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Sasha
I’m prey. Weak little helpless prey. At least, that’s what I let the wild men in Wilde’s End think. I haven’t trusted them one bit since I’ve been stranded here, and after Lynx tries to kill me, I know my instincts were correct.
At least until I’m forced to spend more time with the machete-wielding animal. He’s got a past he won’t talk about, and a protective streak that anyone else would find suffocating.
Anyone but me.
And when he extends that protection to me, it feels better than I expect it to.
I still want out of The End, but maybe I can have a little fun first.
Lynx
I’m a predator. When I was young, I promised myself that no one would ever get past my defenses again. People call me scary and unhinged, but they can think what they like so long as my town is safe.
The influx of outsiders to Wilde’s End already had me on edge, and then in stumbles Sasha. A small, weak, walking tragedy. I have no idea how he's survived this long, but something about him calls to me. Everything from his pretty eyes to the way he bites back at me and fights battles he has no chance of winning.
I’d assumed he was prey.
But the more I push, the more I feel like I'''m the one being hunted.
Genre: Romance
I’m prey. Weak little helpless prey. At least, that’s what I let the wild men in Wilde’s End think. I haven’t trusted them one bit since I’ve been stranded here, and after Lynx tries to kill me, I know my instincts were correct.
At least until I’m forced to spend more time with the machete-wielding animal. He’s got a past he won’t talk about, and a protective streak that anyone else would find suffocating.
Anyone but me.
And when he extends that protection to me, it feels better than I expect it to.
I still want out of The End, but maybe I can have a little fun first.
Lynx
I’m a predator. When I was young, I promised myself that no one would ever get past my defenses again. People call me scary and unhinged, but they can think what they like so long as my town is safe.
The influx of outsiders to Wilde’s End already had me on edge, and then in stumbles Sasha. A small, weak, walking tragedy. I have no idea how he's survived this long, but something about him calls to me. Everything from his pretty eyes to the way he bites back at me and fights battles he has no chance of winning.
I’d assumed he was prey.
But the more I push, the more I feel like I'''m the one being hunted.
Genre: Romance
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