Misha is tired of manning the front desk of Shift, Inc., but when he tries to talk to his brother, Ward, about changing jobs, Ward disappears.
Lark has been trying to meet with Ward to discuss their arranged marriage, but Ward’s been ignoring her, as well. As she’s leaving Shift, Inc., Lark runs into Kele, one of the men she’s been dreaming about, one of her true mates. The other has not shown his face yet. Her tiger roars for Kele while she tries to figure out a way to get out of her prearranged marriage. How can any of this work with her upcoming nuptials to the wolf shifter?
Kele and Misha have been friends for years, but when Misha discloses his vision — that they are all three mates — Kele can’t accept Misha’s revelation. The only one he has seen in his dreams is Lark.
While the three predatory shifters do their best to figure out how to deal with their visions, one question remains.
Where is Ward?
EXCERPT
As Misha took in the crisp air, his wolf quieted some. His anger did not. If he didn’t get his fury under control, he could shift.
This was the kind of behavior he expected from Ward. It just shows he thinks I’m a pup. Maybe he resents my mother. He never interacts with her unless he has to. The man might be the boss, and beloved by many of their clients, but he could be a jackass. Booker was busier than Ward. If Misha called him about something, he answered the phone. If he wasn’t available, he made time to call him back. Heck, he made time to call him at least once a month.
Misha passed through an archway carved out of an enormous hedge. He needed a walk to clear his head.
Before him was a stone labyrinth in a circular design. Benches lined the edges of the maze and other vantage points. This made it possible to sit and contemplate the silence and the beauty of the garden. Beyond the maze was the wall. Most of it was covered in ivy or some other creeping, flowering plant.
Buried in the boughs of the trees were bird houses. The little birds were twittering. He watched a cardinal flick from branch to branch while it looked for its mate. The simple action helped him to let go of some of his anger. Misha took in a breath and focused on the path ahead of him. When he was about to step onto the stones, he saw another person walking in the labyrinth.
Wind billowed the blue skirt the woman wore. A whiff of her perfume danced over to his nose. Something fancy with the slight hint of lavender. Her skin was the color of hot chocolate. She was buxom with her grayish blue top stretching over her curves. Her head was down. The ringlets of her hair covered her face as she looked down, concentrating on each step she took. The way she moved was with the grace of a dancer mixed with a large predator. The breeze brought more of her scent to him. Another predator.
The woman took one specific step after another, following the lines until she was about to take a turn. As she did, she lost her footing and wheeled her arms out to regain her balance.
When she looked up, she saw him.
“See something interesting?”
He stifled a laugh and bit his lip. She didn’t look embarrassed or disturbed at being caught in her fumble. “Nope. Nothing. Sorry.”
Her gaze bored into his eyes, nearly stopping his heart. Misha crossed his arms over his chest as she stalked closer. He couldn’t tear his gaze off the sway of her hips. Something jingled as she walked. The glint of silver around her ankle caught his eye. The anklet wrapped around her bare foot. Her toenails were painted the same color red as her mouth. Those tantalizing lips. She said something again, but his mind had gone blank.
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Crymsyn Hart - Paranormal and Horror Author 