Black Pearls: Book One

She was a shaman who could speak with the dead. He was a werewolf who had left his pack. Eight years have passed, and Derek is now a billionaire, but he’s a little too flashy for Misato’s taste. But neither could resist the sparks that sizzled between them. Derek enjoyed casual relationships, and it wasn’t like him to fall for a Miss Goody Two-Shoes like Misato. But he can’t take his eyes off the earnest girl with a hint of an accent—a testament to the effort she’d made to adjust to life in Hunter’s Wharf—and the attraction between them is hard to resist. It had been love at first sight. He couldn’t believe it, but Derek had not stopped thinking about Misato since he first saw her. He’d felt fireworks exploding in the pit of his stomach the moment those dark brown eyes looked into his own when she made his lattes. He tried to look as calm as he could, lazily strolling over to a table by the window, asking himself what the hell he was thinking. She was just a young girl with the sweetest accent. Hadn’t he told himself that casual was the way to go? What did he think he was, a regular human being? He was a werewolf, for cripes’ sake. A werewolf who had left his pack and lived as a normal human being for the past seven years. And had vowed to stop his family tree from expanding. But he couldn’t get Misato off his mind.