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A legendary warrior and a lethal lieutenant’s battle for control.

Winter
I am nobody’s sweetheart.
Being the daughter of the chief has a few perks—people know my name, and they leave me alone. Better yet, they fear me.
But no one seems to have told Alpha Lieutenant Bathilde this. He looks at me like I’m more than what I am.
And what I am is angry, cold, and deadly. 

Basil
I am a sucker for punishment.
It took decades for me to earn my own command, even if my squad of warriors are a bunch of delinquents.
But when the most notorious—and most beautiful—warrior holds me at sword point after a battle, it complicates my priorities.
I rethink how we protect our country, and I need her help to change it.


This low-stakes cozy fantasy romance is packed with sass, charm, and sex. Be swept away into a magical world filled with tropes you’ll obsess over.
*He falls first.
*Reverse Grumpy/Sunshine.
*She threatens to kill anyone who touches her.
*Nice guy.
*Forced Proximity.
*HEA guaranteed.

Note: This is a fan-fiction of spin-off from Wooing the Alpha. I couldn't help myself!

excerpt

Everything vibrated with spent adrenaline. A random group of orcs dropped into the mountain range. It was the fifth random crossover in a month, and they grew more frequent. I didn’t like it. 

The orcs destroyed a lot of land and natural resources, although thankfully, they hadn’t wandered into any villages. Hadn’t hurt any people. That’s why I ran head-first into them, and they didn’t see me coming until too many of them fell. 

One almost trampled me, and I haven’t been able to suppress the jacked-up feeling that made me shake for so long.

I trampled into the trees and paced, and I swore that the traces of gingerbread men lingered among them. Searching for the tell-tale trap, I found one fifteen yards away. A fat brown hare hung in its grasp. 

Basil was here somewhere. Why did that make me nervous?

I unlatched the game and circled the grounds. Fallen trees and pulverized rock made for a jagged loop, but I caught him bent over the second trap. His long limbs gracefully and efficiently freed his catch before he stood and turned to me. That smile threatened me in so many ways.

“You.” I held up the hare and shrugged. 

“Hey, sweetheart. I was hoping I’d see you again.” The way he looked at me tightened my ribs. 

It was exactly the same as I remembered it. Why did he look at me like that?

I shook my head and searched for the other traps.

Basil stood and closed the distance between us, his molasses and nutmeg scent growing stronger behind me. “No sword to my throat today?”

That southern drawl in my ear made me step to the side. But his happiness at my presence had me squirming. “Where are the others?”

“You’re really not a fan of intimacy, are you?” He was teasing me, the same humor glinting in his light blue eyes that Newt had when he teased me, but the jab tore deeper than he intended.

The bubble popped, and cold filtered back in. Adrenaline petered out, and I gestured him on. “No.”

His features scrunched, and he must have noticed the change.

I avoided the sympathy or pity or whatever soft emotion took him over and charged toward the likeliest path for his next trap.

Basil followed me until I found it. And when I bent to free it, he said, “I didn’t mean anything by it, sweetheart.”

My shoulders rolled and tightened. The squirrel came away easily in my grip, and I stood with a deep breath. “Nobody ever does.”

When I turned to him, that exuberant joy had deflated, and he nodded. Somehow, the look still made my insides warm in fractions. We harvested another four animals, and Basil followed me to my campsite.

I chopped the fallen wood from the destruction and built a fire as he butchered the game. Although half of the time, I was sure he watched me instead.

The weight of his gaze touched me more profoundly than the way others’ attention did. This mystery was enough of a distraction that I sat next to him on the log, much closer than we’d begun last time, and I helped him butcher the animals he’d caught.

I wished the monotony following a battle would settle the same kind of numbness inside me that it used to. Instead, the sucking cold made me survey the grounds and the other wolves gathering the fallen trees to utilize for their bonfires. I was glad they wanted to clean up the destruction as much as I did. Trying to minimize it by barreling in first didn’t work as well as I wished.

At least, we kept them from tromping into Lake Anakee and the Halsien clan.

A foil bundle sat beside Basil, and I knocked him in the knee with the pommel of my dagger. “What’s that?”

“A surprise. A treat for after dinner.” That sparkling joy rekindled in his bright blue gaze. “My sister made it for us.”​

A complete fourteen-part spicy paranormal romance serial.

Thirteen Clans. Thirteen Males. One prize.

Winter Jarl is the most notorious female warrior of her species. Her father is chief, and he’s dying, so he’s cashed in on a promise she made long ago: he’s setting her up with an alpha from each of the thirteen clans before she takes over his position.

Sentenced to a year of isolation, she will spend twenty-eight-days alone with each man. By the end of it, Winter must choose one to stand beside her. 

The challenge? She must be in love to produce an heir. 
 
Cycle One: Chasing Winter

When Winter's oath comes due, she isn't ready to give up her freedom, her body, or her future. Too bad her nature won't be doing her any favors.
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Thunder is young and inexperienced and the first to encounter Winter Jarl’s deadly sexuality. But he's got a bucket list of positions he wants to take her in, and he's willing to face her wrath just to check each one off.

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Autumn Lishky is a quiet, little woman with a big, loud imagination, and a dirty one at that.  Living in the Oklahoma City area, she has worked various jobs from pizza delivery girl to night host at a funeral home, but no matter the nature of her income, she is always lost in a world of fantastic sex.
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