Go to bed with Alpha shifter, Marcus Sterling
She was his; that was all there was to it, whether he actually liked her or not.
As Alpha to the Sterling wolfpack, Marcus Sterling is possessive of all things he deems as his - including Nocturnal Defense agent, Bridgette Barker. Problem is, Bridgette has no interest in belonging to the Alpha, especially considering she's tasked with bringing him in on alleged embezzlement charges. But Marcus is as stubborn as he is cocky and won't stop until he makes her his...
When Devon Phoenix, a nineteenth-century Englishman, becomes linked to his soul mate through the discovery of a buried family secret, he must do the impossible. His longing to pursue her demands he cross the centuries to present day. But his world is shaken to its core when he learns he must protect her from men he thought to be only myths. Drawn by her lineage, these men will go to great lengths to have her.
Out at a nightclub, Boston artist and history buff Elz Valli has no idea her grounded life is about to be uprooted. She encounters Devon and realizes this striking and intellectual warrior not only looks like the 12th Duke of Seton--he is. Consumed by the flames that engulf them, there is no turning back as Devon's presence in today's world ignites raging fires--both good and evil.
Though Devon's love is one that reaches through time, it is not without cost. Now he must decide if Elz is worth the price.
Two dead hearts beating to each other, beneath the moonlight and the snow. Ours was the fire that burnt the night, dancing to the slow rhythm of his thrusts, to desire. Dancing atop my best friend's grave, like a tribute of carnal pleasure. Dancing until we got blind. Blind to the shudder of his pale arms, towering over me. To the steaming sweat rolling from his chest, down onto mine. Blind to everything, and nothing. I clamped my thighs harder around his hips, forcing them to go faster. He thrusted like his life depended on it, oblivious of the harshening snow. I clawed my nails into his sides, tasting the blood, lending myself more strength. He was going too fast now. My breasts shook madly, whole body rocking like a ship in storm, in an ocean of flames. I thought he whispered my name, calling it like a prayer. Lost in the fatal moment, between vengeance and pain. This was his retribution. This was everything I never thought I wanted.
Being the human grandson of Thor, God of thunder, has been a curse.
When he was slain a thousand years ago, I was imbued with his thunder and given a mission: Go to Earth and send two hundred escaped Fallen Ones back to hell, or be the reason Thor stays dead forever.
A millennium later, I’m in London with only five Fallen Ones left to be destroyed before Thor can be resurrected. Living in the human world for so many years has poisoned me. Even Chloe, another descendant of the Gods, who was sent to help me, sees that I’m succumbing to the poison. I can’t waste time. If I don’t find the next Fallen One before it’s too late, the darkness he breathes into the underworld may ruin me for good.