What does he have to do to convince her?
Alicia loves working with gems but she’s not so great with people. When Maximilian requests her help to search for the Tears of the Queen she wants to say no. Those precious stones are nothing more than a legend and she doesn’t want to go on a wild goose chase.
Max needs Alicia’s help and time is of the essence. He isn’t the only one looking for the Tears and if they fall into the wrong hands, humanity could be enslaved.
Their first meeting is like mixing oil with water. They are strong, opinionated, driven and they both think they are right. The chemistry is instantaneous, a surprise to them both, and they discover that work might not be the only thing they have in common. The only problem is Max has a very big secret that he doesn’t want to share…
Publisher’s Note: This steamy shifter romance contains elements of fantasy, action and adventure and power exchange.
Great googly moogly this was fun to write. I loved Max. Here’s something that I hope you like.
“I swear you had me come out to this Godforsaken place on purpose.” His smug attitude angered her.
“What Godforsaken place?” He glanced around before looking back at her.
She took in her surroundings. Just ahead was the beginning of the richest section of the city. Large homes on lots of land. He took her a different way on purpose. Alicia turned back and glared at him.
“Hey, I gave you the shortest route, just like you asked me to.”
He was right. She had asked for the shortest route and didn’t know this section of the city that well.
“Fine.” She gripped her steering wheel hard. “Where to?”
“Up that hill.” He peered inside her car. “Want to give me a ride?”
She wanted to say no. Gazing up into his face, she almost did. “Climb in.”
He walked around her car and stood next to the passenger door. One of his brows arched when he waited a little longer than he should for her to unlock it.
Alicia sighed and hit the button. It swung open in seconds. The leather bucket seat squeaked under his weight. The scent of wood and something all male surrounded her. The close confines of the car closed in on her.
“I didn’t think you were going to open the door.” His words were cut off when she hit the gas. The door clanged as it bounced against the frame. “If you’d slow down for just a second I’ll close that pesky door.”
She bit the side of her cheek to keep from laughing. The soft flesh grinding against her teeth helped her maintain control. “I’m being a bit of a bitch, aren’t I?”
“I wouldn’t have used those words, but I won’t argue with you.” He winked at her. “Straight up the hill, Miss Braswell.”
She didn’t know whether to laugh or get angry. He definitely got under her skin, but she wasn’t sure why. The man was attractive in a dark sort of way. Dark clothes, dark hair, welltanned. The type of man she couldn’t trust.
His clean-shaven look surprised her. The hint of an aftershave mixed with the wood scent. A goatee would fit his particular persona. So would a pitchfork.