What do you do when you realize nothing in your life is what you’ve believed it to be?
When Arionna Jacobs loses her mother in a tragic accident, her world is turned upside down. She’s forced to leave her old life behind and move in with her father. Dace Matthews, a teaching assistant at her new college, is torn in two, unable to communicate with the feral wolf caged inside him.
When they meet, everything they thought they knew about life unravels. Dace has intimate access to Arionna’s mind, and something deep within her fights to rise to the surface. They don't understand what's happening to them or why, and they're running out of time to sort out the strange occurrences around them.
Their meeting sets an ancient Norse prophesy of destruction in motion, and what destiny has in store for them is bigger than either could have ever imagined. Unless they learn to trust themselves and one another, they may never resolve the mystery surrounding who they are to one another, and what that means for the world.
EXCERPT:"What about . . . ?" Did I really want to say what I thought? Dace was already angry. I didn't want to make it worse, and I had a feeling he and his wolf weren't going to be all sunshine and daises talking about how Ronan factored into all of this.
"What about what?"
"It's nothing," I lied, averting my gaze on the off chance he could see as perfectly in the darkness as I suspected he could.
He stopped walking and reeled me in until our faces were inches apart. Breath blowing across my cheek, he slid his hands up my arms. "What about what, Arionna?" His question sounded commanding and seductive at once.
"That's not fair, Dace," I said, my voice breathy. I couldn't form words through the haze he created in my mind when he got so close to me.
"Isn't it?" He leaned down until his mouth was right next to my ear. "It's what you've done to me every single time I've been in the same general area as you."
I groaned, my body feeling like rubber.
"Tell me, Arionna." His sinful tone was more effective so close to my ear. His lips barely brushed my skin, but the sensation sent arcs of heat racing up my spine.
"I . . . ."
He nuzzled my neck right below my ear, and words ceased to form at all. The fact that I couldn't see him made his actions that much more intimate and world quaking. My other senses heightened, opening wide to the scent that was all Dace, as well as the heat and sense of rightness I felt any time his skin came into contact with mine.
"Tell me." His lips hovered over the pulse in my throat, his breath burning at my skin. "Say it, please."
"Ronan's involved." I groaned his name as if it had been pulled from some deep, dark place inside. My legs shook beneath me.
Dace tensed and then, ever so slowly, leaned forward and flicked his tongue across that spot where his lips hovered.
Ayden also writes contemporary and erotic romance under the penname Ayden K. Morgen.