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“Take it back, Killian,” I growled, grabbing him by the nape and leaning in.
“Make me.”
“I just might.” I took his earlobe between my teeth, and he shuddered in pleasure.
“Marry me,” I blurted, well before I had planned to tonight. I’d written a beautiful speech where I told him how deep my love for him ran and how I couldn’t live without him being mine.
“What?” he asked, backing away and staring at me.
“You heard me, Killian. Marry me. I love you so much I can barely see straight, and I need you by my side.”
“You really want to get married?”
He seemed so bewildered. Like he couldn’t believe I’d want this.
“Don’t you?”
“Well, yeah. You are literally the man of my dreams and have been since I was a teenager. Of fucking course, I want to marry you.”
That bubble of terror in my chest popped and dissipated. Thank fuck.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring box I’d been carrying around the last few days, afraid I’d forget it when the time came.
“So, marry me, yeah? Be mine forever.”
Killian’s eyes found mine, and he smiled so bright, I knew this was the perfect moment. We’d love each other for the rest of our lives, make music, make a life, make our own family right here in Sunrise.
He kissed me, not even looking at the ring, before murmuring one word against my lips and making me whole. “Yes.”
About the Author
USA Today bestselling author Kim Loraine was raised a Navy brat but spent most of her life growing up in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. A proper Washingtonian, she's addicted to coffee, doesn't let a little rain ruin her day, and thinks the sun is a gift from God. When not chasing her three little minions around, Kim spends her time writing, reading, and binge watching Doctor Who.
Werewolves Save a Kitten
A WERE-GEEKS NOVELLA
KATHY LYONS
CHAPTER 1
It’s Raining What?
Yordan Basch had ten seconds warning before alligators started raining from the sky. That wasn’t a euphemism but the literal truth. Reptiles up to ten feet long blew through the air from a low-charge grenade shoved into a swamp mound that turned out to be a gator nest.
His warning was Fuse’s sly grin. He’d seen that at the same moment he’d watched the man hightail it in the opposite direction from the two-foot-high mound of muck. Thankfully, the idiot wasn’t so stupid that he’d endangered their combat pack of five werewolves plus one new puppy. They comprised one of Wulf, Inc.’s seven combat packs, existing to fight paranormal threats throughout the world. Why it fell to the wolves to do the violent work was a question left to the historians. Yordan was more of an it’s-fun-to-blow-shit-up kind of guy.
Or rather, it’s fun to watch when someone else—in this case, Fuse—lit up a gator mound. Though the moron had picked the wrong mound to make go boom.
Everyone else had been cleaning up camp in preparation for “maneuvers” in the Florida swampland. What they were really doing was seeing how well the pack functioned when swamp goo clogged up their noses and sucked down their paws. But all that planning was destroyed now as big reptiles went flying through the air.
Yordan dove behind the New Guy’s (NG) truck, and he couldn’t stop a grin. Fuse was from Wyoming and thought he’d just lit up a big mound of nothing. The guy didn’t know a gator nest from a termite mound. The look on Fuse’s face when he realized he’d sent alligators flying was one Yordan would cherish until the day he died.
Meanwhile, reptiles were dropping everywhere, including into the back of the NG’s flatbed. Most of them were stunned, but that didn’t last long. The situation was bad enough, but everyone—including Fuse and Yordan—was now covered in a thick layer of swamp tar, and the culprit was laughing so hard, he’d fallen to his knees in the spongy marsh.
Well, both culprits because Yordan might have encouraged the planting of said grenade into someplace surprising. He just hadn’t thought Fuse would be stupid enough to put it in a gator nest.
Dumb, dumb, dumb. But it sure was funny as hell, and he might have been laughing too as he leaned against the truck.
