His eyes glittering dangerously #MFRWhooks

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n nBe care what you wish for, because you just might get it. n nWillow should have taken heed of that familiar warning, because she wanted Dane’s attention and then got it. She wasn’t ready. n nOn assignment protecting a paranoid client at a convention, Dane Karl has finally found his mate, a very young sidhe ill-equipped to deal with a legendary mercenary warrior, fierce weretiger, and powerful sidhe all wrapped up in one big, badass package. n nHis plan for a slow courtship ruined by the catastrophe that destroys the conference hotel, he claims Willow as his mate to keep her safe from the demons hunting sidhe flesh and sidhe magic. Willow must find her strength to stand up to her legendary husband’s overbearing ways, deal with the shade of his long dead, sidhe wife, and survive the demons after them. n nCan an ancient warrior learn to love? Can a young, untried sidhe find her strength? n nThis is the third and final book of the Tree of Life trilogy.n n

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Excerpt

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n​“Two rooms,” she blurted.
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nThe clerk hesitated. Dane bent down and murmured in Willow’s ear, “One room. I need to protect you.”
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nShe turned wide eyes up at him and shivered and wondered who would protect her from him. Oh, no, she did not believe for a moment that he’d hurt her—at least not beat her up, stab her, or attempt to kill her. (Attempt? Hah.) No, what she feared was a different kind of assault that would dissolve her resistance and bind her to him irrevocably.
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nAt that point, the evening shift manager rushed through an office door and said, “Are you victims of the hotel collapse?”
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n“We are,” Dane confirmed.
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nHe turned to the clerk, who looked confused, and explained, “The Palm Springs Palazzo Hotel has collapsed! Police are sending those victims who are ambulatory to other facilities. Make sure they get a room. We can’t be seen turning away customers who need us in this time of difficulty unless every single room is full.”
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nWillow suppressed a snort. Of course the hotel wouldn’t be turning away the rush of customers. The problem would be in collecting payment for the room nights and food, since she was sure many people wouldn’t have their money or belongings with them.
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n“One room,” Dane said. “Others are coming in even as we speak.”
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nAnd it was true, Willow realized. People whose bank accounts could withstand The Palms’ room rates were filling the lobby.
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nThe clerk swiped two key cards and handed them to Dane. Efficiently, she gave him the room information and directed him to the elevator bank.
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n“Come, Willow,” he commanded softly and started walking. Once again, Willow was nearly jerked off her feet and she scrambled to keep up. The elevator doors opened almost immediately and in moments they were in their hotel room, a spacious junior suite. Only when the door had closed behind them did Dane release Willow’s hand. She determinedly stepped beyond his immediate reach and glared at him.
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n“What the hell is going on?” Willow demanded hotly.
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nDane bolted the deadbolt and latched the safety to prevent unwanted entry, then unwrapped a glass from its protective paper and filled it at the bathroom tap for a drink. He drained the glass and set it down carefully before answering her.
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n“Sit.”
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n“I’ll stand, thank you.”
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n“Sit,” he repeated, eyes glittering dangerously.n

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