Sherrilyn Kenyon
 Night Play
Dark Hunter novel # 6

Bride McTierney has had it with men. They're cheap, self-centered, and never love her for who she is. But though she prides herself on being independent, deep down she still yearns for a knight in shining armor. She just never expected her knight in shining armor to have a shiny coat of fur...

Deadly and tortured, Vane Kattalakis isn't what he seems. Most women lament that their boyfriends are dogs. In Bride's case, hers is a wolf. A Were-Hunter wolf. Wanted dead by his enemies, Vane isn't looking for a mate. But the Fates have marked Bride as his. Now he has three weeks to either convince Bride that the supernatural is real or he will spend the rest of his life neutered - something no self-respecting wolf can accept...

But how does a wolf convince a human to trust him with her life when his enemies are out to end his? In the world of the Were-Hunters, it really is dog-eat-dog. And only one alpha male can win.

 

(...) Bride frowned as the rider jumped the curb in front of the Alfa and parked it right outside her shop. The instant the rider removed his helmet, her heart pounded. It was Vane - and not the furry one. Dressed in a black leather jacket and faded jeans, he looked good enough to eat.
And his rugged handsomeness made a mochery of Taylor's pretty-boy features. Taylor stared at them as Bride closed the distance between them. Vane put the kickstand down, then slung a long, masculine leg over the bike. In one fluid move, he pulled her against him and kissed her like something out of a movie.
- Hi, Bride. - he breathed against her lips.
She smiled up at him. - Hi -
- Who the hell is this? - Taylor asked.
Vane gave him a once-over that said he didn't think much of Taylor. - I'm her lover, who the hell are you? -
Bride bit her lips as happiness tore through her. She could kiss him again for that.
- I'm her boyfriend -
- Ah - Vane said - You're the skank dickhead - He looked back at Bride - I thought you threw this loser out -
She smiled even wider before she cast an evil glare at Taylor - I did, but he came back... begging -
Vane looked over her shoulder at the movers, who were quickly piling her furniture and boxes on the sidewalk. - What are they doing? -
She drew a ragged breath at Taylor's cruelty - Taylor is paying them to leave my stuff on the street like trash. Whatever I try to pay them to take it to my apartment, he's going to double it -
Vane looked less than pleased by that - Really? - He lifted his chin - Hey guys? -
They paused to look at Vane.
- Ten thousand dollars to take her stuff inside and put it wherever she wants it. -  (...) Vane passed what could only be called a shit-eating grin toward Taylor - You feel like doubling it now? (...)