Novels by S.H Winter

Blake’s PovI must have closed my eyes for a bit, because when I opened them again, Ridge’s car was stopped in front of an unfamiliar house. It was a modern two-story house with a sleek, clean-lined façade.This sure wasn’t my house, so I turned to Ridge to see him staring at me. “Huh, where is this place?” I asked.He didn’t answer right away and just kept watching me with that unreadable expression, like he was trying to solve me. Not in a creepy way, but the way someone might study the sky before a storm, trying to gauge if it’s going to break or hold.“You fell asleep,” Ridge said finally, voice low. “And I didn’t want to wake you.”Okay, that was… unexpectedly considerate. My insides curled a little at that.“But this isn’t my place,” I said again, quieter this time, because his tone didn’t invite the sharp edges in me.“No,” he agreed. “It’s mine.”I blinked. “Yours?”“Yeah.”A pause hung between us, like the breath one takes before a decision. “You didn’t say anything about bri

Blake’s PovI didn’t move one bit, or maybe the truth was that I couldn't, but either way, I stood there, rooted to the spot. Not even when the man who attacked me hit the ground with a wet, broken sound.Ridge turned toward me, his chest rising and falling like he had just run a marathon.I just stood there, frozen against the brick wall, heart banging against my ribs hard enough that it hurt.I didn’t understand what had just happened because one second I was cutting through the alley like I always did, and the next, there was a hand on my arm, a knife flashing way too close to my face and yelling at me.And then Ridge had slammed the man into the wall like it was nothing. I didn't even know where he had came from.“Blake.” I heard his voice pulled me back, sounding firm, and low in a way that rumbled right through me.I blinked up at him to see that he was close now, crouching slightly so he wasn’t towering over me, his dark brows drawn tight with concern.“Are you okay? Are you hu

Ridge’s PovAfter showering and changing into my sweats, I grabbed my laptop, pulled up in my king sized bed, then I powered it up. I needed to check my emails and see if I had something important pending, but that wasn’t what I did when it loaded up.I typed out Blake’s name and it brought up her father’s story. I started to read it page after page, and when I was done, I could only shake my head with a disbelieving groan.The man had acted like an animal, like a werewolf who had gone rogue would, with no remorse at all, not towards his daughter or the people he had ended.I had scrolled down to see more articles on Blake herself and how a mugger had almost killed her in an alley because he wanted to “wipe out” the monster’s family.“Oh goodness, she’s been through a lot.” I muttered to myself.Claiming her to be mine, marking her and pulling her into my world would do even more to her, because she was human. Alpha’s rarely get human mates, and even when they do, they almost never ge

Ridge’s PovWhen I first saw her, I didn’t like the instant, burning ache I felt low in my gut and lower. But I told myself it was because I hadn’t gotten laid in a while. Simple biology. That was all.I had been busy. Pack work. Business work. Real work. The kind that didn’t leave room for naked bodies or warm beds or soft moans in the dark.And tonight was supposed to be about business, too. Signing the papers. Acquiring yet another small-town spot to add to the growing portfolio of places I owned; clubs, bars, shops, bakeries, diners, properties that made good money and kept good people employed. That was what tonight was about.But then she happened.Blake.Unexpected. Inconvenient. And a goddamn walking problemMy wolf stirred in me as she walked towards us, and I felt the snap of something strong pulling at me, a sweet flowery smell following that feeling, and I instantly knew what it was.The snap. The cosmic pull. That wild tug low in my gut that I knew, bone-deep, wasn’t just

Blake’s PovIf there was a gold medal for barely surviving life, I would have at least three of them hanging on my cracked apartment wall right now.My life? Yeah, it was a dumpster fire.I worked myself half to death at this crappy little diner on the edge of nowhere, sweating, scrubbing, hustling, all for a paycheck that probably wouldn’t even cover a box of cheap wine. I wasn’t even paid the minimum wage, please.These people acted like giving me a job was some kind of charity case, a favor, and maybe it was. But that didn’t mean I had to like it.I wiped a line of sweat off my forehead with the back of my arm and scowled at the sticky mess of ketchup and crumpled napkins frat boys had left behind. They came in loud, left louder, and tipped like they were allergic to money“Hurry up, Blake. It's almost closing hour.” Kenny, my colleague and roommate said. She was the only semblance of kindness in my life, the only person that ever treated me like I was human, and she was my best fr