A Wolf’s Obsession has a New Release Date

by Asa Maria Bradley

Well, life handed me some lemons, and to make some delicious lemonade, I had to move my release day out for A WOLF’S OBSESSION. The new date will happen as soon as I have the files ready, within a week or two, and you can still preorder the book, https://books2read.com/AWolfsObsession

And to tide you over, read on for an excerpt.

Bolt Varg in a tuxedo took her breath away. The tailored jacket perfectly fit his broad shoulders. Although the expensive material was too thick to reveal any of his toned body, he somehow managed to still look muscular. “I’m sorry I’m late.” He bent down and lightly kissed her cheek. A small echo of the sparks that had zapped them when they’d touched the night before zinged her cheek. She looked down at the floor, but it was not carpeted, so the static buildup wouldn’t work as an excuse here. 

Regie had to swallow twice before she could speak. “Well, a phone call would have been nice.” She tried to sound haughty, the way a peeved fiance would, but the new sexy spy looks of his threw her off-kilter. She sounded a bit breathless instead.

He smirked, hopefully, because she was pretending to be irritated and not because she’d become all flustered. “That dress looks amazing on you, Babe.” The sparkle in his eyes told her he knew exactly how much he pissed her off by using that nickname.

She was about to tell him to change the term of endearment again but swallowed the words when the mayor’s wife strolled by with a little wave to Regie and a very appreciative glance for Bolt.

“Let’s dance.” He held out his hand to Regie, one eyebrow raised.

She considered turning him down because she was too discombobulated by the weird emotions flooding her body. But that would ruin the image of the happily engaged couple her PR team and Heimdall Sheild were working so hard to create. “I didn’t know dancing was part of your skillset,” she said while placing her hand in his.

He interlaced his fingers with hers and placed his other hand just above the small of her back, pulling her close.

She worked hard to suppress the flush of heat that started low in her abdomen and flooded her body. Bolt’s quiet chuckle told her she’d not been successful. His lips brushed against her temple so lightly she thought maybe she’d imagined it. But his breath was hot against her neck as he whispered in her ear. “You haven’t even scraped the surface of my skillset yet, Babe.”

Regie felt a flush creep all the way up from her toes to the roots of her hair. 

She was in trouble. Big, big trouble. 

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