Bridged by Love
Nancy Corrigan
Follow his head, he breaks her
heart. Follow his heart…he breaks his pack.
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Kagan Wolves, Book 1
From the moment he was born, Nic Kagan’s future was sealed.
He’ll accept a mate, have kids, and eventually take over his father’s role as
pack alpha. There’s just one problem.
Long ago, his heart settled on Riley, the pack’s human doctor
and honorary member. Except only half of him can have her. The other half—his
wolf—won’t give a weak non-shifter female a second sniff.
No one—human or shifter—has left a mark on Riley’s soul like
Nic. But with his father hospitalized, any hope things could work out between
them is slipping away. Yet Riley understands something else about pack life.
Power isn’t always a physical gift; love is just as strong. What she and Nic
have is worth fighting for.
With rival threats mounting, Nic realizes he can’t simply
turn his back on Riley. Though his wolf could tear his heart out for it, he
must fight for what he wants before he loses his mate. His pack. Maybe even his
sanity.
Warning: Contains a reluctant alpha with only one roadblock
between his heart and the woman he loves—biology. And a woman who isn’t giving
up on him, even if it means risking her life to fool Mother Nature.
Keywords: wolf shifter, werewolf, werewolves, alpha, human,
The details…
Book Title: Bridged by Love
Series Name: Kagan Wolves
Series Number: 1
Author: Nancy Corrigan
ISBN13: 978-1-61923-004-0
Length: 63,982
Categories: PAW: Paranormal, PAW: Red Hot, RH: Paranormal
& Alternate Worlds
Tags: Shape-Shifters; Werewolves
Price: 5.50
Publication Date: July 21st 2015
Read a teaser…
Excerpt (PG)
Nic strode across the packed bar, hands clenching and
releasing at his sides. Shifters and humans alike moved out of his way. He
couldn’t blame them. No doubt he looked as pissed off as he felt. Returning to
West Virginia hadn’t been on his agenda, at least not until a certain female
died of old age or moved. Yeah, moving worked. Too bad it hadn’t happened. She
remained in Hollow’s Grove like a damn forbidden fruit and a reminder of a life
he could never have.
The two male wolf shifters at his old table grabbed their
beers and scattered, leaving his sister to deal with his wrath.
He yanked a chair out and straddled it. “Who did it?”
Hannah lifted a slender brow. Four years separated them, but
she could’ve been his twin. They both had their mother’s black hair and blue
eyes. They both shifted into black wolves too, a rarity among their kind.
Neither of them cared about the awe many felt in their presence. Him and
Hannah? They cared about the strength the revered wolf gave them. Power was
everything in their world.
“Did what? Put Dad in the hospital, or almost hit your
ex-girlfriend’s car?”
He gritted his teeth. “Riley is not my ex-girlfriend.”
“What do you call your first lover and the female you warned
every available male in a fifty-mile radius away from, then?”
Had Riley been a shifter, he’d call her his mate. As it was,
she was a temptation, one he had to stay away from.
Excerpt (PG-13)
Nic ran through the woods. The broken twigs and rocks poking
into his paws barely registered. He pivoted and headed deeper into the
underbrush. The sharp pulling of the low-hanging tree limbs on his fur appealed
to his need to punish himself. He wanted to hurt. A fight would’ve been better,
but he couldn’t go around initiating any. Actions like that would come off as a
dominance tactic, and the Kagan males had always held to a higher standard.
They understood all members of a pack played a vital role.
He lowered his head and pushed through the bowing
evergreens. An open space greeted him. He froze. Sides heaving and blood
soaking his fur, he panted and took in the small home in front of him—Riley’s
place. His dad had bought it for her. Last time Nic had seen it was right after
she’d moved in. She must’ve remodeled since then. Where the concrete stoop once
stood, a wide front porch spanned the house. It looked inviting with the swing
and chairs decorating it. He could see himself lounging on it, enjoying the
night.
A low growl rumbled in his chest.
It didn’t surprise him that he’d ended up here. He hadn’t
been able to get thoughts of her out of his head. Guilt ate at him. He’d
treated her like shit the last time they were together. She deserved an apology
and explanation. If he’d been man enough, he would’ve been straight with her
then.
He padded across the gravel road. On the other side, soft
grass met the pads of his paws. Halfway across the front yard, the door opened.
Riley stepped out, a bottle of beer in hand. An oversize flannel shirt covered
her chest and bare thighs. Jealousy surged, knowing she wore another male’s
clothes. Shock replaced it with his next breath. It was his shirt, the one he’d
had on the last time they were together.
She whipped her head in his direction. Narrowed eyes zeroed
in on him. They widened on a gasp. She set her bottle down and sprinted across
the yard. Her loosely buttoned top gave him a tantalizing glimpse of her legs.
He sat on his haunches to watch her, but she reached him before he could decide
if the swath of black between her thighs was a thong or a bikini.
“Nic”—she dropped to her knees in front of him—“what
happened?”
He couldn’t answer her in his wolf form. She knew that. She
also understood that depending on how much control he gave his other half, he
might not even hear her. It never stopped her from approaching shifters. She’d
said she could tell who was in charge by looking into their eyes.
“You’re bleeding.” She brushed back his fur and gently
touched the skin around a long gash. “This wasn’t from a fight, was it?”
He shook his head, the only answer he could give in his
limited form.
She stared into his eyes. Not a hint of fear showed in her
expression. She treated his dad and the other dominants with the respect owed
them by avoiding eye contact. Never Nic, at least not in private, but the rules
were different around the other wolves. Riley had always understood the need
for hierarchy among the members. In the pack’s eyes, she was as low as one
could be. In his, she was his equal.
“Shift and tell me why you decided to drag your sorry ass to
my house. None of these cuts need my attention.”
Excerpt (R)
“Do you like what you see?”
Riley’s husky voice drew him back from the edge. Tension
drained from his limbs. He yanked her panties off, tossing them across the
room. “Yeah, baby, I do. I like it a lot.”
Using his thumbs, he swiped the length of her lips from
bottom to top, spreading her folds and searing the memory of her perfect sex
into his mind. Pink and glistening, she looked damn inviting. He knew every
inch of her body, inside and out. He’d memorized her every trigger point and learned
how far he could push her before pleasure turned to pain, but the sight of her,
wet and welcoming, always left him in awe.
“Fucking beautiful.” His mouth watered. The small taste he’d
gotten from licking his fingers hadn’t been enough to satisfy his craving. He
needed to lap up her spilled cream and drink of her release. The urge took
over, one he couldn’t resist. He bent and licked her cleft. Her rich flavor hit
him. He groaned.
So damn good.
He wanted to get drunk on her. More licks, more swipes, and
she writhed for him. He laid a hand on her lower stomach and pushed, urging her
to lie back and let him pleasure her. She followed his direction. No
hesitation. He slid her bottom to the very edge of the counter and massaged her
hips as he teased her lower lips with slow strokes of his tongue over her
cleft.
More sweet cream flowed, an irresistible lure. He dipped the
tip of his tongue into her opening, and her body gripped the small invasion.
Overly sensitive from her last orgasm, every touch wound her higher. A few more
thrusts, and she’d come for him. The trembling in her thighs told him how close
she was to finding ecstasy.
Not yet. He hadn’t fulfilled his craving.
He withdrew his tongue and repeated the languid exploration
of her sex, dipping into her hot center on each pass, but not lingering. And
she writhed for him. Clutched at his forearms. Moaned his name.
Perfect. She’s
perfect.
He dropped to his knees and draped her legs over his
shoulders, spreading her wide. The arousal waiting for him to feast on coated
her cleft. With his hands under her bottom, he tipped her hips, bringing her
sex closer, and kissed her lower lips as deeply as he’d taken her mouth moments
before.
“Oh God. More. Give me more. Feels so good.”
Her praise registered in his hazy mind. He might’ve smiled,
but he couldn’t tear himself away from her sex. Her flavor drugged him. Her
moans enflamed him. Nothing else mattered beyond his need to worship her body
and make her wild.
Make her come. Hard. Exactly as she’d demanded.
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A little about Nancy…
A true romantic at heart, Nancy
Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or
man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing
alpha heroes with women strong enough to match them and bring them to their
knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her
motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry
and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers
it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD
tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a
novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s
married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and
loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog,
snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic
cars and all things spooky and sexy.
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