BOOK TWO: WINTER'S BITE

I awoke to fire. 

It spread the length of my back and legs. As my consciousness sharpened, I realized it was made from hard muscle bundled underneath a coat and pressed up as closely as possible against me. And yet another fire sparked heat between my legs, inches away from where Grady's arm draped over me. His soft snores synced with the rise of his chest, a calming rhythm if not for my wild heartbeat.

Part of me wanted to ...