The
Wolf of Kaliningrad
Sara
Wylde
Genre: Contemporary romance
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: May 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-943576-77-7
Word Count: 19k
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
How far will she go for her family?
Lola Carter’s addict brother
stole from the wrong man: the legendary Wolf of Kaliningrad, a scarred beast of
a man who shows no pity and no mercy. When her brother is taken captive by the
Wolf, Lola will do anything to save him. The Wolf offers to trade her life for
her brother’s…if she’ll marry the monster.
Only this is no beauty and the
beast tale. The Wolf is about to learn that Lola is a fierce adversary who can
be just as beastly when it comes to saving herself and claiming something she
wants more than anything else: her monster’s black heart.
Excerpt:
His suit was
Valentino.
She could tell
by the texture of the decadent fabric against her naked skin when he grabbed
her from behind. The leather of the gloved hand across her mouth was finely
made, butter-soft. Lola Carter didn’t even think of screaming. She knew who
held her, and no amount of screaming, begging, or crying could save her now.
Nothing, except
maybe the money she’d hidden in her dressing room.
“Do you know who
I am?” His voice was rough, like great boulders grinding against each other.
She nodded her
head as much as she was able. The man who held her, naked after her turn on
stage at the Pink Lagoon, was the mighty Wolf of Kaliningrad. He was a stone
cold killer with no heart, no mercy. His only god was power, and his communion
was money.
Money her
brother had stolen from him.
“Good.” His harsh whisper sent shivers down
her spine. “I take my hand away from your mouth, you won’t scream.” He slowly
removed his hand from her mouth.
She didn’t
scream. Didn’t so much as breathe deeply. Lola knew her life was in his hands.
“Lo. Hey, Lo?” a
voice called out. “You okay?”
She didn’t
hesitate. “Everything’s fine. Just taking a break in my dressing room.”
“Dressing room.”
A snort sounded. “Girl, you putting on airs.”
“It is my dressing
room. It locks. I have the key. It’s mine. But I’ll give it to you when I move
on to bigger and greener pastures,” she teased.
“Lola La Bang,
moving on to better things than the Pink Lagoon? Girl, I know you will. If only
so I get that dressing room. Don’t take too long,” Peaches Crème said as she
peeked around the corner. “Oh, you busy. I see.” Peaches flashed her a grin and
went out for her set on the stage.
“Dressing room.
Now.”
She shivered
again, suddenly hyperaware of the texture of his suit against her bare skin,
the sound of his voice like a touch itself.
Christ, what was
wrong with her? She was hot for this guy just because of the feel of his suit.
No, if she was honest, it was the leather gloves. Her utter vulnerability—had
to be the female version of a fear boner.
It just had to
be.
Lola led him
through the darkened hallways until they came to a couple of doors in the back.
It wasn’t really a dressing room, it was more like a large closet she’d
co-opted for herself. She didn’t have anywhere else to hide the money, so she’d
made a big show of requiring a dressing room. With the money she brought in to
the Pink Lagoon, Carl would let her do just about anything, as long as it made
him money instead of costing him.
And her little
closet she called a dressing room? Well, it didn’t cost him shit.
As soon as the
door closed, she reached to turn on the light, but his gloved hand closed over
hers.
“No lights.”
About
the Author:
Sara Wylde is the crackfic
contemporary pen name for PNR/UF author Saranna DeWylde. She rather imagines
that all the pen names live in the same dorm in her head and frequently have
discussions that look and sound something like an episode of Herman's Head. For
more information on other books by Sara, visit her website: www.sarawylde.com
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