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Keeping Her (Keeping Her, #1) by Kelly LucilleA Contemporary Erotic Romance with a shape shifting Alpha Male trained as a Navy SEAL and the short curvaceous artist who drives him crazy.
Book 1 of the Keeping Her series
Demon and Clytie Jones
At 28, Clytie Persephone Jones has reinvented herself into exactly what she wants to be. She changed her name, put herself through school, and is taking chances on a risky art career. She’s not looking for marriage; she doesn’t need anyone to run her life for her. What she yearns for is passion. She wants to burn under a man’s touch. A lukewarm simmer won’t cut it. She’s holding out for the real thing.
Demon is a Wolf Shifter. A seven-foot tall x-Navy SEAL, with no name but his call sign. Banding together with other outcast shifters and rogues for safety and the first real brotherhood he has known, he asks for nothing in life but the protection and solvency of his self-made “pack.”
Neither of them expects the connection that flares so fast between them. Clytie wants time to get to know him. Demon figures he’ll just bring her right home into his bed and keep her there.
Can she deal with both the reality of an Alpha shape-shifter and the danger presented by Demons past?
This story contains explicit sex.
A step from her porch, ferns big enough to classify as palms stood with coconut trees and tropical blooms to form a solid wall of green. Kites, bullfinches and cuckoos met the sun each morning with raucous calls and bright fluttering wings. Everywhere you looked on the island hummed with life. After two years, she could honestly say it still delighted her. Working and living on a private Caribbean island for the super-rich had few drawbacks as far as she could see. But a huge benefit was the use of a small cabin on the beach and the privacy to appreciate it.
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