Series: Caged Trilogy #1
Author: H.G. Lynch
Published: March 19th, 2015
Publisher: Vamptasy Publishing
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Content Warning: Mild sexual content and violence
Recommended Age: 16+
Synopsis: Tilly is a witchâ¦at least, she thinks she is. All she really knows is that she has powers she shouldnât, and that the cruel women she escaped from â who definitely are witches â will stop at nothing to make her their prisoner again because of those powers.
But Tilly has fallen in with a strange group â a pack of werewolves. The pack wants to protect her; none of them more so than Dominic, the alphaâs kind-hearted son. Tilly thinks she might be falling for him, but she canât help being fascinated by his brooding, mysterious half-brother Spencer.
Caught between the two, Tilly isnât sure anymore what sheâs most scared of: the witches hunting her down, or her own heart betraying her.
Shame and guilt warred with anger inside me. After how heâd treated me earlier, I should have hated Spencer. I didnât. When I saw him sitting by the stream, I should have wanted to go over and scream in his face. I didnât. Seeing him there, curled up with his head in his hands, clutching his hair like he was in pain, I just couldnât hold on to my fury and hurt. Iâd never seen him so discomposed, so rattled. It shook me, and I wondered what had him so upset. Was it me? Was this because of me? Or was it egotistical â maybe even stupid â of me to think that? To hope for it?
Abruptly he started pulling off his shoes and threw them carelessly, one landing in the stream. He shot to his feet, tugging off his t-shirt, and I bit my lip gingerly. The breeze swept a few strands of hair into my face and I brushed them back absently, but I saw Spencer freeze, tensing. He lowered his t-shirt back into place and stood, strung tight as a bow, staring into the water. I waited for him to do something else, to turn and walk away or to Change and vanish into the trees to prowl the night. He just stood there. Waiting.
He knew I was there.
He was waiting for me to make a choice.
I could walk over there, or I could turn and leave.
I started to turn, my feet muffled on the dirt and moss, and then I paused, thinking of the way heâd been clutching his hair, growling, muttering to himself. I hesitated, uncertain. Words fought in my head: You understand me, Tillyâ¦I said I love youâ¦I donât say things I donât meanâ¦I lied. I lied. He lied. Heâd lied to me. But I was starting to wonder, watching him now, which time heâd really lied. I needed to know.
I stepped out of the trees. Spencer didnât turn, though I noticed his head tilted ever so slightly in my direction, listening. For a moment, I just stood and stared at his back, the tight set of his shoulders, the curled weights of his fists at his sides. And then he spoke.
âWhat are you doing out here?â he asked, his voice flat. I recalled heâd asked the same thing in the exact same tone the first night Iâd found him by the stream, chucking pebbles into the water. It felt like an eternity ago, though I knew it had only been a few weeks. Hell, yesterday felt like an eternity ago. Everything in my head was blurred, confused, jumbled. I rubbed my forehead, trying to focus, but all I could think of was Spencerâs eyes when he promised on the night of the full moon, after the attack, that he wouldnât let anyone hurt me for any reason. Heâd said so many things like that, been my saviour so many times.
About the Author:
H.G. Lynch is a Paranormal Romance author from Scotland. She is an avid reader, and cat-lover. She spends most of her days writing, while wrestling her cat off her laptop. She loves horse-riding, Star Trek, and snow.
Her books are dark paranormal romances.
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