Rogue by Robin Bonzon
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Guardian Publishing
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
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Blurb: In a world where shape shifters have been granted limited rights as members of society, Dani takes on the role of investigator for her pack, and her first assignment threatens to bring back haunting memories. Rafe, her former mentor and the man who rejected her years ago, is leading a rebellion against the Wolf King, Mikhail, and she’s been tasked with proving his betrayal and bringing him to justice. Just thinking of Rafe brings back the heartache of the past, but she has a job to do and an important role to play, with the responsibility of protecting her pack, but at what price to herself?
Robin Bonzon has been writing since she was a child, and has always been passionate about the stories in her head. She has a penchant for the Paranormal and can't resist hoping that werewolves and vampires really do exist. She lives in Dallas, TX, where she spends a great deal of her free time watching horror movies with her husband, Justin, and dancing with her very mature 1-year-old son, Tristan.
Author Links: Facebook: www.facebook.com/RobinBonzonAuthor
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“You’ll have to do better than Chanel No. 5 and a baseball cap to disguise your beautiful face and delicious scent.” Dani jumped at the familiar voice, much too close to her ear. She cursed under her breath and spun on the barstool to glare at Rafe Winters, standing inches from her. How had she missed his approach? She should have heard or smelled him before he got close to her.
She was off her game.
Dani told herself her lack of sharpness had nothing to do with Rafe being the target of this assignment.
Her deep-seated hatred of the fellow werewolf, her former mentor, surfaced with a vengeance, and she spat words laced with venom. “It’s not Chanel, wiseass. It’s Obsession. Some men like perfume, you know.”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “So, you’re here to pick up men? Then what’s with the ball cap?”
She scowled down into her drink. “Bad hair day.”