Spark – Book 3

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Length: Novella
Genre: Paranormal, MC Romance

Babysitting duty. How could he possibly have been so unlucky? Spark is certain the fates are out to get him when the Pres gives him the news. But when the princess of the Silver Skulls comes waltzing through the door, all flirtatious smiles and a bit of sass, he realizes he’s in an entirely different kind of trouble.

Mina can’t help but flirt with Spark, especially when she realizes he’s her destined mate. But no matter how hard she pushes, he just won’t fall. Desperate times call for desperate measures. When Mina grabs him by the balls – literally – she knows she finally has his attention.

Maned wolf or chicken? Spark does the unthinkable and claims Mina in a moment of passion, but the thought of her angry, over-protective father coming after him has him running off with his tail tucked between his legs. Maybe if he’d stuck around, he’d know he left behind something more than an annoyed, slightly disappointed Mina.

 

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Excerpt

 

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Copyright ©2015 Jessica Coulter Smith

Spark wasn’t sure how he’d pulled babysitting duty, yet here he sat, waiting for the princess of the Silver Skulls M.C., a known werewolf pack, to saunter her ass through the damn door. He could understand not choosing one of the mated males, since their mating was new, but that left an entire M.C. and yet Blitz had chosen him. This job sucked ass. What the hell was he supposed to do with some pampered wolf anyway?

The door opened and the tiniest woman he’d ever seen walked in, hair hanging down past her ass in golden waves. His beast perked up when her blue eyes swung his way and the soft smile curving her lips made his cock stand at attention. He didn’t know who the angel was, but to hell with the wolf princess. Spark had every intention of making this lady’s acquaintance and maybe seeing where things would go from there. He’d give anything to feel that lush body under his.

“You must be Spark,” she said, holding out a delicate hand.

Spark blinked at her, startled. Had she seen his name on his cut?

“I’m Mina.” Her smile broadened. “My father is the President of the Silver Skulls M.C. I was told you would be the one to watch over me while he’s gone?”

Oh fuck! “Uh. Yeah.”

He quickly gripped her hand and stifled a groan at how perfect her hand felt in his. Being attracted to the pack princess was not in the plans. Now what the hell was he supposed to do? It wasn’t like he could walk around with a hard-on and just pray she wouldn’t notice. He was sure that would go over great with her daddy. Hell, even his own brothers would have his ass if he made a play for Mina.

God. Even her name was perfect.

“Have you eaten?” she asked, motioning to the menu on the table. “Daddy didn’t give me time for lunch and I find I’m starved.”

“I was waiting for the waitress to come take my order,” he said, thankful the table was hiding the bulge in his pants. He watched as she slid onto the seat across from him and picked up the discarded menu. She pursed her perfect, pouty lips as she perused the menu.

“I don’t get to eat out much,” she admitted.  “What’s good here?”

“I usually order one of their burgers, but Luna, one of the mates, says she loves their grilled chicken Cesar salad.”

She looked at him from under her lashes. “Do I look like a girl who eats salad?”

Spark cleared his throat, not really sure how to answer that. Was she trying to call herself fat? She had curves to spare, but she was still a tiny thing. He decided not answering was the best course of action.

She went back to looking over the menu and set it down when the waitress came over. The brunette looked him over and gave him a flirty smile, which seemed to amuse Mina. The sparkle in her eyes should have warned him she was up to no good, but he still wasn’t prepared for the words that came out of her mouth.

“Do you flirt with everyone’s boyfriends?” Mina asked with an arched brow. “I mean, I am sitting right here.”

Probably a good thing he didn’t have a drink yet. He’d have choked on it when she called him her boyfriend. Not that he wasn’t pleased with the notion of being able to claim her as his, but he knew she was just toying with the woman. The brunette flushed in embarrassment and asked for their drink order.

“I think we’re ready to order,” Mina said. “I’ll have the A1 steak burger, fully loaded, with a side of sweet potato fries, and for an appetizer, I’d love the trio basket with fried squash, fried mozz, and fried pickles.”

Spark stared at her and wondered where the hell she was going to put all that food. He placed his order and then focused on Mina after the waitress left to place their order. He wasn’t sure what he was doing with her just yet. The club was footing the bill for them to stay in a two-bedroom suite at a local hotel, even though Spark had a spare room at home. Apparently, his place wasn’t good enough for the princess.

“Your club must really like you,” she said. “My dad told them to assign their most trusted member to guard me. Not that I think I need guarding, mind you. What’s the worst that’s going to happen to me in a hotel room? I might break a nail. Hardly a matter of national security, but he worries.”

“You’re his only child?”

“Only girl. I have five older brothers. They’re every bit as protective as Daddy. You should have seen me in high school. They chased off every guy that paid attention to me, but I sneaked out behind their backs and dated someone for a while. My oldest brother was furious when he found out I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I told him that’s what he got for listening to private conversations.” She smiled. “I bet you never had to sneak out to see someone.”

“Uh, no. My dad was absent from our lives, and mom was more interested in the bottom of her latest bottle. I pretty much had free rein to do whatever I wanted, which is why I started prospecting when I was fifteen. I was patched in on my eighteenth birthday.”

“I’m guessing that wasn’t too long ago. You don’t look very old.”

“I’m old enough. You look barely out of high school.”

Her cheeks flushed. “I’m twenty,” she mumbled. “An adult.”

“You can’t even drink legally.”