Wedding Moon (Black Hills Wolves #52)

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Wedding Moon

Copyright © 2016 by D.L. Jackson

ISBN: 978-1-68361-078-6

Cover Art by Fiona Jayde

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Wedding Moon

Felix Dawson loves the ladies. As a retriever, a Wolf who runs errands for the pack, he’s met his fair share of buxom beauties outside Los Lobos. After an incident involving a traveling freak show and a mob of angry clowns seeking retribution for his taking the innocence of some not so innocent triplets, he swore to his alpha he’d stay out of trouble and away from human women.

And so far he has, until a vision in white stops him on the interstate outside Sioux Falls. He’s a knight in shining armor kind of guy and far be it for him to pass up a runaway bride in distress. Promises be damned.

Tierney manages to escape what could’ve been the worst mistake of her life. When she ditches her groom before the wedding, she has to run with a one hundred thousand dollar gown, purchased by the man she’d left behind. Good thing someone stopped to pick her up on the interstate, and bonus, it sounds like they’re headed to a remote location where she can lay low, until she can get the dress shipped back and avoid arrest for grand larceny.

When she can’t get anything out of Felix about the private community he won’t take her to, she decides to sneak into the cargo area of his Hummer when he goes into the gas station to use the restroom, jumping from the frying pan into the fire.

And then he catches her.

Geronimo!

Dear Reader,

From the first moment my friend and fellow author, Rebecca Royce, approached me about writing for a new Decadent super secret project, Black Hills Wolves, I’ve had several characters in mind. I started with the more serious tales of bank robbers and a PTSD plagued hero. By the time I got to my Dawson boys, things took a different direction. Never did I expect my Dawson Wolves to be so much fun.

And trouble.

I hope you’ll check out my newest tales, Wedding Moon and Bringing Down Romeo, and laugh along with me at the Matron’s antics. They certainly ran away with the stories more than once, and let me tell you, as Gee can attest; they are not easy to rein back in.

Best,

D. L. Jackson

www.AuthorDLJackson.com

Black Hills Wolves Stories

Wolf’s Return

What a Wolf Wants

Black Hills Desperado

Wolf’s Song

Claiming His Mate

When Hell Freezes

Portrait of a Lone Wolf

Alpha in Disguise

A Wolf’s Promise

Reluctant Mate

Diamond Moon

Wolf on a Leash

Tempting the Wolf

Naming His Mate

A Wolf Awakens

The Wolf and the Butterfly

Infiltrating Her Pack

Omega’s Heart

Rebel’s Claw

Claiming the She-Wolf

Worth Fighting For

Dangerous

Uncaged

Promiscuous Wolf

Disquieted Souls

A Cougar Among Wolves

Long Road Home

A Mate’s Healing Touch

Another Chance

Broken Silence

A Wolf’s Contract

A Mate’s Redeeming Touch

A Cougar Among Wolves

Pleasure Me

Craving His Love

Jasmine Moon

Winter Solstice Run

Wolf’s Holiday

Winter Magic

Winter Secrets

Winter Solstice Ménage

Wolf in Winter Clothing

Murder in Los Lobos

Scent of Murder

Scent of the Hunt

Scent of His Woman

Scent of Madness

Coming Soon

Secrets of the Hunt

Salvaged Souls

Also by DL Jackson

Carnal Desires

Carnal Attraction

Carnal Denial

Cinderella Wore Combat Boots

Seducing Liberty

This Endris Night

Her Boogie Woogie Bugle Guy

Being Prince Charming

Beauty and the Brigadier

Rebel Souls

Last Flight of the Ark

Courtesan Boot Camp

Prepper Romance

Finding Mercy

Shockwave

Slipping the Past

The Willfully Wedded Virgin

Moon Crazy

Dangerous

Wedding Moon

A Black Hills Wolves Story

By

D.L. Jackson

Chapter One

Tierney stared into the mirror. The cover-up did a great job hiding the bruise under her eye, but it didn’t take the hurt from her heart. She chewed on her lip. Can I do it?

He’d sworn it would never happen again. No, it would, unless....

She lifted her pearl and diamond-encrusted skirt, studying it. So that’s what a hundred thousand dollars looks like. She’d left her clothes back at the hotel and would be unable to change out of the monstrosity at the church. A pity. She was pretty certain taking off with it could get her charged with grand larceny. Lucky for her, the dressing room sat near a fire escape leading into an alley, not far from a ramp to the interstate, where, hopefully, she could make a getaway before the authorities caught her.

Maxwell had flown the designer from Paris to create this gown exclusively for her. Her fiancé’s choice of fabric, his choice of style. Even the fortune in jewels sewn onto the fabric, his. Nothing about the god-awful gown spoke to her. Actually, she looked like a very expensive harlot in it. She’d tried to argue she’d pick her own dress, opting for something simple and elegant, but what Max wanted, Max got. So here she stood, looking like a stripper, exactly as he wanted.

What about this wedding wasn’t?

The guests were his, even the cake a flavor he’d chosen—rum raisin. Who the hell chose rum raisin for a wedding cake? He’d all but told her he owned her—bought and paid for—and demonstrated his control by tugging her strings and watching her dance to his music. But he’d made one mistake. He’d failed to squash her rebellious streak, the same streak which had her standing here, asking what the heck she thought marrying him would accomplish.

No, he didn’t own her. Not yet. She hadn’t said I do. So, when she got somewhere safe and away from him, she’d ship the dress back. No harm—no foul. Except. Well, the wedding was bought and paid for to the tune of sixty grand. Lord, what had she gotten herself into?

Plus, if he caught her, he wasn’t the forgiving type. Since she didn’t have a family nearby, and the only friends she had were the ones he picked for her, nobody would miss her if she disappeared. At least, not right away. Long enough he could dispose of any evidence of her demise.

She should just marry him. But her granny, God rest her soul, would roll over in her grave if she did. She’d always told Tierney someday she’d find a man who would love her the way her father had loved her mother. A forever guy. She’d told her to hold out for him because out there somewhere, under that big sky, a man existed who would love her to his dying breath.

Yeah, and that man isn’t Max. She slipped her engagement ring off her finger and set it on the stand beside the mirror. For all the excess Max went to, the ring was the one thing he’d kept simple. If he’d spent one hundred dollars on it, she’d be surprised. Another way he’d shown her the only value she had was what he assigned to her.

Knock, knock, knock. Five minutes, Celia called from the other side and walked away, her heels clicking on the imported Spanish tile. Celia, Max’s assistant and the one he fucked in his office at night, when he said he had to work late, the very woman he swore he’d never touched. Tierney’s inquiry of said whore’s lipstick on his collar had been the reason for the black eye she’d had to cover up. No way would she marry a man who hit her or smashed away at her self-confidence.

Now or never. Tierney raced over to the window and pushed it up. She slipped her heels off and dropped them to the ground. Lucky her, a ledge about eighteen inches wide gave her access to a fire escape no farther than ten feet away. She’d need only edge along the narrow brownstone and climb onto the metal stairs to make her escape. A piece of cake. If only her dress didn’t weigh so much. Oh, this would in no way be fun.

She reached up, plucked her diamond tiara off her head, tossed it across the room like a Frisbee, gathered the excess fabric of her skirt, and climbed out the window. Two stories below, she could hear the music of the organ start up. In another minute, her cue to start down the aisle would play. She needed to move, and now.

Step. Slide. Step. Slide. She pressed her back to the stone and moved as quickly as she could. As she reached the fire escape, the wedding march started. Dun, dun-dun, dun, dun, dun-dun....