Kryssie Fortune: A Wolfs Challange by Christina Lynn Lambert #paranormal #shifter #romance #strangercreatures @Chris4lamb.

Nothing is as it seems in Great Oaks, VA. Will shy Sydney run the other way when she learns Derrick is a wolf shifter?

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Blurb

When Sydney left Seattle two years ago, she was scared, traumatized, and done with men for good. Now she has a good job, a hobby that's fast becoming a second career, and best of all, she's adopted a little girl named Angel. Life is good and Sydney's not about to let charming lawyer Derrick mess that up, no matter how sexy he is, or how sweet he seems.

Things aren't always as they appear in the town of Great Oaks, Virginia. Derrick isn’t the ladies’ man Sydney thinks he is, but he does have a few secrets, such as his ability to transform into a powerful wolf at will.

Can Derrick convince Sydney to give him a chance, something more than her elusive maybe? More importantly, should he? He's still trying to forgive himself for being at the wheel during the accident that killed his son. Losing Sydney when she learns the truth might break him, but he's pretty sure not having her in his life would be just as bad.

A troubled woman running from her guilty conscience has Sydney and Derrick in her crosshairs, and she’ll do whatever it takes to win her game. Will Sydney and Derrick survive long enough to be together?

Excerpt:

After they found an empty corner in the picnic shelter to do their stretches, things got quiet and awkward between them again. Sydney looked over at Grant, who sat on top of another picnic table, eating an apple. Grant gave her a wicked sly grin before turning away. She intended to bitch at him later for not rescuing her from Derrick, but, in a way, she didn’t want to be rescued. Derrick looked like he needed to say something but couldn’t find the words as they leaned against the picnic table to stretch out their legs.

Was he thinking of trying out a nice girl temporarily? Was he being patient, trying to lure her in? Well, she wanted no part of those kinds of temporary games. Having any kind of relationship with him other than a casual, social friendship would be too complicated. She should have been able to leave it at that. Decision made. Moving on. But something about the man pulled her in and made her want to get closer. He was too charismatic.

Can’t trust Derrick. He’s too much like Jeff. She was just asking to be hurt if she gave Derrick the slightest hint she might like to follow up on the heated look he was giving her.

Her running partner was unusually quiet as they sat on the ground to do their last few stretches. He looked like a man buried in thought, weighing decisions and drowning in possibilities. Maybe he was just as scared as she was. Sydney barely contained the impulse to reach out and brush her hand across his forehead to smooth the furrow between his brows. Must not touch. Must not touch. Because there would be no going back from that.

Derrick stood and offered her a hand up from where she sat on the hard ground. In his touch, she felt warmth, strength, life, restraint, and so much more that it made her heart squeeze.

As they stared at each other, she didn’t have a word to say. She should smile, tell a joke, try to make polite conversation, or something, but words escaped her as she felt the heat of him so close. They were nearly nose to nose. She looked up to see his lips part.

“Nice running with you today.” His voice was low and soft, almost a whisper. She stood there helplessly while he tucked a lock of her escaped hair behind her ear.

Gosh, he has the most beautiful eyes. And they’re focused on me! But just because he didn’t look like a wolf trying to steal her basket of goodies didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of taking something from her he wouldn’t give back…like maybe her heart. His hand rested on her shoulder, but she took a step back. She wasn’t about to go insane for the kiss that almost happened.

About Christina Lynn Lambert:

Author Bio:

A few years ago, I read my first romance novel and I was hooked, so much so that I decided to give the idea of writing a story a chance. My style is more gritty than sweet and I look forward to writing many more stories with strong heroines and imperfect but determined characters. Love, courage, hope, and second chances are a few of my favorite themes. When I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time outside and finding ways to avoid cooking. I live in beautiful Virginia with my husband, two daughters, and a sweet, hairy monster of a dog.