugly misfits, and he’s devoted to each and every member. When his mate and his entire pack are slaughtered, he lives for one sole purpose–revenge. Brut’s a mixed breed, wolf, panther, and human. He had a mate, and shifters are supposed to have only one in a lifetime. So why can’t he resist Sidonie Walker’s call? Or is this just one more lie proliferated by the Wylfen?
Excerpt – Prymal Obsession:
The pipes groaned and yanked Sid out of her wretched self-pity. She stamped her foot. A trick taught to her by Larry Spector, her motivational coach cum mental and physical boot camp trainer.
Fight cerebral paralysis with physical activity.
When you’re depressed, get moving. Her actions jerky, she peeled the sodden garments from her chilled flesh, slid the door open, and tossed the clothes into the sink.
It had been over half a decade since she’d taken control of her life. She’d had to claw and scrape to become her own person, and by all the gods in the universe, she wasn’t ceding that power to anyone. Not even Brut Jurango.
“No more thinking about Brut Jurango.” Another Larry Spector tenet, vocalize your intentions and then act upon them. Sid nudged the door closed. “I’m not a coward. No more knee-jerk reactions.”
No more being too terrified to pee.
She adjusted the water temperature, waited for the goose bumps to dissipate, and grabbed the shampoo. While she washed her hair and showered, Sid analyzed all that had happened in the last few weeks.
Davy had vanished three weeks ago.
He’d gone with a buddy to Cabo San Lucas, to party yes, but also to check out a recently two-starred Michelin farm-to-table restaurant. It was a weekend trip, and Sid hadn’t been worried when Davy didn’t show up on Monday. Davy was a creature of impulse and his timeliness suffered constantly because of it.
When Davy didn’t contact her by Monday night, Sid phoned him only to have the call go to voice mail. She texted him repeatedly. By Tuesday she’d started to panic. The Grape Escape’s grand opening loomed, she had no chef, and worse, the boy-man she considered a younger brother had disappeared.
“Where are you Davy?” Sid thunked her head on the tiles and turned off the shower. She had stayed sane since Davy vanished by not letting her mind wander to Davy being tortured or raped. “Lycus went to the East Coast. Why? Is what Davy’s involved in linked to our culinary school?”
The shower door slid open.
Sid froze. The steam blurred her vision. The bathroom exhaust fan went on overdrive and the thick mists cleared to reveal Brut Jurango, arms outstretched. A chocolate bath sheet hung tautly between his hands.
Her palms itched to yank into the instinctive cup-her-breasts defensive reaction. Instead, she glued her wrists to her sides. Didn’t attempt to hide her truculent outrage or her nudity. “What do you want?”
His mouth curved. “That’s been obvious from day one, Sidonie.”
Now ain’t that a zesty way to start the work week?
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Merry Munchy Monday!