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And I’ve got an exclusive story there. Her Alphas is book #1 in the Fairy Falls world, where magical creatures live side by side with mortals and anything is possible.

Her Alphas is a retelling of the Big Bad Wolf tale with a twist. In this spicy reverse harem, Stephanie is the wolf and her three bodyguards are the witches who steal her heart.

Synopsis

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Let USAT Bestselling Author Liz Gavin’s Fairy Falls world enchant you.

Stephanie Rubbiani’s wild side has landed her on the wrong side of her dad and their pack. When she refuses to play by his rules, he threatens to pass the mantle to his bodyguards.

Trouble is she can’t stop craving Alex, David, and Duncan. And the three hot witches can’t keep their hands off her.  When an enemy puts a price on her head, Steph’s love might bring about her alphas’ annihilation.

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Sneak Peek

Stephanie

Fairy Falls, Louisiana is where I call home.

Fairy Falls Police Station, opposite City Hall, is where I am right now. The cramped place gets pretty cold in early October. If it were not for my wolf genes, this figure-hugging cocktail dress, which barely covers my ass, would cause me to freeze to death. It’s taking forever for this goddamn deputy to scrawl my contact information on his goddamn form.

“Sheesh. You do that so often, you should know it by heart already, Officer Handsome.”

For once, I am not flirting when I say this line. That is the officer’s real name.

Officer Martin Handsome has been a deputy with the Sheriff’s office for far too long. Maybe it is time for him to step down and make way for Officer Cute, which is not his son’s real name.

I giggle at the silly joke, warranting a stern look from the old-timer. Shrugging, I retrieve my phone from the tiny night purse I have on my lap. I scroll down to check messages. I guess I swipe too fast or something because the thing drops to my bare thighs. What the hell? It’s the third time the damn gadget does that since I sat down on the vinyl covered chair across from the deputy at his worn-out metal desk.

Talk about butter fingers. Or maybe the cold is getting to me, after all. One thing I know for a fact, I am not drunk. I stopped counting the bottles of wine I drained tonight after then tenth. However, one of the lesser-known bonuses of being a werewolf is high tolerance to alcohol.

“All set, Ms. Rubbiani. You can make your call now,” he informs me as he rests his pen beside the sheet of paper.

I trade the uncomfortable chair for a wooden bench by a wall near the room’s entrance. It doesn’t offer privacy, but it is the best I can do.

My father picks up after the second ring, despite the late hour. Or is it already early morning? Either way, his baritone sounds gruffer than usual. “Let me guess. You need me to bail you?”

Here’s to hoping humor will turn his mood around. “We’ve got a winner!” I pause to give him a chance to reply. Dead silence from his end of the line. I slouch. “Thanks, Daddy. You’re the best.” The least I can do is say the magical words.

“Don’t be so thankful just yet. I’m sending Duncan to fetch you.”

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