Legendary Shifter
She wanted a wolf…and she found a manOnce upon a time, Elena Pavlova was a ballerina. Now she is a fugitive, looking for the great black wolf who can save her from the witchblood prince who haunts her dreams. Cursed shifter Ivan Romanov cannot say no to this Elena, who may well be his destined mate!
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She wanted a wolf...
...and she found a man.
Once upon a time, Elena Pavlova was a ballerina. Now she is a fugitive, looking for the great black wolf who can save her from the witchblood prince who haunts her dreams. The cursed shifter Ivan Romanov knows he is no longer the hero Elena needs, but he cannot say no to this graceful warrior, the beautiful woman who may well be his destined mate.
BARBARA J. HANCOCK lives in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains where her daily walk takes her to the edge of the wilderness and back again. When Barbara isnât writing modern gothic romance that embraces the shadows with a unique blend of heat and heart, she can be found wrangling twin boys and spoiling her pets.
Also by Barbara J. Hancock
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08203-7
LEGENDARY SHIFTER
© 2018 Barbara J. Hancock
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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For the warrior in us all. Because she rocks.
Contents
All he could do was watch and wait.
He found pleasure in it, surprisingly enough. Anticipation made the torment sweet. Elena Pavlovaâs mother had slit her wrists to protect her daughter ten years ago. Her sacrifice hadnât kept him from visiting her daughterâs nightmares with delicious visions of the future theyâd have together. He couldnât physically have Elena, yet. Her motherâs blood had bought her a reprieve. But the protective power of the spilled blood was running out.
As a witchblood prince of the Dark Volkhvy, Grigori was used to getting what he wanted. He was part of the royal family in a culture that condoned Darkness. He stood just inside the open window of Elenaâs bedroom and watched her toss and turn in her sleep. The soft sounds of her fretful sighs were mere whispers compared to the noises she would be making in the nightmare that disturbed her sleep. Because he was in control there, unbound by her motherâs rough folk magic.
What a shocking surprise that had been.
The voluminous curtains on the window billowed outward to brush against him, stirred by a midnight Saint Petersburg breeze. Heâd seen the girl dance. Heâd decided to have her. But her mother had been raised to believe in the old ways. Sheâd died so her daughter could live.
Or so sheâd thought.
The curtains continued to flutter around him like white wings on either side of his tuxedo-clad body. When he was finished here, he would make other clandestine appearances throughout the city. He was a royal among Dark Volkhvy circles and the Dark Volkhvy ruled from the shadows. Their power was rising, bubbling to the top of a world rent by betrayal and hunger.
The motherâs blood had run out before he was bound forever. At best, sheâd bought her daughter time. Time to be stalked. Time to be hunted, night after night in her dreams. Elena had been a lovely swan as a teen. Sheâd only grown more graceful and more alluring as sheâd aged into a prima ballerina. His anticipation had grown with every passing year. Every time she donned the pristine white feathers and pirouetted across the stage.
