He’s more beast than man. And he just caught me in his territory. I was running for my life when the Alaskan ice storm nearly claimed it. Breaking into a remote, primitive cabin was my last-ditch effort at survival, until I saw the uniform. Declan “Kodiak” Roark. He’s a federal wildlife officer, a mountain of a man with a voice like grinding tectonic plates and a body marked by the scars of the wilderness... moreHe’s more beast than man. And he just caught me in his territory. I was running for my life when the Alaskan ice storm nearly claimed it. Breaking into a remote, primitive cabin was my last-ditch effort at survival, until I saw the uniform. Declan “Kodiak” Roark. He’s a federal wildlife officer, a mountain of a man with a voice like grinding tectonic plates and a body marked by the scars of the wilderness. He represents the very law I’m fleeing, the same kind of authority that sold me out to the mob. But out here, Declan is the only law that matters. When he finds me shivering and blue-lipped, he doesn't read me my rights. He takes charge. He strips away my frozen clothes and wraps me in his heat, claiming me with a primal possessiveness that should terrify me. The storm has us trapped, and Declan has no intention of letting his "wounded animal" go. He feeds me, protects me, and watches me with a hunger that feels less like a crush and more like a hunt. As the lines between captive and protected blur, I’m forced to realize that his feral nature is the only thing standing between the men coming to kill me and me. He says he’s the most dangerous thing in these woods. He’s right. And he says I'm his. less
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