Witch of Arundale HallWitch of Arundale Hall | April 2017 | BDSM, Historical, Paranormal | Wolves of Arundale, Book 2

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A wicked curse on the men of Arundale transforms them into bloodthirsty beasts when their passions are high. Lady Sarah Ayers can wait no longer to do what only she can—end the curse. Her ancestor cast the spell, and she must undo it. But to accomplish her goal, she cannot let her body overrule her sense of duty, no matter how hard she finds it to resist the deviant sexual impulses that hold her in thrall to Perry Arundale.

Perry will do whatever it takes, with his words or his wilder side, to make Sarah his. But he doesn’t know that the bond between them could lead Sarah to lose not only her heart but her life.


“I promised I would not Claim you. Without my seed, you won’t get with child.” He lifted an eyebrow mockingly. “You do know where babies come from, don’t you?”

“Lady North said—”

Perry threw up his hands. “Why do you believe anything she says? Is that woman to control everything, including my bedchamber?”

“She showed me copies of scrolls from Bayeux. That’s why I must go there to see them. That’s why—”

“None of this explains why I am not bedding you on our wedding night,” he interrupted her in a flat tone.

“I cannot take that risk.” She knew he would never understand how important it was for them both that she resist.

The harsh expression on his face made her despair. His tone was expressionless. “So you don’t believe me.”

How could she deny it? She trusted him, but the beast beneath was unpredictable. “Can’t we remain friends? Can’t we—”

She stopped at the steady, numb-looking expression on his face. “Friends? My word would count for something then, wouldn’t it?” He shook his head. “We were never friends, Sarah. But I will not force you. I could convince you, but you would hate me in the morning.” He stepped closer and gripped her arm. She shuddered, her blood pumping and her heartbeat erratic. When he jerked her into his arms, she could only stare at him.

His lips pounded hers, a wild, frantic kiss that melted away any thought of resistance or abstinence. When his tongue swept inside her mouth, she tangled hers with it. When his hands threaded through her hair, she moaned. His cock pressed against the fiery juncture between her thighs that ached for him, needed him. She was lost.

Then he tore his mouth from hers and released her. She stumbled backward, her knees like water. She couldn’t bear to see the wretched hurt in his gaze or the anger in his tightened lips and clenched fists.

“Do not pretend that breaking the curse is about freeing me, when we both know you are the only one who wishes to escape.” The bleak desolation that swept through his gaze made her heart shatter. “I will respect your wishes and stay out of your bed.”


He gave her a jerky bow and left the room, slamming the door behind him with a solid bang.

Sarah collapsed on the bed, tears streaming down her face.