Warning for the story ahead: I am the type of writer that makes a LOT of detail and I have sexual content. I apologise if that's not what you're into, but thank you for giving my book a try if you are 😉 Prologue: I could feel the hot breath lingering on my neck and ear from where he stood. His warmth wrapped me in a tight blanket and the smell of his strong scent still lay on my skin like it was made for me. Like it was my own personal perfume that he created and lathered on my skin so tight that my body reacted every time I took a breath in my tightened lungs. He was here, my mate. The scary alpha of the whole world. Jax O'Connor, AKA: the Irish demon. His whole demeanor screamed "daddy" and "fuck me," and to be fair. I probably will one day. Rankings: #1 ManxWoman 03/23/2021 #9 mxw 12/18/2021 #65 explicitlanguage 03/26/2021 #67 Irish 03/26/2021