Have you ever felt like you were living
your life for a future that was predetermined? Like there was some bigger
picture you just prayed you would someday see clearly? That picture has been
crystal clear to me since I was old enough to recognize it for just what it
was.
Or I should say recognize him for who he
was.
I’ve loved Cohen Cage since I was a small
child. He’s been my everything for the last twenty-two years. I’ve loved him
through every girlfriend he’s ever brought home. Through his college years and
then mine. I’ve loved him through two deployments. And ever since the day I
told him how I felt, he’s acted like I’m a stranger.
My name is Danielle Reid, and it’s time
for me to get my man.
Our future is an unexpected fate, and no
matter what our parents, siblings, and friends say…it’s going to be worth every
second of the fight to make it happen.
If you haven’t read the Corps
Security series first I highly suggest you do, not only so you get more of
everyone’s histories but also because it is kick ass and has Cohen as a little
boy. Believe me when I say you must see how he was when he was little to not
only see how he has grown up but because he was so cute when he was younger.
Okay now on to my review.
Oh man Cohen has grown up and he tops every alpha male that
he grew up around ten times over. I just need a minute to mentally appreciate
all that is Cohen Cage. *sigh Cohen* I
loved him as a little boy with his cape and dick piercing comments but I also
loved him because you just knew that this little boy who quickly wrapped
readers around his little fingers would turn into a man who we all hope that
our sons will turn into when they grow up.
What I mean by that is a man who loves his family, protects his “girls”
with everything he can, knows when he has something great in front of him and
doesn’t take it for granted , an alpha who isn’t afraid to stand up for what he
believes in and a man who loves his woman with his entire being. We knew that there would be something special
between Cohen and Dani from previous books but as I am typing this I am having
trouble finding the words that would perfectly describe how special that
connection with them is. It is just beautiful, and it is an unexpected
fate.
Just be warned that your heart will melt, you will cry at
times, and you will want a Cohen of your own when you finish Unexpected Fate. I laughed so hard at times, I would cry at
others but the one consistent is that I could not put this book down, luckily
my husband was home the day I read it because nothing but Cohen and Dani
existed for me. I was completely enthralled. I loved how we got to see everyone from Corps Security and I will warn you not
to be drinking when you read the prologue because Axel will have you laughing
so hard that you can’t breathe. Harper Sloan, you have made me fall totally and
completely in love with all that is Cohen Cage and I am looking forward to the
rest of the books in this series.
Excerpt
“Dani-girl.”
His voice, that rich rumble of masculine excellence, washes over me and
I shiver again before cursing under my breath.
The rumble of his low laughter tells me that he definitely didn’t miss
that little move.
Kill me now.
“Hey, Coh,” I say with a smile. “What brings you in? Last minute, I might add.” I pat the chair before walking around and
holding the back while he sits down.
When his scent hits my nose, I almost
come on the spot. Lord, he smells
good. I wonder what he would smell like
while his body covered mine, all sweaty from hours of good lovemaking. I run my fingers through the longer lengths
on the top and feel my cheeks heat slightly, thinking about doing the same when
his face is buried between my legs.
“…needed a trim.”
Shit.
I missed what he said because, naturally, I was thinking about him
naked. Naked and thrusting into my
body. Naked and feasting between my
spread thighs.
“You feeling okay? I thought Nate said you were better?”
“Uh, I’m fine. Just—is it hot in here?” I fan my face and avoid his eyes.
He’s silent, so I take that as a sign
that it’s safe to bring my attention back to him.
Big mistake there. His knowing eyes are boring right into
mine. The chocolate depths sparkling in
a way that makes it clear he has a good idea about where my mind was going.
“Did you hear what I said, Dani-girl?”
“Of course I did, Cohen. What, did you think I was standing here
daydreaming?” I joke.
“Well, yeah, that’s exactly what I
think.” His eyes darken and he smirks a
devilish grin. “Did you know you talk in
your sleep, Dani?” he asks, and I drop my comb.
Oh, God.
Shut up, shut up, shut up. This
is not happening. No way.
“No, I don’t,” I childishly snap.
“Dani, you do. So, yeah, I do think you were standing there
daydreaming. Want to know why?” He uses his booted foot to move his chair so that
he’s facing me, and then he leans in so that his face is dangerously close to
mine. Even when he’s seated, his head is
almost level with my own. Curse my
horizontally challenged self. “While you
were zoning off into space with your fingers running through my hair, you had
this smile on your lips. The same smile
you had the other day when you were dreaming.
About me, Dani. And don’t deny
it, because you don’t moan my name if you’re dreaming about another man. Yes, Dani, you very much do talk in your
sleep.” He smiles again before leaning
back and looking down to his phone.
“Clean up my neck please, cut the length off the top, and give me a buzz
on the sides. Other than that, you’re
clear to continue with your thoughts.”
I must have been standing there like an
idiot because he looks up from his phone, laughs to himself, and, with one tan
hand, reaches out and pushes my mouth closed.
“You’re going to catch flies that way,
Dani-girl. One day, maybe you can clue
me in on what those dreams are about.”
Drives me insane, the control he has over
me. There isn’t a single person in the
world, other than Cohen, who can turn me into a ridiculously stupid, sputtering
fool. My normal confidence
disappears. And clearly, he isn’t as
oblivious to my feelings as I originally thought.
How in the hell am I supposed to handle
this?
Wait a minute. Cohen or not, I’m not going to let him pull
my strings when I know he is just doing this to make me feel uncomfortable.
So, time to call his bluff.
“Why?
You planning on doing something about it?”
He looks up sharply, clearly not having
expected me to actually say something in return since he was going for shock
value.
“Try me,” he demands, his voice thick and
even deeper than normal.
I throw my head back and reach out to run
my fingers thought his hair again, just barely suppressing the shivers. Curling my fingers slightly so that I can
grab a good hold, I lean in and pull his head back at the same time. With my nose just a hair away from his and
our breaths mingling together, I say, “Cohen, you couldn’t handle the truth of
my thoughts when it comes to you and we both know it. So how about you let me know when
you’re ready for me to clue you in.” I give his hair a light tug and smile when he
swallows loudly and shifts in his seat.
“Ready for that trim?” I ask with a wink, and I’m rewarded with his
groan.
I have no idea how I do it, but I manage
to get through his cut without coming unglued.
I can see Lyn trying to get my attention from across the room. Stella had to leave after she overheard my
words to Cohen because her giggles were getting the best of her. Cohen has remained silent the whole time. His eyes though… They’re speaking louder than his words ever
could.
They haven’t left my reflection in the
mirror since I started. I can feel them
every time I shift. When I stopped to go
grab another comb after I dropped my fourth one, I felt his gaze follow me
across the room to Stella’s station. The
few times I stopped cutting to meet his eyes, the heated promise written all
over his face almost did me in. I almost
just said ‘fuck it’ and climbed on his lap to have a go regardless of the
people watching our every move.
I finish the last buzz of my clippers
around his right ear and move to brush all the stray hair off. “All done,” I say softly and unclip his cape.
He stands, shoving his phone in the back
pocket of his jeans, and walks over to stand in front of me. I continue to pretend I’m busy with the cape
I just removed, brushing stray hairs off here and there, when his hand comes
up, his finger and thumb hitting my chin, and my face is lifted until I have no
choice but to look in his eyes.
“Do not tease me, Dani. It’s not a game you want to play if you don’t
intend to follow through.”
“I-I wasn’t… I wouldn’t,” I stammer.
“You did, and I have no doubt you’ll have
the brilliant idea to do it again. The
next time you allude to those dirty thoughts I know you have about me, don’t
think for a second that I won’t drag you to the closest bed to show you just
how fucking dirty they’ll get.” He leans
close, his scent hitting my nostrils, and I involuntarily inhale deeply,
earning me a rumbled chuckle. “What you
don’t know, Dani—because contrary to what you think, you don’t know me well
enough to assume what having me would really be like. But I promise you this: every little thought
that you have had that causes you to moan my name while scissoring those
perfect legs back and forth, praying for completion—it would be so much hotter than
you could ever imagine.” He gives me a
soft, sweet kiss against my temple that has fire racing from that spot all over
my body until it ends in the awareness that I’m pretty sure I just came in my
pants.
Prologue
“Axel Reid, don’t you dare!” my mom exclaims. Then she yelps when my daddy
charges through the front door.
“Don’t I dare what, Princess? No way that
boy is going near my girl. Look at
him! He looks like he can’t wait to
creep on my daughter!”
“Well, there is no need to scare him to death!” she mocks.
My cheeks heat instantly when I see Dane start backing
away from the porch. My hopes of being
able to actually go to my senior prom
are starting to go up in flames.
Poof.
Just like that.
Not that I should be surprised about it. Mom did her best to calm Daddy down, but we
should have known better. He took one
look at me and stormed over, only to return ten minutes later looking like he
does now.
So embarrassing.
“You need to stop this nonsense right now, you big lug, or
you’ll be sleeping on the couch,” Mom fumes.
“Like hell I will, woman!” Daddy roars at my mom.
I watch her face get sharp. He stops long enough to sling one of—that’s
right, ONE of—the rifles he’s carrying over his shoulder, where it lands next
to the other one he already has over his other shoulder.
Only my mom would be brave enough to deal with him when
he’s in “Protect Dani from everything with a penis” mode. He looks absolutely ridiculous. He has two hunting rifles now hanging by
their leather straps over each shoulder.
He has two handguns strapped to each thick thigh, two on each side of
his belt, and various knives along the way.
His shirt, which he thinks is hilarious to wear when I attempt to go out
on a date, says I kill things…and eat
them. I know it’s a hunting
shirt—for animals, not teenage boys—but Dane doesn’t.
Mom moves in front of him, standing in the front doorway
and blocking his path, where Dane is still slowly retreating. She’s been dealing with this way before they
even had me. He’s…protective. I guess that’s the nicest way to put it. Well, she calls him protective. However, I call it possessive, overbearing,
controlling, demanding, and jerky.
“This is her senior prom, Ax. You wouldn’t let her go last year.” She
pauses when he grunts. “And I’m sorry, but you won’t be stopping her this
year. She has a right to experience
this. And Dane is a nice boy. Right, Dane?” she yells over her shoulder.
“Uhh…” he stammers, causing my daddy to grunt some more.
“The boy doesn’t even know how to talk, Izzy. I bet he will be nothing but handsy and think
with his little pecker. Nope. No way.
Not near my baby girl.”
Oh. My. God. I
wish I could just fall into a hole right now.
I try to see over my parents to find out if Dane heard that, but with
Daddy basically being a giant, that’s not happening.
“You did not just say that!” I yell at his back.
Daddy turns around, his movements awkward with how many
weapons he has strapped to his body. His
green eyes, so like my own, slant and harden.
He looks down at my dress for the thousandth time since I came
downstairs and doesn’t even bother hiding his displeasure that it’s showing too
much of my body. Even if it is about as
tasteful as it gets.
My strapless, red dress has a sweetheart neckline, and
everything he calls my “girly bits” is covered. There isn’t really any cleavage. Well, okay, there is some, but surely with my
lack of being busty, you couldn’t even call what is showing “cleavage.” His
first problem was with how much of my legs was showing. Then I made the mistake of turning around
without my wrap on. That’s when he saw
that the dress was completely backless to my bra line. Well, what it would be if I had been wearing
one. Which is clearly when he lost his
mind.
“You look just like your mother did that night twenty
years ago when we finally came back to each other. Right down to those strappy shoe things. And
I guarantee you, Danielle Reid, any teenage boy who doesn’t bat for the other
team will be thinking thoughts I’ll cut his dick off for. No.
You aren’t going with that boy, and that’s final.”
I harden my eyes, and his narrow even further.
I put my hands on my hips, and he squares his shoulders,
his rifles clinking together.
I raise one brow, and he mirrors the action.
“Daddy.”
“Dani.”
“I’ll cry.”
“No, you won’t. You
have more balls than that.”
“Want to bet?” I
attempt to muster up some tears, knowing that he won’t be able to handle them,
but before I can force the first one out, my brother jumps into my line of
sight and blocks our standoff.
“Yo, Dane! You just
run along now. Dani is unfortunately
feeling a little under the weather.
Ebola. Or the flu. I don’t know.
It’s really ugly and you probably don’t want to be around this. The boils—they could pop at any moment.”
“You did not just do that,” I heatedly whisper, fuming at
his nerve.
Nate turns and smirks at me. “Oh I just did.”
“I can’t believe you two!”
I spin to look at the one person who can help me. “Mom, seriously?”
Her expression softens, and she just shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Dani. I tried.”
“You two,” I start, pointing between my older brother and
father. “You just can’t leave it
alone? I’ll be eighteen in a few
months. What are you jerks going to do
then?”
“You’re not dating, Danielle. Not ever.”
“Oh yeah, Daddy?
And how realistic is that crap?”
“Watch your mouth, little princess.”
“Mom?”
“I’m so sorry, Dani.”
She walks over and wraps me in her small arms.
I could probably really cry now a lot easier than when I
was trying to fake it, but I’ve never been one of those girls who weep
constantly. It would be easier to just
go upstairs, take off the dress mom and I spent hours looking for, scrub off
the light makeup she helped me apply, and pretend this night didn’t happen.
***
An hour later, I’m sitting in my bedroom, still wearing my
perfect dress. My makeup is still done
and my hair is still flowing in long waves.
And I’m no less mad at the men in my life than I was earlier. I’ve considered climbing out my window. I’ve considered asking my best friends, Lyn
and Lila, to come help me escape. But
what would be the point? Rambo-Dad
already scared away my date, the only boy left in school who had been willing
to ask me even though his friends had warned him about my father.
I lie down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. Maybe I should go away for college. I planned on living at home while I attended
Georgia Tech, but there is no way I can deal with this stuff any longer. If my father had things his way, I would be
shipped off to become a nun. Or he would
buy an island and make it an all-girls cult.
“Uhggggg!” I yell to the empty room.
“Seriously, Dani-girl, things can’t be that bad.”
I jump up when I hear the deep, gravelly, insanely sexy
voice coming from my bedroom door. That
voice. My lord. The things it alone does to me should be
classified as illegal.
My hair slaps me in the face, a good handful landing in my
open mouth, and I hastily pull it out before I turn to where he is standing.
My lord, he’s beautiful.
He’s always been. My heart speeds
up when I take in his smirking face and the mischief dancing in his brown eyes.
“Cat got your tongue?”
I shake my head.
“Speechless?”
I shake it again.
“Do you really have some flesh-eating,
boil-slash-Ebola-like sickness?” he laughs.
I narrow my eyes at him, and his rich laughter booms
through the room.
“I’m just kidding, Dani-girl. Come on. Get yourself ready and let’s go rock
this prom.”
My jaw drops again.
“What?”
For the first time, I notice that he’s dressed in a perfectly
tailored tux. My eyes travel down his
tall form to his shining, black dress shoes.
On the way back up, my eyes hit the corsage spinning around his finger
before I look back up into those gorgeous eyes.
“Let’s go, beautiful.”
“Does Daddy know you’re here?” I ask, not moving from my
spot.
He sighs, steps into my room, and walks over. His cologne, Gucci Black, wraps around
me. He’s worn the same scent for
years. I perversely sniff it every time
I hit the mall with Lyn and Lila. That
scent—it’s my undoing.
He grabs one of my hands and gives my knuckles a kiss
before placing the corsage around my wrist.
He gives my hand a squeeze before letting go. Placing his strong hands on my shoulders, he
presses down until I’m seated on my bed.
Kneeling before me, he takes my feet one by one and fastens the straps
of my black heels before standing and grabbing my hands, again, to pull me to
my feet.
The whole time, I act like a freak and just gape at him.
What in the hell is going on?
“Ready?” he asks.
“Uhhh…”
“Right. You’re ready,” he laughs, grabs my hand, and pulls
me through the house, down the stairs, and into the entryway of the house,
where my parents are waiting.
Mom has her camera ready, forcing us to take some
pictures, for all of which I’m sure I’m just standing there in a daze. I think I smiled in them, but I was too busy
trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
Daddy smiles big and triumphantly the whole time, like he’s won some
battle here.
“Oh, good. You got
here,” Nate mumbles through a sandwich he’s stuffing down his throat.
I shake out of my stunned stupor and look over at
him. “You did this?” I ask with disbelief.
“Well, duh. Can’t
have my little sister miss her prom because of some boils. Plus, I knew this guy,” he says, pointing at
our father, “wouldn’t mind him.” He takes another bite before he looks over my
shoulder. “And I know he isn’t going to try to pet the cat.”
“Nathaniel Gregory!” Mom gasps.
“What? Why do you
think Dad acts like he does? Just
because I’m willing to say the words doesn’t mean you have to freak out.”
I look over at my mom, who has turned bright red.
Daddy laughs at her embarrassment and pulls her into his
arms. “Are you sure we didn’t drop that
one a few times as a baby?”
She slaps his hard stomach and shakes her head. “You look
beautiful, honey. Have fun, okay?”
I smile at her and move my eyes to Daddy to judge his
mood.
He just smiles at me. “I trust him. He won’t let any of
those pimple-faced, prepubescent boys touch a beautiful hair on your head. Have fun, sweetheart.”
I walk over and give them both a hug, standing up on my
toes as far as a can to whisper my gratitude in his ear. He’s annoying, overprotective, and possessive
of his girls, but I love him and I know he comes from a good place.
“Uh, excuse me? Do
I not get any little-sister love here?
I’m the one running this show, you know?”
“You’re such a dork, Nate,” I laugh and give him a hug
before turning back to my date.
He’s standing by the door, talking in low tones to my
daddy. I can’t hear him, but he’s still
smiling, so I’m guessing there isn’t any talk about dismemberment going
on. He looks over, his smile deepening
and the lines around his eyes crinkling.
Something moves behind his eyes that darkens them slightly, but he looks
back over at Daddy, finishing up their conversation.
“Ready, Dani-girl?” he asks a few minutes later, making my
heart speed up again.
Holy. Crap.
“Yeah. I’m ready.”
Or at least as ready as I’ll ever be.
**
That night, while dancing to Brett Young’s “Kiss by Kiss,”
I knew I would never be the same. I
could feel the jealous waves coming off every female in the room as he held me in his arms. Of course, I had a man and not a boy as my
date. Five years older than I am and
very obviously not a teenager.
Being held in his arms was a dream come true. His scent invaded my lungs with every
inhale. His eyes twinkled as his smile held
me hostage. I knew I would never love a
man as much as I love him.
Yeah. That was the
night I confirmed what I had always known.
What I had always felt.
Cohen Cage owned my heart and I never wanted it back.
Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from
her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the
house they dubbed 'Estrogen Ocean', much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a
borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with
her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her
favorite kind of hero--the super alpha kind!
Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the
house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect
way to just relax. It didn't take long before a head full of very demanding
alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.
Life’s the shit!
Chicks squeal over how wild and yummy I am, play their silly games trying to tie me down. But I’m free as a bird, doing what makes life life: kicking extreme-sport-ass!
I base jump, snowboard, bungee jump. I do anything for the rush.
Then, Ingela blows into town for college—a cool Swedish blast of trouble. Foulmouthed and runway-gorgeous, the girl seeps in like poison and melts the freaking brain.
To Ingela I am what chicks were to me: pastime, leisure, entertainment, pleasure. She’s killing me, and I’m digging it. There’s a new rush in town! Yeah, I hunt down my highs, and now the chase is on. I’ll catch her soon enough, just, what’s the deal with her ex?
BO
With Ingela, sex is a dance. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong.
On and off. On and off. Again, she’s wrecked with grief. It’s a reminder of how I destroy her, how crushed relationships shouldn’t be revived.
We’ve done this for years, now, but clearly we’re in for more.
Originally from Norway, I moved to the United States twelve years ago. I hold a Master’s degree in languages and taught Spanish at college level before settling in at the Savannah College of Art and Design as an adviser.
I write New Adult fiction, sometimes with a paranormal twist—like in “Shattering Halos,” published by The Wild Rose Press in February 24th 2014 and in “Stargazer,” estimated release date, November 2014. The first book I’m self-publishing is the New Adult Contemporary novel “Pandora Wild Child,” which will make me a proud indie author in October 28th 2014!
I specialize in impulsive heroines, bad-boys, and good-boys running amok. Then, there’s the intense love, physical and emotional attraction beyond reason—sensory overload for the reader as well as for the characters. Like in real life, I hope you’re unable to predict what comes next in my stories.
Yes, so I write what I love to read, and depending on the reader, you’ll find my books to be a fast-paced emotional rollercoaster—or disturbing because the struggles of love aren’t your thing. Here’s to hoping you have the same reading vice as me! 
