I scanned the skies, where a wall of gray clouds brought a chill, icy breeze with them. I didn’t even know which direction to run to. So how on earth was I supposed to escape? Being a city girl, I didn’t trust myself alone in the woods. East Texas? Oklahoma? And where the heck was the driveway? I circled the deck twice to make sure I hadn’t missed anything, but there was no driveway leading from the cabin just more woods and a footpath. We were obviously no longer in Fort Worth. I stared at the gorgeous scenery in dismay. There was also a jet tub in the bathroom, a lovely deck surrounding the house, and miles and miles of trees. A massive bed dominated the room, a fact not lost on me. The ceilings were arched and spacious, and there was a second floor with a master bedroom. Had he gone to exchange my sister with the wolves? Is that why I was here by myself? Worried, I went back through the house again, this time thoroughly searching each room. Where was Beau? Why had I been left here alone?įear set in. Sara had panicked and changed, and a bunch of were-cougars had arrived to save the day. To my place.” Alarm returned as full memory did.Ī monster had been in my house. My panty hose were intact and my hair was still a disgusting mess. Stupid fool that I was, I’d thought it was something to make me relax.

That bastard Ramsey had given me something to knock me out. I opened a dozen doors, but I was the only one in the house. The world came rushing back and I bolted through the rooms, looking for her. This wasn’t just a log cabin-this was a log cabin on steroids.īeau’s house? I vaguely remembered him saying he would take me home. A braided rug decorated the floor, and I caught a glimpse of a spacious kitchen across the living room. The room itself was huge, the windows large, filling the room with sunlight. The couch was an ugly country plaid, and the walls were some sort of log planks. It looked like I was in some sort of rustic lodge. I wiped them away and frowned at my surroundings.

That explained the crick in my neck and the drool tracks down the side of my face. I sat up, realizing that I was on someone’s couch. When I woke up, the foul taste in my mouth had blossomed into a whole new kind of foul, and my head throbbed.

Beauty Dates the Beast by Jessica Sims