He’ll risk everything for the love of one human.
Agreeing to be her good friend’s bridesmaid, Emma Anderson jets off to Tybee Island for the wedding. Her dress is perfect and her shoes are adorable, but her friend’s elegant beachside home hides an ancient secret…one that threatens to expose a secret society of werewolves.
Drake Randolph has watched his sister’s friend grow into a ravishing woman, but he’s always kept his distance. As the heir to the Randolph fortune and the alpha of the Secret Society of Savannah Lycanthropes, Drake cannot afford to draw the innocent little brunette into the dangerous lycan world.
Passion between them soon blazes hotter than the Georgia summer. But when the wrong woman is kidnapped to prevent the wedding of a lycan to a mortal, Drake must risk everything to save Emma from the ones who will see the downfall of all he holds dear.
“Last minute change.”Emma Anderson paused in the act of stuffing her suitcase and glanced at the cell phone nestled on the bright pink counterpane of her bed. The phone was on speaker so she could talk to her best friend, Alyssa, but have her hands free to continue the frantic packing.She really didn’t need a last minute change. “What is it? Do we have another fitting?”She rolled her eyes and hoped not. No less than fifteen fittings had taken place over the last six months in preparation for her best friend’s wedding. Emma’s weight fluctuations were being watched closer than a hawk by Alyssa. It was understandable for the bride to want her wedding to go off without a hitch, but it did get a bit old.“No, no more fittings.” Alyssa’s laughter sounded through the phone. “I’m sorry if I’ve been such a beast about it.”“No problem,” Emma answered breezily. “You’re marrying the man of your dreams. It’s only natural for you to want a fairytale wedding. Now tell me what the change is.”Emma studied the pile of clothes on her bed, glanced at her overstuffed suitcase, and back to the clothes. How in hell would everything fit?The next ten days would be spent on Tybee Island, Georgia, as the countdown to Alyssa’s wedding began. Festivities were planned for nearly every night of the next week and Emma had purchased new outfits for each. As a result, she had way more things to pack than she’d thought and a skyrocketing balance on her credit card.As the maid of honor, Emma wanted to look her best. For once, she wanted to fit in with the gorgeous Randolph family. She wanted Alyssa’s enigmatic older brother to see her in a different light. She wrenched her thoughts away from Drake Randolph. She didn’t need distractions. Her flight was in less than two hours and she was nowhere near ready.The sound of Alyssa taking a deep breath caught Emma’s attention. Here it came. Bad news for sure. Her grip on a lavender halter dress tightened. “Just spit it out already.”“Chase wants me to drive down to Tybee with him.” The rush of words escaped Alyssa.“That sounds fun. Wait a minute…” Emma’s voice trailed off. “Then I have to fly alone?”“Well…” Alyssa’s drawn out answer didn’t ease Emma’s fears. “Drake is still flying home. You know he came to New Orleans for business a couple of days ago. He booked a ticket on our flight so we could all fly together.”“Alyssa, seriously. If this is just some convoluted plan at matchmaking, I’ll never forgive you.”“No, I swear it, Emma! Chase really did ask me to drive down with him. He wants to take the Porsche and doesn’t trust it being shipped by freight.”Emma tossed the halter dress into her suitcase, heedless of the wrinkles it would receive from such careless packing. “Does he know?”“Does who know what?”“Your brother. Does he know he’s flying alone with me?”Alyssa made a huffing sound. “What does it matter?”A growl of frustration escaped her lips and the rush of air ruffled her bangs. “You know how much Drake dislikes me.”“He doesn’t dislike you.”“Oh, really?” Emma stuffed a pair of white linen slacks in the bag. “Then why doesn’t he ever talk to me?”“Drake is just…he’s a bit quiet.”“Quiet is an understatement.” In the ten years she’d known Alyssa’s brother, she’d barely heard him speak more than a dozen words to her.“Don’t be mad,” Alyssa begged.Emma heaved a loud sigh. “You so owe me for this.”Kissing noises came over the phone. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! And you’re right, I do owe you. When we get to the island, I’ll take you out for lobster tail. I promise.”Emma bit her lip to keep from smiling. Her friend certainly knew the path to Emma’s heart started and ended with really good seafood. “I’m going to hold you to that. Now let me get off the phone, so I can finish packing.”“You’re not finished yet?” True panic sounded in Alyssa’s voice. “But you should be leaving for the airport now! You know how bad traffic is at this time.”“Exactly the reason I’m saying I need to go. Anyhoo, it’s Wednesday. Traffic won’t be that bad today. I’ll make the flight. See you in a few hours.” Emma disconnected the call before Alyssa had a chance to get all dramatic on her. With another resigned sigh, she scooped clothing up by the handful and stuffed it into her luggage.Why had she left her packing until the last minute? She’d had good intentions the night before, but got distracted when mother called. Listening to her wail about there being no good men left in Georgia hadn’t been the highlight of Emma’s evening.Thank goodness Jackie Anderson wasn’t able to make the wedding. Emma couldn’t imagine a worse fate than watching her mom troll the single, or even the married, men the whole night. Business was booming for her mom’s bakery in Macon and she was just about to open a second shop in Atlanta, so she couldn’t spare the time to come to Tybee.Emma slammed the suitcase shut. At least one thing had gone right in her life.