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Thrust into an unknown world that had only lived in myth, Tracy Evans finds herself mated to a werewolf, Protector of innocents, and on the hit list of an ancient witch. Excerpt: "I am not property." Tracy said calmly hiding the break in her heart and the pain in her chest, "I refused to be used." Jonathan put one hand against a bookcase and placed another behind her. Crowding Tracy against the shelves he growled, "I own you." "Really? I don't see 'Property of Douche Bag' written anywhere." Tracy said with heavy sarcasm. His delicious scent tickled her nose and his heat drew her body but she held firm refusing to melt into him. Jonathan dropped his heavy gaze to the rapid pulse beating visible on her neck. He traced a large finger over the spot where a mate's mark would be placed causing her to shiver. "That can be rectified." he said seductively. "Try it and I'll muzzle you." Tracy snapped. Jonathan's green eyes darkened to almost black at her denial. He grabbed her by her throat, elongating his teeth. Tracy chuckled causing his eyes to snap to hers. "You shouldn't have done that." she said as her clear grey eyes turned to burning silver, "You really shouldn't have."
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