Prey
Mate
Bailey
Bradford
Genre: Gay Shifter romance,
wolves
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: May 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-943576-82-1
Word Count: 27500
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
Predator and prey...one reluctant
mate.
Cody Sanderson wasn't looking for
a life on the run, but one mistake has cost him his freedom. If he gets caught,
it might cost him his life. The man he hooked up with for a night wasn't a man
after all, but a beast intent on owning Cody.
But Cody isn't anyone's to keep.
He will evade capture and die before he lets himself be caged by a monster.
When he's finally caught, he thinks he's about to be taken to the one man he
doesn't want to see ever again. Instead, he's offered protection and a solution
that will keep him safe.
The only thing is, he'd have to
be mated to one of the very things he feared most—a wolf shifter. Cody's not so
sure the risk is worth taking.
Excerpt:
It was happening
again. Cody Sanderson fought against the instinct to turn and look behind him.
The uncomfortable sensation of being watched made his spine itch. He finished
the last of his beer and set the bottle on the grungy table. The bar he’d
stopped in at was a few steps below a dive, not the kind of place he’d hung out
at in Texas at all. He’d hoped that would throw Ansel off his trail. Maybe it
had, and whoever watched Cody had nothing to do with Ansel at all.
Or maybe Ansel
had found him. Again.
Cody wiped his
mouth and pushed to his feet. The legs of the chair scraped noisily on the
uneven floor, timed, much to his displeasure, with a pause in the country music
that had been blaring from an ancient-looking jukebox a half dozen feet away.
Cody hadn’t been listening to the song—it’d been a background noise to his own
chaotic thoughts—and he didn’t know if the song had ended naturally or if
someone had stopped the music. Perhaps he was being paranoid, but paranoia was
all that had kept him alive thus far.
He kept his head
down as he pushed the chair back in, a ridiculous thing to do in a bar like
this one. Old habits and ingrained manners made him do it, though, and he felt
like it marked him as the outsider he was. It was definitely past time for him
to get out of there.
The jukebox
didn’t start up again as he made his way toward the exit. Cody’s skin prickled
with goosebumps as he walked. The utter lack of conversations made him want to
run screaming from the place. He felt like everyone watched him, and if they
were, it couldn’t mean anything good for him at all.
He tried to
think, to pinpoint if he’d done anything that might have made him a target
there. Nothing came to mind. He hadn’t done more than order a beer and a
burger, had been careful not to smile or stare anyone in the eyes for longer
than necessary. Keeping his gaze averted would have marked him as prey as
surely as staring too long would have.
What a crazy,
unbelievable world to live in. And he’d had no idea just how crazy and
unbelievable until he’d stumbled upon Ansel’s secret. For that bit of
stupidity, he’d have to spend the rest of his life on the run, on the lookout.
If he survived
tonight. His footsteps seemed abnormally loud as he strode toward the door. The
scents of stale beer and cigarette smoke paled against the rancid sweat odor
that clung to him. If Cody could smell his own fear, then so could any predators.
He struggled to
keep from running, to keep his steps even. Showing fear would be a mistake he
might not survive. His palms were slick as he reached for the door handle, but
he didn’t lose his grip on it. Cody opened the door, and the crisp, cold air
that greeted him chilled him to the bone.
He stepped
outside. The sound of the door closing behind him didn’t ease his fears any.
Every one of his senses was on alert; Cody had learned to listen to his
instincts in the past few months. He held himself still, barely daring to
breathe as he waited. When music blared suddenly from inside the bar, Cody bit
back a yelp but couldn’t repress his body’s reaction otherwise. He jolted as if
he’d been jabbed with a cattle prod, and it broke his reserve, sending him
running to his motorcycle.
Stop running.
Cody told
himself that over and over again, but he knew he’d never be safe, and he’d only
be able to stop running when he was captured by Ansel or dead. Given those two
choices, he knew which one he’d prefer.
About
the Author:
Bailey Bradford is a married mom
of four who spends most of the day writing, either on stories or at the blog.
She loves to write as much as she loves to read. Baily is generally quiet and
laid back, choosing to let things slide off rather than stick and irritate her.
Although like many authors, she finds it a challenge to talk about herself, but
she does answer emails and invites readers to leave comments on her blog if
there’s something specific they’d like to know.
For more information about other
books by Bailey, visit her website: www.baileybradford.com
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