Birthright by Marie Johnston


Birthright by Marie Johnston

Length:  274 pages

Publisher: Self-published

Genre: Romance, paranormal, shifter

Porter Denlan’s home is in turmoil, his pack lives in fear of their cruel leader, but he knows one female whose birthright can govern them without question. Unfortunately, his nemesis is also searching for her—and it isn’t to bring her back to the home she was taken from.Raised as a human, Maggie Miller wishes she could connect with her species.



“One queen-sized bed, please.”

Porter ignored the jab in his shins and the glare from a stunning set of pale blue eyes.

He paid in cash, grabbed the key, and flashed her a wolfish grin.

She rounded on him as soon as they entered their room. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking it was cheaper. Do you have any cash on you?” Porter had more than enough, but she didn’t have to know that.

She pursed her lips and crossed her arms, eyeing the bed dubiously. “I can go to the bank tomorrow.”

“Not on a Sunday. You can use the bathroom first. I’m going to comb the yellow pages looking for a car rental place that’s open tomorrow.”

Maggie stomped into the bathroom and Porter bit back a laugh. She was afraid she’d give in to her urges around him. He’d been fighting them all night to keep from pulling into a secluded spot and discovering how long it would take to pull down her tight pants.

They were mates and now she knew it. What she didn’t know was how dedicated to each other mates were. Porter planned to use it against her. Her insistence that Lobo Springs meant nothing to her ratcheted up his determination to get her there. If she stepped foot in the place of her birth, it’d settle into her bones, she’d attach to the people. Then she wouldn’t be able to leave it to Seamus’ mercy.

Maggie sauntered out of the bathroom, completely dressed, but her shiny hair hung down her back. His fingers itched to bury themselves in it. He’d built a mahogany cabinet once out of aged wood that had developed into a deep, rich brown like her hair. How fitting he’d describe her hair like that.

Kicking off her shoes, she toed them next to the bed and crawled between the covers.

Settle in sweetheart. Porter took his turn in the bathroom, neatly hanging up his pants and shirt on the door hook. When he was done, the lights were off. Not an issue for a shifter, just a signal from Maggie that she only planned on sleeping.

Her still form curled in the blankets, facing the wall, was another signal. One Porter planned to ignore. He settled in next to her.

Maggie twisted to peer at him, her eyes opening wide at his nudity. “What are you doing? Where are your clothes?”

He reclined on his back, his arms behind his head. “Resting, and hanging up in the bathroom.”

“So you just thought you’d slide into bed naked?”

“We’re open with our bodies. It’s not like we can have someone waiting with a robe when we shift to our wolf and back.”

“I can’t sleep with you like that. There’s a chair for you.”

A tiny leather one offering no more room than a folding chair. “I don’t think so, beautiful.”

“Then I’ll sleep there.”

She threw the sheets back, but Porter grabbed her arm, rolling her under him, anchoring her arms above her head. She gasped, shocked he moved so quickly. Gulping she looked around as if noticing for the first time she was on her back, he stretched over her, and she was pinned.

“We’re both adults, Maggie. What are you afraid of?”

She strained against his grip, her pelvis pushing up against his groin. Felt so good. His erection free of any restraints. The raspy material of her jeans exquisite agony against his tender flesh.

“Are you worried that I’d do this?” He dropped his head and captured the incensed words before they left her mouth.



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