Dominating Red

By Kristin Miller

In part two of this Dark and Dirty Tale serial from New York Times and USA best-selling author Kristin Miller, Red has two hot alphas in pursuit. But which one should she choose?

Lukas, the Alpha of the Arcana wolf pack, has chosen to seduce me in his private chamber before I join his pack and declare a mate. But Lukas doesn’t intend to rush things. A tantalizing game of cat and mouse uncovers my dark desires, and no matter how I try to resist, I’m lost in him.

Although the sex is so good I forget my own name, I can’t deny there’s still something missing…Reaper, the Omega’s eldest grandson.

He swept me off my feet before meeting Lukas, and I can’t get him out of my mind. And now that Lukas has taken me, Reaper is more protective than ever. I'm torn, but I have to choose—the one who has captured my heart or the one who possesses my body. And there is more than passion at stake—lives hang in the balance.

Get ready for scorching hot Alphas, a spitfire heroine, and a breathless cliffhanger ending!

The Dark and Dirty tale series is best enjoyed in order.
Reading Order:
Book #1 Desiring Red
Book #2 Dominating Red
Book #3 Dangerously Red

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Jun 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781633756724

Kristin Miller

Kristin Miller is the author of the Vampires of Crimson Bay series, a paranormal series featuring a blood war between vampires and shape-shifters, from Avon Impulse. She lives in Northern California with her family.

Book preview

Being bad never felt so good…

Lukas, the Alpha of the Arcana wolf pack, has chosen to seduce me in his private chamber before I join his pack and declare a mate. But Lukas doesn’t intend to rush things. A tantalizing game of cat and mouse uncovers my dark desires, and no matter how I try to resist, I’m lost in him.

Although the sex is so good I forget my own name, I can’t deny there’s still something missing…Reaper, the Omega’s eldest grandson.

He swept me off my feet before meeting Lukas, and I can’t get him out of my mind. And now that Lukas has taken me, Reaper is more protective than ever. I’m torn, but I have to choose—the one who has captured my heart or the one who possesses my body. And there is more than passion at stake—lives hang in the balance.

Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Acknowledgments

About the Author

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Learning Curves

The steamy serial concludes in July…

Dangerously Red

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Gone with the Wolf

Four Weddings and a Werewolf

So I Married a Werewolf

The Werewolf Wears Prada

Beauty and the Werewolf

What a Werewolf Wants

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2016 by Kristin Miller. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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Cover design by Erin Dameron-Hill

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ISBN 978-1-63375-672-4

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition June 2016

To Justin,

For Irish castles and banana trees, quiet fajas and haunted distilleries. For unending love and the magic of windy Fridays.

Chapter One

Ivy

Arcana Wolf Pack

Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest

Try and make yourself comfortable, Miss Douglas. The guard readjusts the velvet blindfold covering my eyes. Lumbering around my chair, he checks the rope binding my wrists by giving them a good tug. The bonds are tight without cutting off circulation—a simple reminder that I cannot leave until the Alpha releases me. You can relax.

Riiiiight.

Easy for you to say, buddy, I force out. You’re not the one tied up like a lamb waiting for slaughter.

Slaughter? Nah, he won’t go that far. But if Lukas is in the mood, you might be in for a beating.

A small part of me wants this, I remind myself. Why does the soft, curious voice in the back of my head seem to get me in trouble every time?

Yesterday, I might not have minded being seduced by the Alpha of the Arcana Wolf Pack. He does appear to be the total package: tall, dark, and handsome with an aura of unwavering dominance. But a few hours ago, when I sought fresh air in the castle’s enchanted garden, I found something—someone—else.

Reaper.

The Omega’s eldest grandson and Lukas Black’s cousin.

My blood flashes with lust as his name streaks through my head.

He descended on me like a storm, melting my defenses with the blazing heat of his mouth and his hands. One look into his mysterious onyx eyes and I went from prude to harlot in two sexual-encounters flat. I don’t regret it, not for a second. He’s scorching hot and impulsive and has possessed my body, taking me over the edge more times than I can count. My brain is still mush, my thoughts still trying to wrap around the fact I had sex with a stranger. Not to mention Mr. Sexy as Hell is the rightful Alpha to the wolf pack.

But, as usual, I have terrible luck. Reaper is gone. Vanished from my world as mysteriously as he’d come. He walked—no, he freaking jumped, actually—out of my life.

My chest tightens, but I force a deep, labored breath to fill my lungs.

Truth is, I may never see Reaper again.

And I have to choose a mate at midnight.

It can’t be him.

Even if he hadn’t taken off on me, Reaper refuses to be mated until he avenges his parents’ deaths by hunting down their murderer. Until that day dawns, he insists on remaining as single as they come. All of this boils down to the fact that the hottest guy under the sun—aside from Ryan Gosling, because, um, have you seen him lately?—is off-limits.

"Oh, wonderful. A lamb tied up for a beating. I let the sarcasm flow as the irony of my situation cuts deep. I feel better already."

As the guard chuckles, his warm, sticky breath hits my cheek. You smell good. Like a woman.

Oh, this one’s been struck with the stupid stick. That’s great, I tease, "because I’d hate to smell like sweat and engine grease