Wild Read online D.D. Prince (Savage Alpha Shifters #1)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Savage Alpha Shifters Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
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(Savage Alpha Shifters #1) Wild

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D.D. Prince

Language:
English
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Tyson Savage is even wilder as a man than he is as a wolf!
This paranormal shifter romance has biting, knotting, and a protective and possessive wolf shifter who catches the scent of his fated mate and decides nothing is going to stop him from making her his.
Ivy’s weekend misadventure in the sticks goes from bad to worse when she hits an animal with her car and winds up in a ditch. One minute, she’s faced with a giant black wolf and the next, he’s transformed into a naked man before her eyes. And he insists – she's coming home with him.
Tyson hasn't been in man form for years, for very specific reasons. Instead, he’s chosen to stay a wolf, deep in the forest. He didn't grow up with his pack and he doesn't have a solid understanding of human or shifter nature. All he knows is Ivy is meant to be his.
A sexy shifter romance.
This is a DD Prince book, which means you get a BIG book (nearly 500 pages) with lots of kindle-melting sexy times, some laugh-out-loud moments, some angst, and a whole lot of feels.
This isn’t one of DD’s typical dark romances, there’s mostly light here, but it does have some darker subject matter. If you’re not a dark romance lover or are sensitive to triggers, this might not be your thing.
Books in Series:

Savage Alpha Shifters Series by D.D. Prince

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D.D. Prince



1

Ivy

“Anybody ever tell you that you look like a real-life Anime girl?” He leans forward, way too close to me, so I rear back.

I should not have come here.

I should not ever have let Megan talk me into this weekend. She just accused me of overreacting, but no. No way. This was not kosher – not remotely.

Why did I ignore my instincts back at that gas station when we met up with this guy? My momma and her sister told me, my whole life: Ivy, never ever ignore your gut. And I do. All the bloody time! Why don’t I ever learn?

Megan? She’s a backstabbing witch and that’s why I have no choice but to leave without her. I’m officially done with her completely.

The sales pitch she used: two hundred bucks per person for a luxury waterfront chalet with everything included for the whole weekend. A pool. Hot tub. This place is supposed to have equal numbers guys and girls and be well-stocked with food and booze. Two to a room. We would share a room, she said, unless one of us wanted to spend the night with someone we met, then we’d discuss it. She assured me I wouldn’t be turfed out of my room when I told her that no way would I let a guy move in on me that quickly.

I have been working my butt off for weeks and have had all sorts of family drama going on between my bridezilla sister’s wedding, how my breaking up with a guy who also happens to be in her wedding is me trying to ruin her day, and my parents splitting up with Dad trying to worm his way back in after cheating on Mom, so I convinced myself that I deserved a weekend away. I needed it. I’ve been working my tail off and I deserve it.

Tired of family drama, I decided I’ll ignore them all for the weekend. I’m having a mini family vacation (a vacation from my family).

The reality when we arrived? Chalet? Not quite. Stocked? Depends on your definition of stocked. Luxury? Nope. Not even close.

The reality: A two-bedroom single-story cottage. Not quite a dump, but nothing luxurious about it and it could work for two or maybe four people but no more than that. A hot tub, yes you could say that, but it was outside and filled with leaves. Yep, there was a pool, as advertised, but it’s a small above-ground pool that is neither filled nor likely fillable as it looks like it’s been sitting there empty for a decade. Oh, and it has a giant X on the side made of what looks like several layers of duct tape so filling it would probably not be wise.

I probably wouldn’t have minded so much if everything else were as advertised. Not even close. The waterfront references? I guess… if a swampy pond on the property counts. The large living room has two pull-out couches and there’s a closet with three more air beds in it. No privacy unless you’re lucky enough to get one of the two bedrooms. And they don’t have locks on the doors. In fact, neither does the bathroom.

Uh… nope.

The fridge has some cheap off-brand hot dogs, some beer, and there are some bags of chips and boxes of cereal on the counter along with a big bag of marshmallows. All this is complete with two boxes of wine and a bottle of gut-rot whisky.

There aren’t an equal number of guys and girls here, though, and that’s the biggest problem of them all. I can rough-it for a weekend, sure, but with a bunch of strangers? Worse… a bunch of guys?

There are seven people, but Megan and I are the only girls. The guy who organized this bash scammed us. Or… Megan scammed me. And I’m totally, absolutely done with her. She can stay if she wants to, but I am gone.

I like my creature comforts, sure, but the problem here is less about the cabin and more about the other people here as well as the tone, which is overtly sexual.

She got wasted in less than an hour and talked like a sleazy horndog. Innuendoes up the wazoo! And she is right now in one of the bedrooms with two of the guys. Two! And if that’s not bad enough, she’s left me alone with the other three guys. They’ve been eyeing me like I’m prime rib and also eyeing one another likely trying to determine who is going to make a move.

One, I think, wants me for himself. The one who talked about Anime is the guy who met us at the gas station and something about him just completely creeps me out.

The other two, I’m fairly sure, are hoping I’ll be like Megan and let them both at me together. They look like they’re over in the corner whisper-negotiating.


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