Rabbit Hole (Dark Trails #2)

Can a bond forged in raw, animalistic heat survive if it evolves into something more?

Adair

Chasing me through the woods is one thing. But now I’m sharing a house — and a bed — with a bossy a-hole who can’t stand me. He’s dominant, he’s derisive — and I crave his rough touch like nothing else. Once I see the softness beneath this bearded bully’s gruff exterior, I have to admit to myself: I’m in big trouble.

Because the odds are stacked against me. The idea that this surly sadist wants anything deeper than a tryst is laughable; the close proximity we’re forced into is bound to tame the feral magnetism that draws us together. And that’s before I make a fateful decision that threatens to trample the fragile trust growing between us.

Jack

I am still not a nice guy. So how the hell did I wind up with this bright-eyed bunny under my roof and under my skin? I know it was technically my doing, but I didn’t really have a choice; I couldn’t just literally leave him out in the cold.

His scatterbrained sunniness grates on my nerves, and the way he keeps me at arm’s length is infuriating. Still, my urge to protect and possess him only intensifies as time goes on. When a chance encounter forces a reckoning with my painful past, the hard shell I’ve built to protect my heart begins to splinter. I start to wonder: Can predator and prey ever find lasting happiness together?