Lucy Ballard’s life sucked. First her father was killed in a boating accident, then some nut job she thought would be her husband, took something from her that left a hole in her heart the size of a watermelon. She was convinced that no man would want her now –she wasn’t whole. The one thing she had dreamed of all her life–to have a big family–was now physically impossible.
Duke and Nolan Masters were brothers, even though Duke was now the alpha of their pack. They shared everything else, including women. So it was no surprise that their mate would be one and the same, but they never imagined it would to be their new stepsister, Lucy Ballard. Not to mention the fact that she can’t’ have children, and the reaction of the pack to this would bring serious trouble.
Could the three of them come together? Would the pack accept her as their new alpha bitch even though she was damaged? Duke and Nolan were about to make sure of it, because otherwise there would be only one choice–to step down as alpha and move away from everything they knew.
She sat on a stool and smiled at Scotty who put a shot of her favorite whiskey in front of her. “How did you know?” Lucy muttered, and downed the shot in front of her.
“Any woman with those two Greek gods at her table would be in shambles. Who are they?” Scotty asked. “I love the tattoo on the one who was sitting on your right.”
“Those are my new stepbrothers and they are just as deadly up close,” Lucy grumbled, pushing the shot glass toward Scotty, as she still felt it burn in her throat and stomach. “The one with the tattoo is the oldest, Duke, and believe me the muscles in his chest and arms when he moves…”
Scotty leaned across the bar and stared at her. “Crap, you’re interested in them.” Scotty leaned on her arm.
“Well,” Scotty drummed her fingers on the bar. Lucy swore she could see the wheels moving in the bartender’s head. “They are only stepfamily through marriage, they aren’t blood. That is good, but two of them. I know the both of them haven’t taken their eyes off of you since you moved up here.” Scotty looked around her. “Yep, still staring at you.”
“They probably feel sorry for me since mom said their father heard about what happened to me, the damaged one.” Lucy grumbled, which earned a tap on the side of her head.
“Stop it right now!” Scotty glared at her and stood up straight. “You can adopt, or if the man is truly interested, your eggs could be placed in someone else. So don’t go feeling sorry for yourself or I’ll knock you off that damn barstool,” She snarled and took a step back. “Well, damn here they come and they’re not happy.”