Books | Lora Leigh

She reached for the zipper of his tactical vest. “Then stop talking, soldier.”

“Dane,” she breathed, her hand inching toward the plasma pistol under her desk.

Fractured Bond

“You’re bleeding,” she said.

Three weeks later, they stood on a cliff overlooking a hidden valley—a sanctuary for rogue Breeds and escaped experiments. The chip had been duplicated, distributed. The kill switch was dying. lora leigh books

Dane’s grip on the wheel tightened until the leather creaked. “And you’ve been hiding this for two years? Alone?”

“The Elders can go to hell.” He pressed a kiss to her temple. “It’s our pack now. Our rules.” She reached for the zipper of his tactical vest

“The Elders will call it an abomination,” she murmured.