Taming The Alpha — Adriana Hunter

When you're the Alpha Male there are certain things that are expected of you, and finding a suitable mate is at the top of the list. For Jax, a powerful and dangerous werewolf, that's not so easy because the one woman he's deeply attracted to is a girl that will never be accepted by the pack. A woman that he can't seem to get out of his head. A first for him.

Beautiful, curvy Nikki Avery hates her job at the local strip club, but she's struggling just to get by. Her dream of ever finding a decent guy worth loving shattered as night after night she stands before a crowd of drunken men, their jeers and catcalls burning a hole in her heart. To make things worse, there's a killer on the loose, stalking the dancers, waiting to attack. 

But when a handsome stranger appears at the club, his dangerous, feral presence commanding attention, the sexual charge between them is so strong that she can barely breathe, Nikki finds herself swept into a world she never dreamed existed. A world where nothing is as it seems and once she enters, there is no turning back.

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As the music stopped and she stood, looking up, eyes sliding over the tables of hooting men, the same every night, all turned on by the fantasy she created. The lights were hot and blinding, but through them she saw him. Or she thought she did, hoped she did. Her heart skipped a beat.

Tall, black hair, staring right at her. Again. He'd been there for three nights running and she'd hoped he'd be standing there tonight, watching her. She could never find him while she danced and she didn't want to. But when she was finished, she'd look up and there he'd be. Their eyes would meet and for a brief moment all the noise and smells and chaos of the club would fade.

Nikki had no idea who he was, or what he did to her, but he took her breath away. And it bothered her that she even noticed him at all, that she'd started looking for him. Customers weren't supposed to turn into anything other than money in her pocket. Getting attached to one meant trouble. She'd seen it happen all around her and she knew better. 

But for the last three nights, by the time she'd gotten dressed and came back out on the floor, he'd be gone. While there were always regulars in the club, guys who came just to see here, she'd never missed them if they weren't there and she never went searching for them, anticipated seeing them...wanted to see them. She never let herself care. Caring was too dangerous.