I should note here that I have the books leading into this one, however, they still sit on my TBR pile. One day I will get this right. I swear it.
This book jumps right in with Drew seeing his son for the first time not knowing who the child is until he sees Emmie, his mother. The memories of their time in Santorini flooded back and at first he thought she was with someone else, then he saw the birthmark. The birthmark that matched his own.
Unable to confront him she flees with her son Noah. Of course you never run from a werewolf, they love the chase. When he catches up with her, well this is a favorite scene.
“There’s a reason you ended up in Den Hollow. You know what kind of community this is, right?”
She bit her lip and nodded slowly.
“I want you to move in to Aphelion.” He held up his hand to cut her off before she could argue. “We can do it all legal and pretty, stating your rights, my rights, and what I’ll provide for you and Noah.”
Emmie shook her head. “I can’t do that.”
“I know this is a lot to take in. It’s a lot for me, too. But we have laws, Emmie. Laws designed to keep us from discovery.” He willed her to understand, as he didn’t want to spell it out. It would sound like a threat and he supposed in a way, it was. But he wasn’t the one doing the threatening.
Any human that discovered them had to be Turned or exterminated. Otherwise, they’d end up with more hunters on their hands. There were special circumstances like those living in Den Hollow, but they were humans who’d been exposed to other supes and were in no danger of revealing their existence or becoming hunters.
“Who am I going to tell?” She wrung her hands, and he could see fear in her eyes.
Since the Woolvens were currently at war— the wolf nations were split down the middle— it was even odds the Great Council would vote to exterminate Emmie just as easily as Turn her. He had to protect her.
“It’s not my call and the climate right now for friendly humans is—” He was cut off as a small, exploding rocket of fur barreled into his gut knocking him to the ground.
A high-pitched sound that he was sure was supposed to be a growl issued from the snarling, snapping, adorable ball of golden ferocity.
Emmie gasped. “Noah Phelan Anderson!”
The tiny jaws froze around his fingers and giant, amber eyes peeked out from the furry little face.
Dear Goddess, he was utterly unmanned and unwolfed by the riot of emotions that surged in him. He was both humbled and proud, and filled with love and utter devotion for the little creature. Bowl haircut and all.
He picked him up, teeth still latched, and he dangled in the air. It was almost cartoonish. Drew gently withdrew his fingers and held him up higher, inspecting him, before pulling him close and stroking his head and back.
“I… he does that a lot.” Emmie held her hands out for him.
“What are you going to do when those teeth get sharper?” He continued the soothing strokes. “What are you going to do when he’s sixteen?”
She swallowed hard. “I don’t know.”
“Are you going to chain him up? Lock him away so he doesn’t hurt people and in process, damage his wolf and his soul irreparably?” The idea of that was like a chainsaw to his insides.
“I told you, I don’t know,” she snapped. Emmie scrubbed a hand over her face and then exhaled heavily. “I’ve just gotten somewhere that feels like it’s safe.”
DeWylde, Saranna. The Werewolf Tycoon’s Secret Baby (The Woolven Secret Book 2) (Kindle Locations 238-261). Corvus Corax. Kindle Edition.
There is a lot more to overcome than just Emmie’s fears. With a war on the horizon, there are threats and with a political marriage thwarted the consequences are complicated. Only one thought is outstanding, mate Emmie, bite her and protect her and their son in that order.
With a town full of all types of supernatural folks and an ex-sister-in-law who is a hunter things get interesting really fast.
These two lovers have much to figure out and they do with a little help from there friends. Nothing worth anything is ever easy. Sizzling hot sex and plenty of action to keep you on your toes.
5 Contented Purrs for Saranna!
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Saranna De Wylde has always been fascinated by things better left in the dark. She wrote her first story after watching The Exorcist at a slumber party. Since then, she’s published horror, romance and narrative nonfiction. Like all writers, Saranna has held a variety of jobs, from operations supervisor for an airline, to an assistant for a call girl, to a corrections officer. But like Hemingway said, “Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it.” So she traded in her cuffs for a full-time keyboard. She loves to hear from her readers.