The Billionaire Werewolf's Princess
Fangs……and fairy dustRyland James is a wealthy philanthropist. He’s also a werewolf, and the son of the Fairy king. Indigo DuCharme seems like a typical socialite, but as she moves deeper into Ry’s world, something in her awakens – something she never could have imagined. She needs to accept her true nature if they’re going to have a chance at love…
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Fangs...
...and faery dust
Ryland James is a wealthy philanthropist. Heâs also a werewolf, and the son of the Faery king. Indigo DuCharme seems like a typical socialite, but as she moves deeper into Ryâs world, something in her awakensâsomething she never could have imagined. Sheâll need to accept her true nature if theyâre going to have a chance at love, and if theyâre going to protect human children from the fae.
MICHELE HAUF is a USA TODAY bestselling author who has been writing romance, action-adventure and fantasy stories for more than twenty years. France, musketeers, vampires and faeries usually feature in her stories. And if Michele followed the adage âwrite what you know,â all her stories would have snow in them. Fortunately, she steps beyond her comfort zone and writes about countries and creatures she has never seen. Find her on Facebook, Twitter and at www.michelehauf.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08208-2
THE BILLIONAIRE WEREWOLFâS PRINCESS
© 2018 Michele Hauf
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To Marcy V.
Iâm so glad you persisted after that initial email to me.
Contents
Paris
Indigo DuCharmeâs chin wobbled as she held up her head and bravely looked over the busy ballroom. She stood at the top of a stairway that curled down to the marble dance floor. Her heart pounded so loudly she couldnât focus on the waltz played by the orchestra. Her eyes threatened to tear up, but she blamed this on the brilliant glints from half a dozen chandeliers suspended above the dancers.
Clutching her pink tulle skirt with both hands, she toyed with the embroidered red poppies sheâd added days ago. Sheâd also sewn a pocket in the skirt to keep her cell phone. She forced herself not to check her text messages again. For the sixth time. Or maybe the thirteenth time. Because...
He had jilted her.
The last text sheâd read from him, ten minutes earlier, had the audacity to state: Sorry, hooked up with Melanie this evening. You and me? Sex was great. But never connected beyond the sheets, yeah?
Fingers curling into her palms, Indi winced as her perfectly manicured fingernails dug into her skin. Never connected? Beyond the sheets? Sheâd been dating Todd for over a month. Theyâd seen each other practically every day. Sheâd cooked for him. Shopped for him. Had sex with him and made sure he was a happy camper, meaning that she didnât always orgasm but he did. All week sheâd been planning her dress and hair for tonightâs date. The Summer Soiree charity ball was one of her favorites. And she looked...
