The Alpha's Chick

Beachwalk Press, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 46,000
1 Ratings (3.0)

Danger follows an injured woman with no memory of her past, but one man is determined to keep her safe. She's in for a surprise when she discovers her protector is really a leopard shifter.

Harris, a snow leopard shifter, is Alpha to a clowder of feline shifters living in a small, remote English village. One morning, while he's out for his regular prowl, he hears a weak call for help. He finds a woman trapped in a crevice in the earth. She's injured and close to freezing. They're miles from any road, so how did she end up there?

He takes the woman to his house and nurses her back to health. When she regains consciousness she can't remember anything, not even her name. All she can recall is waking up in a damp, dark hole in the ground, freezing her butt off, and being…guarded by a leopard? She must have hallucinated that.

Falling in love while trying to remember a life that you've forgotten can be a painful path. As her memories slowly start to return it quickly becomes apparent that she's on the run. When men show up in the village searching for her, she knows her past has caught up with her.

Harris is determined to protect the beautiful woman from whatever danger is following her, but what will happen when she discovers the man she's falling for is a shifter?

Content Warning: contains strong language, some violence, and lots of hot, steamy sex scenes

The Alpha's Chick
1 Ratings (3.0)

The Alpha's Chick

Beachwalk Press, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 46,000
1 Ratings (3.0)
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The giant of a man stood. "It's okay, Chick. Calm down. No one is going to hurt you." He held his hands up, showing his palms. "I'm the one who found you. I brought you here and got the doc to patch you up."

She couldn't help but calm at his deep, sexy voice.

"You have a broken arm and a concussion, and your feet are pretty badly shredded too."

She lifted her arms to see that her right one did indeed have a cast on it. She wiggled her toes, and sure enough there was something tightly wound around them. She felt a dull ache of pain in all the places he mentioned were injured. Looking back up at the man, she examined his face and body. He was huge, muscles on muscles. If she was standing next to him, she doubted she would even reach his shoulders.

"Do you remember anything? Simple things, maybe like your name?" he asked, coming closer to the bed.

She could make out his face. It was strong, lean, and handsome. His hair was spiked and short with a hint of gray at the sides. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a black t-shirt that molded to the top half of him, clinging to all his muscles.

Closing her eyes, she once again tried to remember anything about herself, only to sigh in frustration when she recalled nothing. She felt tears pool in the corner of her eyes. "I can't remember anything. It's like someone took the lightbulb out and I can't make out anything."

The bed dipped and she opened her eyes to see the man sitting beside her.

"Well, how about I tell you what I know? I'm Harris Rockwell, and I'm the one who found you. You called out a few times, alerting me to where you were. Doc thinks you fell in the hole during the night and banged your head enough to rattle it a little, causing a concussion. He also says you had to have been running a while in order for your feet to be cut up like they were. Your arm though…he says it looks like someone took an iron bar or something to it from the defensive bruising. It's gonna take a good month or so for it to heal completely. You were wearing a pink t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and you didn't have any identification on you."

She sucked in all the information he told her. "So you know more about me at the moment than I do." She sighed.

"Maybe after a few more hours of sleep you will regain your memory. If not, you are more than welcome to stay here 'til either you do or something comes up."

"Thank you so much. I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused." She suddenly felt so tired her body sank into the mattress below her. Maybe he was right—a few more hours of sleep and she'd remember. She hoped so anyway.

"How's the pain?" he asked, standing.

"It's not too bad at the moment."

"Okay. You get some sleep, and when you wake up either myself or my sister will bring you breakfast." With a nod he walked out of the room, leaving the door ajar.

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