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The Problem with Promises: Exclusive Excerpt

An exclusive excerpt from Chapters 1 & 2 from Leigh Evans's The Problem with Promises (February 25, 2014) is available on Heroes and Heartbreakers to members. Please log in or register to read the full excerpt.

The Problem with Promises by Leigh EvansNEVER MAKE A PROMISE…

Robson Trowbridge, the Alpha of Creemore and my gorgeous mate, tries to protect me, Hedi Peacock, half-Fae, half-were, from all the trouble I get into. The thing is, my past is pretty messy and bad guys keep knocking down my door. Witches, thug bikers, the North American Council of Weres, dark magic Fae, and even an evil wizard are all after me. The Old Mage is the only one I really care about: He has my dear twin brother captive on the other side of the Gates of Merenwyn—not cool. So my alpha love is helping me to keep my promise to free my brother…


Unfortunately, everyone who helps me ends up in a heap of trouble too—including my Trowbridge. Now, I admit I’ve had my moments as a shivering coward, hoping he will come to my brave rescue. The whole Prince Charming thing is hard to shake. But these bad guys after me mean business and those damsel in distress days are over. You know that “last straw” metaphor? That was two straws ago. It’s now or never. Again…

Dinner at the Trowbridge Manse

Approximately two hours after I sent my brother to Merenwyn—Robson Trowbridge pushed away his dinner plate and knuckled his red-rimmed eyes. There wasn’t much left on the chicken carcass. The bones had been picked clean.

He ate a whole bird. On his own.

I poured another measure of maple syrup into my bowl. Not too much, just enough to coat the bottom of it. I was saving some space for the white chocolate macadamia nut cookies that sat on the counter.

“You need to sleep,” I said quietly. My mate was all cheekbones and blue eyes now that he’d lopped off his dreads from hell. It made his skin look thin and taut, and only served to emphasize the blue smudges under the line of his thick black lashes.

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