I sank his ship. Now the wolf wants to sink his teeth into me.
One uncontrollable storm. One grumpy river captain with storm-gray eyes, wave tattoos, and a growl that does dangerous things to my insides. Rafe Lupeus says I’m his mate.
I say I’m a walking natural disaster who’s better off alone. Too bad his wolf doesn’t take no for an answer.
And too bad every time he looks at me like he’s already claimed me, the sky answers with lightning I can barely control.
Now some rival is digging up my ugly past, trying to break me with artifacts and old ghosts. But I’m done running. Done hiding.
If the storm inside me has to come out, I’m aiming it at the man who keeps showing up—wet, shirtless, and way too calm about the fact that I might accidentally electrocute him in bed.
He says he can handle my chaos. We’ll see if the big bad wolf can handle me.
