Dark Alpha's Claim
(Reaper Series, #1)
by Donna Grant
Blurb:
There is no escaping a Reaper. I am an elite assassin, part of a brotherhood that only answers to Death. And when Death says your time is up, I am coming for you...
My whole existence is based on taking what Death wants. Born to eliminate Fae guilty of unforgivable crimes, my reckless, wild nature makes me the perfect assassin to carry out Death's bidding. I've seen more sinister and violent dealings than anyone could ever imagine. But it was the sight of her face that stopped me cold. I've never wanted a woman-never mind a human-so badly; never felt my heart, hardened by death, burn brighter and hotter until it burst into flames. She is everything I desire. The kind of woman that compels you to stake your claim on her, to let the world know that she's yours. A Reaper saving her life will only attract danger, but I vow to protect her at all costs from the Fae that hunt her, and keep safe the woman who has claimed me, body and soul.
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Excerpt
The man exiting the library saw her but didn’t
hold the door open. She shook her head. Where were the men who held doors and
were still gentlemen? Apparently, they went the way of the dodo bird.
“Jerk,” she mumbled beneath her breath as she
entered the library.
As soon as she stepped inside, Jordyn smiled.
There was a special smell to a library. It was leather, wood, and the pages of
books.
She’d always had a love of books. The feel of
the weight of it in her hand, the smell of the pages, the words written that
could give her facts or take her off on a visual story.
Now wasn’t the time to wander the aisles
though. Jordyn walked up to the counter. “Excuse me. I have a book being held.”
“Your name?” the woman asked without turning
around.
Jordyn frowned at the back of her. It was like
the woman studied what a librarian should be and copied it from the tight bun,
the glasses, and the frumpy, plain clothes. “Jordyn Patterson.”
The woman looked at her watch. “With just a few
minutes to spare.” She bent and pulled out the book from the beneath the
counter and turned, setting it down beside her.
Jordyn was taken aback at the woman. She was
pretty with her dark hair and pale blue eyes. Not at all what she expected with
such a bitchy voice from the phone, or the image she got from the back of her
in her prim button-down, cardigan, and long, plaid skirt.
“Here,” she said, handing the card over to
Jordyn to sign out the book.
Once she filled it out, Jordyn pulled the book
into her arms. “Thanks for holding it.”
“You have two weeks. The book will need to be
returned then,” the librarian said as she met Jorydn’s gaze.
“Yep.” Jordyn turned her back on the woman and
rolled her eyes.
Had she been able to find the book online, she
wouldn’t have had to deal with the librarian from Hell. If the book held as
much information as Jordyn hoped it did, she was going to have to widen her
search for it, because a book like it belonged in her own library, not the
city’s, where no one would check it out.
Jordyn fought the urge to open the book as she
walked down the steps of the building. By the time she reached the bottom, her
will crumpled. She had it open and was flipping through pages in a heartbeat.
Her eyes scanned page after page as her brain
soaked up everything. Jordyn couldn’t wait to get home and begin making notes.
With her stomach rumbling again, Jordyn turned
to find some food when she ran into someone. Her shoulder was jarred so that
she nearly lost her hold on the book. “Sorry,” she said and looked up into the
most amazing silver eyes.
“Must be an interesting book,” he said.
She nodded, unable to find words for a moment.
The man was the most gorgeous person she’d ever seen. Her reaction to him was
instantaneous, earth-shattering.
He was mouth-wateringly gorgeous,
heart-stoppingly magnificent. His short coal black hair was wavy and full. Her
fingers itched to run through the locks and see if they felt as shiny as they
looked.
His beautiful face was lean and hard, with his
chiseled jaw and chin. Not to mention his wide, thin lips. His gaze was direct,
intense. Relentless.
While he sized her up, she let her gaze fall to
his chest. An olive green long-sleeved tee showed off broad shoulders and arms
that rippled with muscles. She imagined when he took off that shirt that he
would be toned and supple, with just the right amount of hard sinew. Black
jeans were slung low on his narrow hips with black boots completing his look.
“It is,” she finally answered when she looked
back up into his face.
“Fae, huh?” He glanced down at the page before
his silver eyes returned to hers.
His gaze was molten, holding her still and
making her blood heat. The desire, the yearning to have his lips on hers made
her heart skip a beat and her stomach flutter.
Jordyn had never felt such attraction before.
Another gust of wind hit her, but she didn’t feel the chill. Her body was too
heated.
That’s when she registered the Irish accent.
“Research.”
“Good luck with your research,” he said and
bowed his head.
Jordyn had the urge to stay and talk to him,
but her stomach growled, reminding her she had little time to get food and make
it back to the office. She reluctantly walked away from the handsome Irishman
to the pub down the street.
It was the first time in a long time that she actually
wanted to interact with a man, because the Irishman knocked her off her feet
with just a few words and an intense look from his silver eyes.
In no time, she had an order
of chips to go. With food in hand, she hailed another taxi and gobbled the grease-soaked
potatoes and flipped through the book. Though she found herself looking out her
window for another glimpse of the Irishman.
About the Author
She was born and raised in Texas but loves to travel. Her adventures have taken her throughout the United States as well as to Jamaica, Mexico, and Scotland. Growing up on the Texas/Louisiana border, Donna’s Cajun side of the family taught her the “spicy” side of life while her Texas roots gave her two-steppin’ and bareback riding.
Despite deadlines and voracious reading, Donna still manages to keep up with her two children, four cats, and one long haired Chihuahua.
You can find Donna at
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