#7 The Twins of Satin Moon

Emily Goulden Fantasy

Maizey Grace is an intelligent human girl with a terrible past. To escape her dark memories, Maizey and her brothers move to Atlanta, Georgia where she finds herself employed by one Mr. Hunter Greyback. From the moment he learns her name, Hunter knows that Maizey is his destined mate and he wants her. He fights for her trust and her heart, only to crush it the moment Maizey lets down her guard. Hunter Greyback has a secret past of his own and his name is Archer. Archer and Hunter are identical twin Alphas who couldn't be more different. Now, Hunter has to choose between trusting his brother with their mate's safety or pushing Maizey away forever. It's the hardest decision of the young Alpha's life. Will Maizey ever learn the truth? And if she does, can she accept her new destiny as the fated to mate to not one, but two Alphas; one brutal and one sweet?
Book #7 of the Royal Legacy series (can be read as a stand alone)
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Excerpt:
Suddenly, Hunter was walking towards me and I was scurrying backwards. I moved out of the way of the table and stumbled into a tree, my back pressed against the trunk as I tried to avoid Hunter’s advances. His face was predatory, like I was the prey and he was stalking me. He put his hand flat against the tree beside my head and leaned against his, his body just barely off of mine.
“Why can’t you call me Hunter?” His breath blew across my face, his face just inches from mine.
“I….I….” I honestly didn’t know anymore.
“Haven’t I proven to you that this town is different? That no one cares if you’re around me? I’ve been around you everyday for a month and no rumors have started, have they?” His eyes dared me to argue.
“No…but….”
“But what?” One of his perfectly arched eyebrows rose in question.
“We aren’t….”
“Aren’t what?” He interrupted me again.
“Aren’t the same.” I blurted out.
“Aren’t we?” His voice was so smooth and sexy, my head was fuzzy and I felt dizzy.
“No.”
“How would you know? You don't know me, do you?” He asked.
“You don’t know me.” I said in reply.
“Oh, but I do know you Maizey, you’re my little red.” His eyes looked over my body possessively, “You are mine.” He nearly growled.
“I am no ones.” I tried to argue but my voice was weak.
“You belong to me.” He said sternly, his free hand gripping my waist aggressively.
“Why?” I could tell my question caught him off guard.
“Why what, baby?” He asked. I chose to ignore the word that was supposed to stir a reaction from me.
“Why do you want me?” I challenged him.
“Because you were made for me.” He shrugged like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

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