Annie?"
"Oh, no. You two are fabulous just the way you are."
I nod, but I can't help but wonder if that's really true.
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Part 2
C arly Le Roux . Rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it? The moment Brady Le Roux touched me any doubt he was my destiny vanished. Even after discovering he’s more than just a man. And that wasn’t the only shock he had for me. But each new revelation exhilarates the warrior in me -- I’m here to stay. I think I may have been born for this…
M y name is Brady , and as the alpha of the Le Roux Clan I need a strong mate. Carly Cutler may have had my heart the first time I saw her in my dreams, but now she’s captured my soul. Taking the challenges I present to her and surprising me with a few of her own, she’s worthy of being a clan leader. We’ve only begun the journey of what is meant to be…
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Chapter 1
C arly
H ands that dwarf mine wrap around my fingers, and warmth spreads through me. Any doubt I had about leaving my successful tattoo-artist career in California to drive to Maine is wiped from my mind. The man I’ve been dreaming about for weeks is even more compelling in real life.
It was only a week ago I gave myself the paw-print tattoo based on visions in the dreams that brought me here. While the pull to come was strong, my belief I’m here for a reason is now solid. The man’s voice seems to travel through my body and caress me along the way as he says, "Brady Le Roux."
The desire to press into his chest and breathe him in is strong, but I refrain and ask, "French?"
He nods. "Yes, French Canadian, actually." Brady’s eyes are a deep mossy green, and firelight dances in them. The tattoo on my wrist is pulsing with desire as the memory of what Brady has done to me in my visions flows through my veins. He still hasn't let go of my hand and is only distracted when his sister, Annie, clears her throat.
He steps back and reluctantly drops my hand. Sierra steps forward with hers out. "Sierra Steele." My best friend’s name always makes me think of a movie star, and she usually captures the attention of any guy we meet. But not this time. Brady gives her a quick glance without shaking her hand and returns his attention to me.
His arm is the size of my thigh, and he takes my arm to walk us over to the island in the Le Roux kitchen. I’m not sure if the others follow. I'm so taken with Brady that all I can process is the flexing of the muscles beneath the flannel of his sleeve. He pulls a tall bar chair out for me and tucks me in when I sit. The counter is set higher than traditional ones, and I set my hands on the cold granite to pull myself back to reality. That's when I realize the whole kitchen is designed for taller people. Nice.
Poor Sierra has to fend for herself. She sits beside me and whispers in my ear, "Oh my God." I just grin because words fail me.
Annie walks toward a stainless steel refrigerator and asks, "Can I get anyone some wine? Or a soft drink?"
Brady says, "I have champagne for the occasion. Carly?"
In a normal situation I'd be embarrassed that he isn't addressing Sierra too, but this isn't a normal situation. "That sounds lovely, thank you."
Sierra says softly, "Yeah, me too." She chuckles under her breath and whispers to me, "Told you he’d be into you."
Annie smirks as she hands Brady a bottle. She heard what Sierra said?
Annie leans over toward Sierra. "Keith will be here soon." She pats her hand and adds, "And then I'll be the only one that's ignored."
Brady smiles at his sister. "You remember how this feels."
"I do, brother dear." Her smile fades. "Enjoy it."
He catches her chin in his hand. "It'll happen again, I'm sure of it."
Annie turns away, and I suspect there are tears in her eyes.
When we all have a drink in our hand, Brady raises his in a toast. "To mates."
Mates? Everything about my attraction clicks into place. Glass clinks as we all connect them. Brady's eyes never leave mine, and I say, "So the mate thing is
"Oh, no. You two are fabulous just the way you are."
I nod, but I can't help but wonder if that's really true.
13
Part 2
C arly Le Roux . Rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it? The moment Brady Le Roux touched me any doubt he was my destiny vanished. Even after discovering he’s more than just a man. And that wasn’t the only shock he had for me. But each new revelation exhilarates the warrior in me -- I’m here to stay. I think I may have been born for this…
M y name is Brady , and as the alpha of the Le Roux Clan I need a strong mate. Carly Cutler may have had my heart the first time I saw her in my dreams, but now she’s captured my soul. Taking the challenges I present to her and surprising me with a few of her own, she’s worthy of being a clan leader. We’ve only begun the journey of what is meant to be…
14
Chapter 1
C arly
H ands that dwarf mine wrap around my fingers, and warmth spreads through me. Any doubt I had about leaving my successful tattoo-artist career in California to drive to Maine is wiped from my mind. The man I’ve been dreaming about for weeks is even more compelling in real life.
It was only a week ago I gave myself the paw-print tattoo based on visions in the dreams that brought me here. While the pull to come was strong, my belief I’m here for a reason is now solid. The man’s voice seems to travel through my body and caress me along the way as he says, "Brady Le Roux."
The desire to press into his chest and breathe him in is strong, but I refrain and ask, "French?"
He nods. "Yes, French Canadian, actually." Brady’s eyes are a deep mossy green, and firelight dances in them. The tattoo on my wrist is pulsing with desire as the memory of what Brady has done to me in my visions flows through my veins. He still hasn't let go of my hand and is only distracted when his sister, Annie, clears her throat.
He steps back and reluctantly drops my hand. Sierra steps forward with hers out. "Sierra Steele." My best friend’s name always makes me think of a movie star, and she usually captures the attention of any guy we meet. But not this time. Brady gives her a quick glance without shaking her hand and returns his attention to me.
His arm is the size of my thigh, and he takes my arm to walk us over to the island in the Le Roux kitchen. I’m not sure if the others follow. I'm so taken with Brady that all I can process is the flexing of the muscles beneath the flannel of his sleeve. He pulls a tall bar chair out for me and tucks me in when I sit. The counter is set higher than traditional ones, and I set my hands on the cold granite to pull myself back to reality. That's when I realize the whole kitchen is designed for taller people. Nice.
Poor Sierra has to fend for herself. She sits beside me and whispers in my ear, "Oh my God." I just grin because words fail me.
Annie walks toward a stainless steel refrigerator and asks, "Can I get anyone some wine? Or a soft drink?"
Brady says, "I have champagne for the occasion. Carly?"
In a normal situation I'd be embarrassed that he isn't addressing Sierra too, but this isn't a normal situation. "That sounds lovely, thank you."
Sierra says softly, "Yeah, me too." She chuckles under her breath and whispers to me, "Told you he’d be into you."
Annie smirks as she hands Brady a bottle. She heard what Sierra said?
Annie leans over toward Sierra. "Keith will be here soon." She pats her hand and adds, "And then I'll be the only one that's ignored."
Brady smiles at his sister. "You remember how this feels."
"I do, brother dear." Her smile fades. "Enjoy it."
He catches her chin in his hand. "It'll happen again, I'm sure of it."
Annie turns away, and I suspect there are tears in her eyes.
When we all have a drink in our hand, Brady raises his in a toast. "To mates."
Mates? Everything about my attraction clicks into place. Glass clinks as we all connect them. Brady's eyes never leave mine, and I say, "So the mate thing is
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