Shifter and Spice: A Clan Conroy Duology (Clan Conroy Brides Book 4) by Emma Alisyn

Author:Emma Alisyn [Alisyn, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Hard Candies Publishing
Published: 2017-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

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Rebekah screamed when the male grabbed her, and threw her coffee in his face. Screamed more because it was a solid defensive strategy designed to attract attention, because she knew there was a chance Daamin might hear her even if he wasn't expecting her and come investigate, and because her voice in the assailant's ear would just plain hurt.

She took off toward the converted warehouse at a dead run, using the few seconds of the male's distraction to get a head start. He'd catch her, of course, if he wasn't human. But any time she could buy could be the difference between freedom and whatever the kidnapper had planned.

“Daamin!” she hollered at the top of her breath just as she was tackled from behind. Of course, the incident with the twins went through her mind, but only long enough for the memory to just skim her consciousness- she was too busy trying to keep from getting hauled off.

Cruel hands jerked her off her feet. She aimed her nails at the vulnerable parts of his face as a deafening roar announced the presence of a shifter.

Daamin.

The male holding her cursed viciously, as a night black Bear tore down the street, his weight sending shocks through the pavement. Rebekah was flung away and the male turned, trying to flee, but Daamin was on him.

“Don't kill him!” she yelled.

The Bear stood on its hind legs, human in its claws, and threw the male against a nearby building. The male slumped to the ground, head cracking against the pavement and the van screeched away, tires leaving tracks. The Bear stalked his prey, fangs bared in glistening menace. Rebekah pushed to her feet, clutching her side as a cramp clenched her uterus. “Daamin, forget that, I need to sit.”

She stumbled to the curb, needing to sit down now. Minutes later a male crouched at her side, wrapping an arm around her back and another under her knees, lifting.

“Are you hurt?” he demanded.

“Not really- at least I don't think so.” The cramp was gone and everything felt... normal.

“I'll call an ambulance.” His strides crossed ground in record-breaking time. She felt like she was in a slow-moving car, he moved so fast.

“No, just bring Asiane.”

Inside the studio, Daamin found her a couch and set her down, an employee appearing a little later with a blanket and another hot drink. The man introduced himself as Logan. “Daamin told me what happened. You okay?”

“I'm fine. Is Asiane coming?”

“He was on the phone with her. He won't let us call the police.”

Rebekah nodded, mouth tight. She didn't think he would. If this was Den business, human police couldn't become involved anyway.

Daamin entered the room a moment later, clad only in jeans, not even buttoned, feet bare. He sat on the couch and gathered her into his arms.

“You're naked,” she said against his chest.

He said nothing, arms tightening.

Rebekah looked up. “Daamin-”

“Don't speak. I'm very angry. Just... don't say anything.”

She began to glance away and a hand clamped around the back of her neck.

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