Rogue by Tam DeRudder Jackson 💕 Book Tour and $20 Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Paranormal Romance)

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Baz Cormac never intended to be a rogue, but fate had other ideas.

Being forced to pledge loyalty to the evil Morrigan is its own kind of hell. So when Baz discovers the lie she’s used to keep him and his band of rogues under her power, he concocts a plan to force the goddess’s hand, which drops him in the center of a cosmic tug-o-war. No matter which way he leans, someone is going to lose—and it looks like that someone may be Baz.

A talisman fights her fate…and her fatal attraction.

Delaney Ferrell has spent her life trying to live down her uncle’s choice to turn rogue. As a warrior-talisman hybrid, she’d done her best to serve the warrior community as a protector. But a cryptic letter sends her to an abandoned home where she encounters a lone rogue with fighting skills no rogue should possess. Instead of killing her, he kidnaps her and takes her to his lair. He presents a terrible danger to the community, one she must neutralize.

So why does he have to be so damn charming?

Discovering Delaney is his fated mate throws all of Baz’s plans into chaos. And when the goddesses come calling, Baz has to choose between a rogue’s freedom and a talisman’s love.

Will they have a chance at love, or will they be torn apart?

He slammed the door, jogged around the front of the truck, and climbed in to the driver’s seat. It took a few seconds to acclimate himself to all the bells and whistles of her fancy ride, but eventually, he found the seat adjuster, sliding the seat back to accommodate his height. From the corner of his eye, he caught her staring at the length of his legs and couldn’t help goading her. As he pulled his seatbelt across his lap, he smirked. “Like what you see?”

“A rogue stealing my truck and kidnapping me? Hardly.”

The mutinous expression on her face as she stared out the windshield elicited another chuckle from him.

They made the short trip to his place next door in silence. In the few minutes of their ride, he observed that she was hypervigilant about the way he handled the manual gears and clutch of her pickup. He’d never met a woman so in tune with a machine, more concerned about the vehicle’s welfare than her own. His curiosity about her attachment to her truck made her that much more attractive. Damn.

It also gave him leverage. Obviously, her truck meant something to her—or to her warrior. The thought splashed over him like a bucket of ice water.

When they reached the barn, he stepped out of the truck and manually slid the wide doors apart. After he drove inside and parked in the far corner of the barn, he killed the engine and slid the keys into his pocket, making sure the woman saw his actions. Her lips thinned as she glared daggers at him. The corner of his mouth turned up and then he was out of the truck. He didn’t bother with the fight he knew she intended to give him. Instead, he opened her door and stepped politely aside for her to hop out herself.

Baz raised a brow at her are-you-shitting-me? glare and waited.

“You’ve already humiliated me twice. You want a third time?”

“I didn’t humiliate you. I bested you. There’s a difference.” He nodded to her to exit her ride.

With a jut of her chin in what he was fast discovering was her tell, she scowled at the windshield.

“If you don’t want to land flat on your pretty face”—her head snapped to him, her eyes wide—“you’re going to have to promise not to try to bite me when I help you out.”

She slumped back into the seat, stared up at the roof of her truck, and blew out a breath. “Okay, fine. I’ll keep my teeth to myself—for a minute.”

Though she added that last part under her breath, he caught it all the same. A chuckle chuffed out of him as he made like he was going to help her to her feet. At the last second, he hoisted her over his shoulder again. This time, she did scream, but it sounded a whole lot like frustration. A full-on grin spread over his face. He imagined he looked like a clown, but he didn’t care. This spitfire of a woman made him feel alive for the first time in three long years. Whatever was going to happen next would be exciting. Baz couldn’t wait.

Tam DeRudder Jackson is the author of the paranormal romance Talisman Series and the contemporary romance Balefire Series. Her favorite “room” in her house is her patio where she dreams up stories of romance and risk. When she’s not writing her latest paranormal or contemporary romance, you can find her driving around in her convertible or carving turns on the slopes of the local ski hill. The mom of two grown sons, Tam likes to travel, attend rock concerts, watch football and soccer, and visit old car shows with her husband. She lives in the mountains of northwest Wyoming where she spends most of her free time trying to read all the books. Her TBR piles are threatening to take over her office, and she’s fine with that.