Wolf Undaunted
Mortal enemies…bound by a kiss!When his spirit is separated from his body, werewolf Zane Wilder is invisible to everyone – except Vivianne Marchetta. Vivianne is eager to be rid of her shifter shadow, but the spell that should sever the connection between this mismatched pair only deepens their bond…
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Mortal enemies...
...bound by a kiss
When his spirit is separated from his body, werewolf Zane Wilder is invisible to everyoneâexcept Vivianne Marchetta. A vampire who has good reason to loathe all lycans, Vivianne is eager to be rid of her shifter shadow. But the spell that should sever the connection between this mismatched pair only deepens their bond. Can they trust each other enough to survive this transformation, or will it destroy them both?
SHANNON CURTIS grew up picnicking in graveyards (long story) and reading by torchlight, and has worked in various roles, such as office admin manager, logistics supervisor and betting agent, to mention a few. Her first loveâafter reading, and her husbandâis writing, and she writes romantic suspense, paranormal and contemporary romance. From faeries to cowboys, military men to business tycoons, she loves crafting stories of thrills, chills, kills and kisses. She divides her time between being an office administrator for the Romance Writers of Australia and creating spellbinding tales of mischief, mayhem and the occasional murder. She lives in Sydney, Australia, with her best-friend husband, three children, a woolly dog and a very disdainful cat. Shannon can be found lurking on Twitter, @2bshannoncurtis, and Facebook, or you can email her at [email protected]âshe loves hearing from readers. Like...LOVES it. Disturbingly so.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08206-8
WOLF UNDAUNTED
© 2018 Shannon Curtis
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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This story is dedicated to Vivianne Sidhom, the friend who first introduced me to the âracierâ Mills & Boon novels in the back of the classroom.
You now have a sexy hero of your own.
Contents
Vivianne Marchetta forced herself to listen as her Southern district manager gave his report. Her first week back at work, and her days had been full of meetings, reports, brain-draining budgets...
Something dark flitted at the corner of her eye, and she brushed her hair away from her forehead. Damn it, not now, not here. It was important that she came back from her ârestâ fully charged and healthy. Strong. She had to be, otherwise it would be a bloodbath for her vampire colony if there was even a hint of weakness in the Nightwing Vampire Prime. She couldnât afford to weird out her followers.
âExplain to me again why we canât use the river to transport these goods?â she interrupted in a cool tone. She didnât miss the fact heâd glossed over that detail.
Mike Falcone halted, lifting his eyes from his laptop to meet hers. He seemed a little hesitant, and Vivianne frowned. Mike was rarely hesitant. It was one of the reasons he was usually so good at his job. Yet he looked reluctant to share some critical information with her. She arched an eyebrow, and he sighed as he leaned back in his chair.
