Novels by Jamie Price

MayaBy the time Monday morning arrived, I had accepted that I wasn't going to find sleep anytime soon. .The entire weekend had disappeared in a blur of restless nights and unfinished thoughts. Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself back in the private lounge, hearing Brian whisper my name and feeling the warmth of his hand against my body as our body moved together. No matter how many times I reminded myself that he hadn't been fully aware of what he was doing, the memory refused to lose its sharp edges.One question refused to leave me alone. Did he remember?If he did, why hadn't he said anything?If he didn't… Why did that disappoint me more than it should?The alarm finally dragged me out of bed. After getting ready, I did the only thing I knew how to do.Go to work and pretend nothing had happened.The elevator carried me to the executive floor, and I caught my reflection in the polished doors. Makeup hid most of the exhaustion, but not enough to fool Emily."Maya."I look

BrianThe Council Hall had stood long before I was born.Built from black stone and timber cut from the oldest forest in the territory, it wasn't the tallest building in the capital, but it was undoubtedly the most intimidating. Every Alpha who ruled the Northern Territories answered to the Werewolf Council, and every important decision that shaped our kind had been made within these walls.I had walked through its doors countless times over the years.Today, felt different. The massive wooden doors swung open, and Ethan stepped in beside me without saying a word. The long chamber stretched ahead, lit by towering chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the polished stone floor. Twelve Elders occupied the semicircular table at the far end, each dressed in dark ceremonial robes marked with the crest of their respective packs.The Head Elder, Elder Magnus folded his hands on the table."Alpha Brian Silverman."I inclined my head."Elders."His sharp eyes swept over me."I trust you've re

BrianSleep pulled me under before I realized I was slipping.One moment there was darkness, and the next, warmth surrounded me.The faint scent of jasmine drifted through the air, softened by a trace of vanilla that lingered with every breath I took. It wrapped around me with quiet familiarity, calming the restless ache buried somewhere deep inside my chest. I knew that scent. I should have known where it belonged, but every time I reached for the memory, it slipped through my fingers like smoke.I couldn't see her face.The shadows refused to move, hiding every feature no matter how hard I tried to focus, yet I wasn't afraid. Something inside me recognized her before my mind ever could.My fingertips brushed against the curve of her cheek before sliding into the softness of her hair. The silky strands slipped between my fingers as though they had always belonged there. She leaned into the touch, her eyes never leaving mine, though I still couldn't make out the color of them."Brian.

MayaFor one terrifying second, my mind refused to process what I was seeing.Brian Silverman, the Alpha every werewolf in this company respected without question, lay crumpled beside his desk, looking nothing like the composed, untouchable man I had spent the last three years working for. The sight sent a wave of cold panic crashing over me, because Brian wasn't a man who lost control. He was the kind of man who walked into a room and owned it, whose calm authority alone was enough to silence an argument. Seeing him sprawled across the hardwood floor made my heart stop."Mr. Brian!"My clutch slipped from my shoulder as I hurried across the room, dropping to my knees beside him so quickly that the impact sent a sharp sting through my legs. My hands hovered uncertainly above him, torn between the desperate urge to touch him and the irrational fear that the moment I did, everything happening before me would become undeniably real.A thin line of blood trickled from a cut near his temp

Chapter 1Maya"You're staring again."Emily's teasing voice reached me just as I lifted my champagne, making me tighten my grip on the glass."I am not."She gave me a knowing smile before lowering her voice. I did the same without thinking. In a room full of werewolves, whispering had become second nature.Silverman Holdings employed more than six hundred people at its New York headquarters, but only fifty of us were human. If Emily and I wanted to gossip, we had to be careful."I wasn't staring," I insisted.Emily laughed anyway and followed my gaze to the center of the ballroom."If I weren't happily married, I'd be staring too," she admitted with a grin. "Can you blame anyone? Werewolves are already unfairly attractive, and our boss happens to be the most handsome."She wasn't wrong.Brian Silverman stood surrounded by investors and executives, his tailored black tuxedo only emphasizing the broad shoulders and commanding presence that came naturally to every Alpha. He wasn't smil