Lone wolf Donovan Wilde barely acknowledged his McKenna family legacy until Laurel Newkirk found him in the deep Wisconsin woods. Laurel claimed to have had a relationship with 'Donovan Wilde,' but this Donovan was stronger, sexier than the impostor who ran out on her. Suddenly Donovan finds himself yearning not only for love, but when his father is attacked, for family. He finally might be ready to be a McKenna, but would his family welcome him now? Would the impostor ruin it all for him by killing the woman he loved?
Excerpt:
Prologue
Twenty years before
Moonlight scattered shadows across the narrow path as he thrashed his way through the ice-encrusted woods, but he was heedless of threat, knowing only that he had to get away. Had to. He …show more content…
Until sweat slicked his skin beneath the parka.
Until his legs pumped his boots right through the crust, landing him in nearly two feet of snow.
Sides heaving, he gasped for breath. Eyes wide, he gazed at the surrounding territory, foreign and forbidding. Skeletal trees loomed overhead, ice-cloaked limbs outstretched like bony arms waiting to entrap him.
Aa-wooo...
The ghostly sound out of nowhere — and everywhere — spurred him to get up. The cloying white powder devoured his legs with each step, only allowed him inches instead of feet. Should have taken his snowshoes, but then he wouldn’t have gone so fast.
How far?
He didn’t recognize a thing, had never actually been alone in the woods before. Mom was gonna kill him. If she found him. He swallowed hard. How many miles from the road? Might as well be a zillion as a couple.
His chest squeezed tighter.
He was lost...
Not that he wanted to go back. Not with him there. He wasn’t afraid, definitely not afraid. He was starting to get cold. His teeth began to chatter and his skin pebbled against his damp clothes. Snow still enveloped his legs, and now a burst of wind slapped at his bare
Excerpt:
Prologue
Twenty years before
Moonlight scattered shadows across the narrow path as he thrashed his way through the ice-encrusted woods, but he was heedless of threat, knowing only that he had to get away. Had to. He …show more content…
Until sweat slicked his skin beneath the parka.
Until his legs pumped his boots right through the crust, landing him in nearly two feet of snow.
Sides heaving, he gasped for breath. Eyes wide, he gazed at the surrounding territory, foreign and forbidding. Skeletal trees loomed overhead, ice-cloaked limbs outstretched like bony arms waiting to entrap him.
Aa-wooo...
The ghostly sound out of nowhere — and everywhere — spurred him to get up. The cloying white powder devoured his legs with each step, only allowed him inches instead of feet. Should have taken his snowshoes, but then he wouldn’t have gone so fast.
How far?
He didn’t recognize a thing, had never actually been alone in the woods before. Mom was gonna kill him. If she found him. He swallowed hard. How many miles from the road? Might as well be a zillion as a couple.
His chest squeezed tighter.
He was lost...
Not that he wanted to go back. Not with him there. He wasn’t afraid, definitely not afraid. He was starting to get cold. His teeth began to chatter and his skin pebbled against his damp clothes. Snow still enveloped his legs, and now a burst of wind slapped at his bare