A Vampire’s Fate
When wolf shifter and dedicated nurse Rosalie Gauthier returns to her town to take on the leadership of her pack after her father’s illness, her birthright is challenged a tyrannic rival, and marriage to a powerful vampire is her only option to save her family’s legacy.
Bound by honor to his lifetime oath to protect the alpha of the Domaine-Lassalle pack, Mount-Royal Immortal Renaud St-Amand’s duty turns out a whole lot more complicated when he is hit with love at first sight for the future female leader on the day of their arranged marriage.
If you love loyal tough guys with hearts, satisfying slow-burn paranormal romance and safe Happily Ever Afters, the Black Oak World is for you.
So, you’ll let her fight?” His brother Griff asked.
“Calvaire! No.” Ren jolted with dread at the idea of Rosalie facing that brute Bouchard in combat. “I’m the one who should fight this trial. I’m the Gauthiers’ protector, not just her husband.”
“Shit, man,” Cass suddenly lifted a concerned brow as he set his drink aside. “This is your wedding night. Shouldn’t you be with her right now?”
“I’m sleeping on the couch.”
“Dude.” Cass shot him a pained expression.
“Yeah,” he rasped as longing took hold of him.
His breathing deepened and he imagined how he could slide between his sheets next to her enticing body and explore every curve he should be calling his. Take her as she cried his name in the depth of passion.
“So, you haven’t…” Griff started. “Never?”
“No.” He cleared his throat and dug his nails into his palm, not wanting to discuss the matter further.
“Don’t you want to, though,” Griff said. “She’s quite attractive.”
“Dude, she’s his wife.”
“Well, apparently not,” Griff retorted.
“Not in that sense, no,” Ren huffed.
“Why the hell not?” Griff picked the crushed can from the deck and passed it to Cass who had started to pick up the empty drinks.
“Well,” Ren started, “first I barely know her. And second, she has a boyfriend.”
“Ex,” Cass corrected, dropping the dead beer cans into the brown paper bag marked with the logo of the Fortins’ grocery store.
“Whatever,” Ren said.
“So, you two will just like, live together. But…nothing?” Griff asked.
“That’s the plan,” Ren acknowledged. “This is a fake marriage. We’ll just divorce in a couple of years.”
“Fucking messed-up plan,” Griff smirked.
Author Bio:I have always been - and likely always will be - a writer.I have led a very long life in a less-than-imagined amount of years. From childhood abuse to earning my blackbelt; from living in my car to living at the Four Seasons; from having 4 jobs at once to being unemployed with two college degrees; to losing my loved ones and winning my life.
One of Life's greatest joys for me is my dog (or any dog really). My beast's name is Asher and he's a gorgeous 100lb lap dog.
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