sex with Griffon thing. It popped into my head as the only way of saving you. Not that I want to ever think about my sister being with someone like that, because it’s just the grossest thought in the world.”
“Beg to differ.” I cough, and pulling Nyah back from him, I tuck her under my arm. “I thought it was pretty good actually.”
“Just pretty good?” Nyah questions, putting her hand on her hip and raising an eyebrow at me.
“Ok, enough. Seriously. Yuck.” Connor gags.
All three of us laugh and then fall silent.
“What happens now?” Nyah asks.
“I’ve got a job to do. Another messed up freak who needs to be taught a lesson. I guess it’s what I’m destined to do.” I shrug.
Nyah looks toward Connor for his answer to her question.
“Our parents are dead, and Malachi’s dead. We’re free and can do whatever we want,” Connor begins. “I’d like to hang around here for a bit. I’ve kind of met someone in the forest—she’s part human and part lion. It was a love-hate relationship at first, especially when she tried to eat me. Thankfully, she realized she could hear my thoughts, and we’ve become friends since.”
Connor looks out of the window, and following his gaze, I can see the snow is falling on a lioness standing off in the distance. She appears to be pacing with worry for her friend.
Connor continues, “Besides, I think this place could do with modernizing. It would make a great family home. It’s about time we got something out of our ancestor’s deal other than sorrow and death. We can’t change the past, but we can make the future positive. Will you stay with me, Nyah?”
Nyah looks between me and Connor.
“I…er… I don’t…” She hesitates.
“Or you could go with Griffon,” Connor encourages, and I really want to high five him. It’s what I hoped he’d suggest.
“Really?” she asks excitedly.
“Live, sister, and love…just don’t tell me too much about it. Do keep in touch, though.”
“I will. I promise, Connor.”
Nyah throws her arms around her brother and with sisterly affection thanks him for all he’s sacrificed for her. She then turns to face me.
“Is it ok if I come with you?”
“Hell yes.” I wrap my arm around her waist. “Once I finish the job Dominic wants done, I’m finding somewhere with a bed for us, and we’re not leaving it for a very long time.”
“I like the sound of that.” Nyah presses a kiss to my lips.
“La, la, la,” Connor chants, covering his ears with his hands as my intriguing woman and I disappear outside into the snowy winter wonderland.
The End
Also by Anna Edwards
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Anna Edwards is a British author from the depths of the rural countryside near London. When she has some spare time, she can also be found writing poetry, baking cakes (and eating them), or behind a camera snapping like a mad paparazzo. She’s an avid reader who turned to writing to combat her depression and anxiety. She has a love of traveling and likes to bring this to her stories to give them the air of reality. She likes her heroes hot and hunky with a dirty mouth, her heroines demure but with spunk, and her books full of dramatic suspense.
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Bearskin
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Blurb
He saved her from the wolves, but who’ll save her from him?
Carys is on the run from a wolfpack when she takes refuge in my cabin. She’s everything I crave after decades of solitude and pain, yet she doesn’t even know what she is.
Those aren’t wolves chasing her. Carys is no ordinary woman. And I’m no ordinary man.
Now the wolves are howling at my door, and the fight of my life is a fight for her.
A fight for my mate.
A fight to the death.
Chapter One
Carys
First, I fled from men.
With my baby in my arms, I flounder through snowdrifts, praying that the sun will rise over the hills. I’ve been running all night and the cold is so severe that it bites through my clothes, stings my ears and freezes the tears on my cheeks. After miles and miles of frozen ground, every bank of snow is starting to look as inviting as a feather bed, but I know if I lay down, Finley and I will never wake again.
Wolves were stalking among the cottages at night and killing the chickens and goats. The villagers took up pitchforks and drove me out.
The wolves want me, they said.
The women claim I’m a witch, and that I’ve lain