Expected Release Date:
April 29, 2014
I’m Dan Smith, and I’m currently living two lives. Maybe even three if you really look into it. Haley, Allison, Hunter, Wade, Sergio, and Isla all exist in one or more of them somehow. Am I a supporting role in their stories, or are they merely characters in mine? You decide. Haley told her story. Now I’ll tell mine. She said. He said. This is my story.
Warning: Some explicit language and sexual content.
Note: This is the second book in a series and will be best-received if read after A is for Alpha Male.
Secret Alpha is the companion novel to A is for Alpha Male.
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Secret Alpha Excerpt
Once again, Allison had no answer, but that didn’t get Haley down
at all. I could feel my feet start to walk in their direction, straight
down the bar and stopping right in front of them, as though I was having an out
of body experience.
“As far as loosening up, I meant alcohol.....Shot time!”
Perfect. Cue me.
She looked away from her mom right at that moment, honing in like
a laser beam on my exact location. And then, looked right through me.
Burn.
“Two shots of fireball, please,” Haley requested sweetly, but I
could tell she didn’t notice me at all. If anything, that made her even cuter. She was completely there,
in that moment, with her mom. Clearly, they had a strong, close, vibrant
relationship, and a respect that I hardly ever saw between people anymore. Living in such a technologically driven era, people rarely
interacted with one another without an outside distraction like a cell phone
going at the same time. Don’t worry, I’m not anti-technology, but I am pro-personal
connection. The kind of camaraderie that’s strong enough to hold a person’s
entire interest. It’s probably a lifetime lacking in close connections that
drives my philosophical approach to conversational engagement, but I couldn’t
tell you for sure because I’m not a psychologist.
“You got it, sweetheart,” I said, and then began thoroughly
kicking my own ass for adding on a term of endearment. I seriously didn’t know
what the fuck was wrong with me. I didn’t know what is was about this girl that
had me tied in knots, and I didn’t know why in the fuck I kept letting myself
forget I was in the middle of a very serious, extremely dangerous
investigation. There was probably a price on my head at that exact moment, for
fuck’s sake. I pulled my lips back over my teeth immediately, putting away the
dimples and effectively putting the kabash on my smile. But it didn’t even
matter because she still hadn’t even really looked at me. In fact, another man,
someone I wasn’t familiar with, had just approached her and started flirting. He was a cocksucking dork, I could tell, but she flirted back. The
really disgusting part is that I felt an immediate flare of fire in my belly,
the edges of my flaming jealousy licking the lining of my stomach and burning
me alive. Placing the shots on the bar in front of them, I redirected my
mind and energy and moved to the other end of the bar, keen to do any other
work I could come up with. But as I left, I allowed myself one last look, startling
noticeably when Allison’s keen blue eyes found mine and a knowing smile crept
sweetly onto her face.
Fuck. Me.
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Laurel Ulen Curtis
is a 27 year old mother of one. She lives with her husband and son (and cat and
two fish!) in New Jersey, but grew up all over the United States. She graduated
from Rutgers University in 2009 with a Bachelor of Science in Meteorology, and
puts that to almost no use other than forecasting for her friends and writing a
storm chasing heroine! She has a passion for her family, laughing, and reading
and writing Romance novels. She’s also addicted to Coke.The drink, not the drug.
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