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276 pages, Paperback
First published April 7, 2020















Gerard yelled Vinnie’s name at the top of his lungs as he rushed back inside, but Alex barely heard him over the sound of his beast roaring in his head. The animal rushed to the surface, forcing the shift.
“Is the fox dead?” If the answer was no, she’d be thoroughly happy to rectify that situation. “My beast killed him.” Jealousy pricked at her cat—she’d wanted that privilege.

Her cat pressed against her skin, wanting to rub up against him. Bree was pretty sure he sensed her feline’s interest, because a growl vibrated his chest.
1. He is half Russian and speaks the languange.
2. That's it. That's the list.
Putting his mouth to her ear, he whispered something else in Russian. It gave her the chills in the best way. “What did that mean?” she asked. “You’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life trapping under the covers while I fart.”
He's the one to keep. And another one cause Alex is a comedian.
“That’s not true. You’re a good listener. You don’t judge.”
Oh, he totally judged. He was an asshole that way.
“Okay, we need to make it clear right now how you should act when you feel like dishing out orders to me. Step one: Hesitate before you decide to throw your metaphorical dick around. Step two: Hesitate again, reminding yourself just how useless it would be to exert authority over me. Step three: repeat the first two steps at least once. If all else fails, go play Russian Roulette with a fully loaded pistol, because it’ll save me the trouble of shooting you in the face.”

Gerard blinked. “Wait, you two took pole dancing classes?”
“Only for the fun of it.” Bree lazily waved a hand. “Relax, we don’t have plans to become strippers. We’re too lazy for that.”
If she didn’t detest scenes so much, she’d have stalked over there and punched the wolverine square in the face. Instead, she’d settled for spitting in his food as she passed his table to use the restroom, making sure he saw it.

“Moira, while I love to hear your whiny little opinions, you should know that the level of fuck I’m giving couldn’t possibly be any lower.”
“You tried to kill me while we were in the womb—how could I ever like you?” Her mouth tightened. “I don’t know why you insist on claiming I did that. We were babies, for God’s sake.”
“Mom says I came out of the womb bruised. I believe her.”
“You couldn’t have just driven through the gate like everyone else?” “There would have been no fun in that.” Mila flicked a hand. “I’m done here, go.” “I’m not feeling loved right now.” “And I’m not giving a hot shit.”
Alex looked down at his nephew, who was holding his tablet close to his chest. “I like your new haircut, Dillon.” “You should put her down before she bites you,” the wolf pup advised. “Or ask a vet to do it.” Emilia hissed. “Daddy, the mongrel’s saying I need to be put down again!”
“Ah, don’t get stressed, baby.” Dominic curled an arm around his mate and pulled her close. “On another subject, does my tongue taste funny to you?” Mila groaned. “Seriously, will you always be so weird?” “Most likely,” said Dominic.
“I would ask you not to give up on him yet. But if you feel that, in giving him time, you will be wasting your own, I understand. He has had chance to make right choice, and he has not.” Valentina sighed. “It is sad for a mother to realize she raised an idiot.”
Everyone needed an escape sometimes. Some used drugs or alcohol. She used books, and anyone who thought that was childish could go fuck themselves with a Tiki torch.
“I’m just surprised you’re here. You don’t normally give a shit what’s happening with someone unless it directly affects you.” He made a gruff sound. “I detest you a lot less than I detest the rest of the population.” Bree felt one side of her mouth curve. “Be still, my heart.”
Everyone needed an escape sometimes. Some used drugs or alcohol. She used books, and anyone who thought that was childish could go fuck themselves with a Tiki torch.
"She could see that he wanted her to feel owned. Dominated. His."


"Damn if she didn’t love the bossy, impossibly rude bastard..."Told in multiple POV, When He's Dark is a passionate blend of action, suspense, and paranormal bliss. As always, Ms. Wright offers a creative plot with numerous twists and turns. Bree and Alex offer witty banter and their passion is off the charts. Although I enjoyed the chemistry between the two main characters, I did feel the book was a bit too long.
"Love breathing in the scent of your need. I swear I can almost taste it.”Overall, if Suzanne Wright is writing, I am reading. I love her writing style, her creative storytelling skills, and the amazing shifter world that she has created. When He's Dark will appeal to paranormal romance fans who enjoy a powerful alpha male and a spunky heroine! I am looking forward to meeting more of The Olympus Pride.




) kinda perked my interest, but nothing really came of it. The hero is a wolverine (small bear-sized).


Bree sighed and joined her hands together. “Okay, we need to make it clear right now how you should act when you feel like dishing out orders to me. Step one: Hesitate before you decide to throw your metaphorical dick around. Step two: Hesitate again, reminding yourself just how useless it would be to exert authority over me. Step three: repeat the first two steps at least once. If all else fails, go play Russian Roulette with a fully loaded pistol, because it’ll save me the trouble of shooting you in the face.

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