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Having your throat cut has a way of changing a girl…so does being bitten by one of your two lovers. Luscious and curvy, that's what they called me as they shared me. Jericho behind me, his viking-huge hands on my hips, and Colt in front of me, his muscular thighs parted, generously saluting, taking what was his with a hand fixed in my fiery red hair.… So my fiancé had cheated. Who cares. Well, I'd cared. For months. His betrayal had eaten me alive, filling me with resentment fueled rage. I'd stopped seeing beyond the past at the cost of the present and the future. My life was stuck. Black Wolf Mountain was my answer. So, I went, leaving everyone I knew and loved behind as I searched for myself in the wilderness. Instead, death found me lying in a bed soaked with my own blood. But death is no match for a wolf…not my wolves. But what about me? Is there more to me than death can take? Is there enough of me for two to love?
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