Amanda St. James was sixteen the first time she laid eyes on Sebastian Deveraux.
He’d been every one of her hormone-driven fantasies come to life. Tall and broad-shouldered with muscles that wouldn’t quit, dark unruly hair and eyes that saw straight into her soul. At least it had felt that way to her young, inexperienced heart.
And that heart had wanted him every day for the next two years. Right up until she’d graduated high school and high-tailed it out of nowhere Louisiana.
It hadn’t been the whispers about who and what he was that had driven her away. And let’s face it, her heart hadn’t stopped wanting him even when she’d been eight states away.
She was only supposed to be in New Orleans for a few days, but one look at the possessive billionaire werewolf makes her forget all her reasons for running.
Especially when he throws her over his shoulder, growling out a single word guaranteed to send her pulse racing.
Mine.
