Darcy Branwyn

Tangled Moon (A Werewolf Romance)

…Lothar shut off the engine. He hadn’t said a word to her the entire drive to the cabin. Danielle couldn’t take the silence between them.

“I fell asleep, that’s all.” She tightened her fingers around the edge of her seat.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” he told her softly in Lithuanian. “I shouldn’t have taken you away from him.” He opened the van door and got out.

She watched him for a moment in bewilderment, feeling like she’d let him down. God, this had to be so hard on him. She’d told him she hadn’t wanted anything to do with Nick, and then spent the day with him anyway. Lothar took his responsibility to her so seriously, life or death seriously, and—she realized with a sudden flash of awareness—would probably do whatever she wanted.

Like share her with Nick?

Which meant that she would get Lothar in her bed whenever she wanted. Like other females of her kind. That spark lit within her lower abdomen.

Desire. Yes, that’s what that was…