Rugged, untamed, Derick Halbbitter is as wild as the woods that surround him. Fall hard for the latest Devil in this thrilling, steamy, full-length standalone complete with happily-ever-after and no cliffhangers.
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SNEAK PEEK
His jaw ticks and he continues, smoothing over that momentary lapse. “You’re a tourist in every way that counts, sweetheart. I understand it may be impossible for your big head to process the fact that you need help, but you do. You can wrap me up in those sweet arms of yours all you want, it’s not going to change the fact that, for tonight, I’m your man and you’re not getting rid of me.”
I shake my head and swallow again. “The last thing I need is the help of some… some…”
His chest is a breath away from mine and I know I’m breathing heavier than I want to be. “Some what? Some He-Man?” He looks down at me, taunting.
I level him with a glare. “Some caveman who only sees women as pieces of ass to be conquered,” I spit back.
He reaches up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear that fell out when I put him in an arm lock. “Maybe that’s exactly the kind of help you need.”
I lift my chin, my pride bruised over the fact he didn’t object to the description, that that is how he sees me. “Maybe you’re just too used to getting what you want.”
One corner of his mouth lifts. “You’re right. I am used to getting what I want. What makes you think that includes you?”
Indignation rises in my cheeks. I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re an asshole.”
“Right again,” he smiles. “And you’re kind of crazy.” My face grows hot and I want to slap him. Of course, he’d trot out some overused stereotype, because any woman who dares to stand up to him must be crazy. I’m about to lay into him when he leans closer. “Then again, maybe crazy is precisely what I want.”
I shake my head and swallow again. “The last thing I need is the help of some… some…”
His chest is a breath away from mine and I know I’m breathing heavier than I want to be. “Some what? Some He-Man?” He looks down at me, taunting.
I level him with a glare. “Some caveman who only sees women as pieces of ass to be conquered,” I spit back.
He reaches up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear that fell out when I put him in an arm lock. “Maybe that’s exactly the kind of help you need.”
I lift my chin, my pride bruised over the fact he didn’t object to the description, that that is how he sees me. “Maybe you’re just too used to getting what you want.”
One corner of his mouth lifts. “You’re right. I am used to getting what I want. What makes you think that includes you?”
Indignation rises in my cheeks. I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re an asshole.”
“Right again,” he smiles. “And you’re kind of crazy.” My face grows hot and I want to slap him. Of course, he’d trot out some overused stereotype, because any woman who dares to stand up to him must be crazy. I’m about to lay into him when he leans closer. “Then again, maybe crazy is precisely what I want.”
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MORE ABOUT RECKLESS
My mountain, my rules.
Until Federal Agent Edie Ness arrives and breaks every god-damned one of them.
She’s not some candy-ass local girl looking for a midnight booty call.
She doesn’t care the mountain’s named after my family, that the only thing bigger than my ego is my coc…
…compassion for animals.
With her perfect curves and sassy mouth she’s going to get herself killed going after these poacher bastards.
Unless I stand in their way.
Because I always protect what’s mine.
And she will be mine--screaming and moaning for every hard inch.
Claiming her isn’t going to be easy.
But I’m always up for a challenge.
Especially ones that bite back.
My mountain, my rules.
Until Federal Agent Edie Ness arrives and breaks every god-damned one of them.
She’s not some candy-ass local girl looking for a midnight booty call.
She doesn’t care the mountain’s named after my family, that the only thing bigger than my ego is my coc…
…compassion for animals.
With her perfect curves and sassy mouth she’s going to get herself killed going after these poacher bastards.
Unless I stand in their way.
Because I always protect what’s mine.
And she will be mine--screaming and moaning for every hard inch.
Claiming her isn’t going to be easy.
But I’m always up for a challenge.
Especially ones that bite back.
NOW LIVE!!!!!
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Teagan Kade thinks talking about yourself in the third person is silly, just like her collection of snow globes and rare manga. When she's not being silly, she's hanging out with her own Storm and two children in the south of Australia, dreaming of new characters and torturous ways they can get themselves into trouble. Teagan loves hearing from her readers, all of whom are as dear to her heart as salted caramel cookies. Shoot her an email at: teagan@teagankade.com. She doesn't bite.
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