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Wow, I can't believe it, but Alpha in Hiding is available for pre-order through Amazon!

 

It releases August 29th, but you can order now and have it at 12:01am EST on the day of release! Check it out here.

Blurb:

It’s tough being the Alpha’s daughter. Emily Prescott spends half her life helping to manage the pack’s business and the other half putting horny he-wolves in their place. When her father sends her on a mission to bring a weak wolf into his shifter side, it seems like just another pain in her ass—until her bitch perks up and takes notice.

Seth has spent years fighting to keep his wolf at bay, but something about Emily brings out the animal in him. Wild sex with Emily turns into an uncontrollable urge to mate her and make her his. But Emily needs a strong mate—someone who can dominate and defend her. If weak, geeky Seth wants to woo her, he has some changing to do.

Excerpt:

Disgust curled Emily’s upper lip. Used tissues, partially eaten pizza crusts and a random selection of cereal boxes adorned what she assumed was the coffee table. A precarious pile of dirty glasses and plates sat next to the table like a new domestic version of Jenga. Clothes lay haphazardly on the furniture and floor. The grime coating the window she peered through did nothing to mask the slobbish mess laid out in front of her. What the hell had her father gotten her into?

She turned from the window and stepped away from the house. Her cell phone was in her hands and she was dialing before she’d taken two steps. Her anger spiked. There was no fucking way she could do this. No matter what her father offered, she couldn’t take on this job for him.

“Yeah.” Her father’s gravelly voice was powerful even through the cell phone. He was Alpha and with that position came both physical and telepathic powers. She gritted her teeth against the invisible push from him to submit.

“No.”

“No what, Emily?”

“No I’m not doing this. I can’t. Have you seen how he lives? Christ, Dad, he’s got plates in there that could walk themselves to the kitchen.”

“Em, come on. At least meet him before you call it off.”

“Why do you care so much about this one guy? He obviously doesn’t want to be involved in the pack. He’s turned your invitations down repeatedly.” She shrugged, then a thought struck her. “Is he dangerous to us or something?”

Her father sighed. “No, it’s nothing like that. I knew his parents and sort of feel like I need to try to pull him back into pack life. You’re my last ditch effort. If he won’t let you in then I’ll stop trying.”

“Fine, but I want more. Not just a pass for this month’s pack run. Maybe a new car or something.”

“You’re lucky I’m letting you out of the run, Em. Don’t push your luck.” Power surged at her, pressing against her mind. She felt her knees buckling. Damn, her father really could put someone on the ground with just his voice through a phone. She braced herself and pushed back. She wasn’t as strong as he was but she could combat his power enough to stand against an order.

“Are you kidding me? Have you seen his house? I can smell the mess out here. You owe me.” She forced her voice through clenched teeth. Sweat beaded on her forehead with the effort of fighting her father’s compulsion.

“I hate it that you aren’t cowed by my power.” He huffed. “Fine. I’ll owe you something but I’m not buying you another car.”

“Fine.” She closed her phone without saying goodbye and turned to face the house again. It was just a normal, run-of-the-mill ranch-style house. The white-sided dwelling was adorned with black shutters, a carport and a small piece of lawn. At least the male kept the outside in decent repair. The few pieces of grass were cut, the driveway was clean and the trashcans instead of the yard held the garbage. After seeing the inside of his home she wouldn’t have been surprised to find piles of tires and rusting car engines strewn across the lawn.

With a sigh she approached the house again. The things she did for her father. Too bad she hadn’t listened to her hunch yesterday and ignored the call from him. When he’d asked her to dinner she’d known something was up, but again, it was her dad, so how could she refuse a meal invitation?

Damn it, I should have.

No one but her was allowed to turn down the Alpha. She rarely did, but yesterday should have been one of those times. When he’d opened the conversation with the bribe she should have listened to her instincts. A way out of the pack run had been the offer. The idea of avoiding another night of beating the shit out of a bunch of the single he-wolves in the pack was too good to pass up, though. She’d agreed to help someone who needed it before finding out what the problem was.

Well, now she was standing outside a house that contained the man supposedly in need of her assistance. What her father wanted was stupid. This male had ignored the pack’s invitations to participate in events for years. According to her dad, the pup was weak and had characteristics so unlike a shifter that someone needed to figure out what had happened. Was it a genetic defect or something entirely different? Her job was to try to bring the male around. Try to force his shifter nature to come forward by hanging out with him and seeing if that fixed his weaknesses.

“Fuck,” she huffed under her breath. With a quick rap on the door she sealed the deal. She would try to get this guy out of the house and see what happened if he was around another shifter for a couple of days.

She listened to the silence on the other side of the door for a moment, then pounded on the wood with a closed fist. Patience wasn’t one of her stronger traits. She tapped her foot, counting time until she could just bust the door down and let herself in. Finally she heard movement on the other side of the door. The sound of someone tumbling out of bed was loud in the early morning silence. She knew he pawed through some clothes and stumbled to the door. A lock and chain were disengaged before the door swung open.

Bleary brown eyes looked at her from under dark lashes. “Yeah?”

Emily stared at him and barely kept from baring her teeth. He was unshaven, un-showered and disheveled. She glanced up and down his frame and couldn’t find one redeeming feature. His dark hair was shorn close to his head. Glasses perched on his nose. Glasses, for cripes sake. On a shifter. That was almost unheard of. He’d thrown on a wrinkled concert T-shirt that was way too big for his slender frame. Sweatpants hung low off his hips. She swept her eyes back up and wrinkled her nose at what she saw. The whole package wasn’t impressive at all. Great. That would make her job so much easier…not.

“Are you done scoping me out and gonna tell me why you’re out here pounding on the door this early?” His voice, at least, was nice. Gravelly from sleep but deep and penetrating.

She stuck her hand out. “Seth Seymour, right? I’m Emily Prescott. My father sent me to speak to you.”

It releases August 29th, but you can order now and have it at 12:01am EST on the day of release! Check it out here.