Three Hours
(Seven Series, Bk # 5)
By Dannika Dark
By Dannika Dark
Destiny will find you
Naya James is a confident woman who also happens to be an exotic dancer. She doesn’t care if people judge her, just so long as they don’t disrespect her. Life has been good, but when two dancers from her club are kidnapped, Naya puts her life on the line to uncover the truth.
Wheeler is the black sheep of the family, evident from his extensive tattoo collection to his dark personality. Nothing like his twin brother, Ben, who can do no wrong. Wheeler’s pack loyalty is put to the test when Austin orders him to act as a bodyguard for a woman he’s despised for years—one who presses his buttons every chance she gets.
A dark secret unravels, uniting two enemies and threatening to fracture the brotherhood of the pack. A tortured soul, a violent past, a fiery romance, and a shocking twist that will leave you breathless.
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Excerpt
I
leaned forward and gripped the top of the chair on either side of his head. “I
don’t like this situation any more than you do, but I’ve never had anyone speak
to me this way. I don’t form unhealthy friendships with people, but this isn’t
exactly a friendship. I need a bodyguard, and neither of us seems to have any
choice in the matter. So let’s just play nice, okay?”
leaned forward and gripped the top of the chair on either side of his head. “I
don’t like this situation any more than you do, but I’ve never had anyone speak
to me this way. I don’t form unhealthy friendships with people, but this isn’t
exactly a friendship. I need a bodyguard, and neither of us seems to have any
choice in the matter. So let’s just play nice, okay?”
His
eyes glided down my neck and settled between my breasts. Wheeler’s pupils
widened and, my God, I needed to get away from him. The closer I got, the more
I picked up his heady scent. Wheeler was the opposite of the refined men in my
life—powerful men with expensive clothes and imported cologne. Most were
shorter or had a leaner frame than his medium build. Something began to
culminate between us that I knew he must have felt, because he didn’t have a
comeback. I wondered how it would feel to have those inked arms wrapped around
my body, for the bristles on his face to scratch against my stomach as he laved
my breast with his tongue. Would his hands feel as rough as they looked? Was he
a gentle lover or animalistic?
eyes glided down my neck and settled between my breasts. Wheeler’s pupils
widened and, my God, I needed to get away from him. The closer I got, the more
I picked up his heady scent. Wheeler was the opposite of the refined men in my
life—powerful men with expensive clothes and imported cologne. Most were
shorter or had a leaner frame than his medium build. Something began to
culminate between us that I knew he must have felt, because he didn’t have a
comeback. I wondered how it would feel to have those inked arms wrapped around
my body, for the bristles on his face to scratch against my stomach as he laved
my breast with his tongue. Would his hands feel as rough as they looked? Was he
a gentle lover or animalistic?
The
ropes of muscle in his arms were taut from the tight grip he had on the
armrests of the chair.
ropes of muscle in his arms were taut from the tight grip he had on the
armrests of the chair.
Oh, no. This couldn’t be happening.
My
cell phone rang and snapped me out of my fantasies. I stood up and put my hands
on my hips. “I have a feeling that before this is all over, we’re going to end
up killing each other.”
cell phone rang and snapped me out of my fantasies. I stood up and put my hands
on my hips. “I have a feeling that before this is all over, we’re going to end
up killing each other.”
A
sardonic smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Now that sounds like fun.”
sardonic smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Now that sounds like fun.”
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About the Author
This is the segment where you learn a little more about who I am, so here's what I can tell you: I drink copious amounts of vitamin water placed precariously close to my laptop while writing. These are two healthy habits I have no intention of breaking. I'm a transplant living in the south, but I was born in the 70's to a military dad who moved us around the world.
When I'm not writing (which is all the time), I'm hunting down Indie music, watching movies, reading, eating Tex-Mex, discovering new ways to humiliate myself bowling, and burning up my laptop battery on the Internet. I have a relaxed, easy-going personality and don't like drama. I live with a cat who thinks she is a dog, or a goat (she eats plastic, so I'm not sure which).
Throughout my life, I've had insomnia. Counting sheep never worked and eventually I would imagine those sheep were the sole source of food after an apocalyptic battle where only thousands survived. I made up stories in a futile attempt to bore myself to sleep. The problem was, I got so wrapped up in my "head stories" that I would continue them through the following nights, changing it up each time to make it more exciting. Eventually, I started writing my ideas down - creating short stories, and then I discovered my love for poetry.
It's almost embarrassing how many spiral notebooks and stacks of paper I have of poetry and lyrics.
Another passion: digital art. I design all my book covers, marketing, and series art. I'm a very visual person and pursued photography as an avid hobby for many years.
I am not a YA author (I feel like I have to state this only because I've had a few people ask), but I think it's wonderful there are so many books available to teens in Urban Fantasy and Paranormal.
I am finally doing what I have always wanted to do: giving my characters a pulse through writing full time. I focus on adult urban fantasy romance, but I don't like labels and I enjoy blending genres to break out of the confines of predictability.
But it's what I love to do.
Danni
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