AUTHOR’S POV

Ansel was taken aback by her sudden switch from deer-in-the-headlights to raging, ticked-off female.

Maybe it was the fire in her eyes or the way she jutted her chin out rebelliously, or even the way she stood on her tiptoes to get in his face, but at that moment she was the most exquisite creature he'd ever laid eyes on.

After some time Something inside him snapped, and his blood was like fire, releasing the animal within him.

He picked Annabelle up by the waist and threw her over his shoulder, caveman-style. Had he been more in control and in the mood for humor, he might have uttered...