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blaming you though, for the burnt dinners, the sleepless nights, and the book hangovers.

Reader

Without you, this would all be pretty pointless.

Thank you for taking a chance on me. I won’t let you down.

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About the Author

Mom by day / Romance author by night

Claire can be found at home, reading or watching box sets, trying to come to terms with the fact that her show-tune-singing, crazy-dancing little boy is now a teenager, and attempting to write while wrangling her one-year-old sidekick.

A lover of all the romance from an early age. (Disney did a real number on her.) All she wants now is to see her imaginary and real-life best friends and loved ones find their happily ever after.

Have you read Casey and Anna’s story?

Read on for an excerpt from Alpha Wolf Book One in the Wolves Hockey Series

Chapter One

Anna

Reaching up, I grab my bag out of the overhead bin and wait in the aisle of the plane, making sure I have all my stuff with me, and everything is zipped up tight. Taking a fortifying breath, I repeat my mantra:

I’m ready.

I’m strong enough.

It’s time.

My friends agree, Lexie’s parents agree, and my counsellor agrees. Catching the inside of my lip with my teeth, I will the doubt away.

I CAN do this.

Looking back down at my bag, I play with the scarf attached to the handle.

“Excuse me, miss…” Disembarking had begun, and I was holding up the passengers behind me.

Mentally shaking my head, I smile at the older woman and start the walk to the door, thanking the crew as I step out into the brightness of the day and a veil of unrelenting heat.

Descending the steps, I pluck my sunglasses out of the side pocket of my bag and then walk to the transfer bus. Holding onto the cool silver rail, I go through my list again. Customs, baggage claim, taxi rank.

These are things I’ve done a hundred times before. Easy things, simple, common-sense things, but this time is different. Every other trip, I knew that at the end, no matter how long I was gone, I would be returning home to them.

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