Thirty and single? Getcha ass to the Gathering!
Ugh. Gabriella Wickham thought turning thirty was bad enough, but now she's been invited (ordered) to attend this year's Gathering (werewolf speed dating). Having a Mark on her arm means that she's one of the few human women destined to mate with not one, but two Alpha werewolves. Thank goodness werewolves don't come in "ugly." After her sister Scarlet mates the Ruling Alphas, things really start to get interesting. Gabby runs into not one, but two hotter than hot werewolves who make her tingle in all the right places. Yum. Of course, "yum" comes with baggage of both the mental and female kind. Lovely. Luckily it's nothing a few punches and a good talking to can't cure. Maybe...-ish.
Berke Davis and Jack Wright know that lush, curvaceous Gabriella is their mate. Who cares that they're currently not part of an Alpha pair? Details, details. Burke has been half bound to his best friend Jack since they were four, but the past keeps them from solidifying their pairing and taking up the mantle of Alpha. Berke understands his friend's feelings, but Jack is about to get a lesson on living and loving. Berke just hopes the lessons are learned before they both lose Gabriella. Especially when she is Challenged by a rival to first blood...a Challenge that could end in very permanent, and deadly, consequences...for Gabriella.
Book #1 - Scarlet ----- Book #2 - Gabriella ----- Book #3 - Whitney
Low chimes filled the air and then the shift of bodies relocating replaced the gentle sounds. Oh, look, time for the Alpha Pairs to move on to the next "lucky" (she almost snorted) lady.
Gabby sighed as she saw her next two potential mates approach.
They weren't bad looking, like, at all. It seemed shifters didn't come in ugly. Nope, they were all tall, muscular and gorgeous. While she, Gabriella Wickham, was short, plump and rather ordinary. Good thing a big part of mating was based on her Mark's reaction and not the men's attraction to her.
She sighed and was thankful her sisters couldn't read her thoughts. They'd spent her entire life bitching at her about her Debbie Downer attitude when it came to men. They kept trying to convince her that men could love her just the way she was, big butt and all.
The two newcomers slid into the seats across from her, all predatory smiles and leers. God, were wolves this hard up that they were looking at her with sex on the brain?
Pasting on a purely fake smile, she held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Gabriella Wickham. My friends call me Gabby."
Knowing what was coming, she kept her expression frozen in place. The first guy didn't even bother to introduce himself. Nope, he gently gripped her hand and brought it to his lips. Actually, his nose. The first time it'd happened she'd nearly swooned at the seductive gesture. She'd thought the wolf was going to brush a kiss across her knuckles like some gallant man of old. As if. The guys were really taking a good whiff to see if she belonged to them.
He turned her hand over and slid his nose along her inner-wrist, sending chilly air rushing over her skin. The seductive light in his eyes instantly dimmed.
Yeah, she could have told him she didn't belong to them.