Guarding Kendra

Tessa Stone

She was surviving. He was searching. Fate put them in the same city on the worst night of both their lives. KENDRA Fourteen months of gig work, a dead tech career, and a family I can't reach in Toronto. I was barely holding on when a Bouda shifter the size of a doorframe threw my car through a building, called me his queen, and turned my entire life inside out. Now I'm on Wintermoon with a man who kneels every time I enter a room and a sister-in-law who thinks I should've been running a clan yesterday. Kojo would burn the world down for me if I asked, but I don't want devotion. I want the predator I saw at that gas station, and I'm going to push him until he stops kneeling and starts taking. KOJO Poachers took my queen, my clan, and my name. Three years of running brought me to Detroit, where I caught the scent of rain on dry earth and wild honey through a motel door and my Bouda went still for the first time since the massacre. She is my mate. I was raised to serve her, protect her, and never take what is not offered. But Kendra does not want a servant. She wants me to break every law I was raised on, and I am running out of reasons not to.

— via publisher

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