He’s no saint. She’s no angel. Together, they might find redemption.

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Rebekah’s penchant for bad boys has gotten her nothing but trouble—a brush with the law, a tyrant landlady, a job in the worst pub in London and a sleezy boss who’s best mates with her hardass parole officer. She’s desperately trying to start over and make a better life for herself.

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Not returning the little gold amulet wasn’t her best idea. Translating the weird inscription on the back… She may live to regret that stupidity. Now she’s in more trouble than ever, stuck in the past, in the dungeon of a 10th century keep, with a guy who’s every one of her darkest fantasies.

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Ulrik Voclain, 10th century chevalier and werewolf, has made his fair share of bad decisions. They’ve cost him his family, his friends and the respect of his pack. Sacrificing himself for his alpha and getting thrown into the Count of Anjou’s dungeon wasn’t his greatest idea, but it’s one he doesn’t regret. He’s not averse to escaping, though, when a chance presents itself. Especially when that opportunity is a woman with curves in all the right places.

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Ulrik needs the strangely attired beauty’s help to break free of the dungeon. Rebekah’s only chance of survival is with the raspy voiced man chained to the wall. He understands the danger they’re in. She’s not prepared to trust another outlaw.

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On the run, his enemies closing in, Ulrik is determined to change her mind. Rebekah is hell bent on resisting him. When the chemistry between them explodes, there’ll be no turning back.