Wicked Jackal




Woodland Creek Series. 
30 Authors. 30 Shifter Stories. 
http://woodlandcreekseries.com 

Freedom never felt so good. 

Anastasiya Petrov ran from her fate. The youngest of seven sisters and promised to one of the Princes of a rival pack, she refuses to be a bargaining chip. Instead, she flees to a remote area in the United States, changes her name to Tasia Connor, and settles into her new life. 

Alex Chilikov might be an Estonian prince, but he was raised in the United States and loves it here, especially Woodland Creek, Indiana, where he's followed close behind his bride-to-be. She might be able to hide who she is from the others, but he'd recognize her scent anywhere, and he plans to use his trickster abilities to help him obtain what he wants. He wants out from under his own father's heavy thumb. 

However, he's not the only one searching for her. Her father has made some dangerous enemies, and though she continues to attempt to escape Alex's protection, he'll fight to keep her safe. Tasia will risk almost anything to keep her freedom, but only if she can resist a Wicked Jackal.

Excerpt:



“And what if it hadn’t been me on the other side of that door. What if it had been the Russians?”

Tasia let him pull her along, but she was getting angrier by the second. She didn’t like to be told where she could and could not go.

“It was not them.”

“But it could’ve been. It was reckless and dangerous and the reason you’re in this mess in the first place.”

She dug in her heels, and yanked her arm free. He rotated to face her.

“No…I am in this mess in the first place because my father wanted to force me to marry someone I have never even met.”

The guilty look that entered his eyes wasn’t just something Tasia imagined. Did he know something about her father’s plans for her? Was he planning to take her back just in time to walk down the aisle? Well, she wasn’t going back to Estonia to marry some prince she’d never even met. Not now, not ever. At least not until she got the opportunity to choose her own future.

“Look, I’m not being paid to worry about your petty worries. I’m supposed to protect you from the men who are trying to kidnap you. That’s why if you pull anything like that again, I’ll tie you to the bed and never let you go.”

Damn! That was an image that would stick! His hand on her upper arm as he wrapped it around her again sent a chill chasing along her spine. Why did his provocative words sound like something she wanted to try? Shouldn’t it make her want to run faster and harder in the other direction? What was wrong with her?

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