Knotting with a Stranger (Whispering Grove, #1)

by Harley Knight

What happened to murder is bad for business? You feeling okay? Murder is excellent for business if you know how to market it. To die for takes on a whole new meaning.

“Ten minutes,” Dad announces, checking his watch. “That’s my limit. Then I’m faking a stroke.”

“Remember,” I whisper. “If cousin Rebecca starts on about her Alpha husband’s latest promotion⁠—” “Sudden migraine,” Dad nods. “If Patricia mentions her Omega support group⁠—” “Spontaneous combustion.” “If Martha asks about grandchildren⁠—” “We run like hell.”

don’t look too closely at the meatloaf. Looking only makes it stronger.”

bergamot, old books, and autumn leaves, with an underlying sweetness that makes my insides flutter.

His hair glints in the morning light, turning it to burnished gold, and when he straightens up, I see a glimpse of an intricate rose tattoo peeking from beneath his rolled sleeve.

His dark copper hair is slightly messy, probably from the storm, and his storm-gray eyes fix on me with an intensity that sends my heart into a pounding race.

A burn scar traces up his left forearm, visible where he’s pushed up his sleeves.

And make no mistake, Lily is mine. She just doesn’t know it yet. The storm that brought her to me wasn’t chance—it was fate. And I intend to claim what fate has delivered.

“My Lily. The one I used to chat with for hours, who drove me crazy, who had me smiling to myself when I should have been sleeping. The one I even dreamed about.”

“That sometimes the worst wrong turns lead to exactly where you’re supposed to be.”