by Sarah Jaeger.

Sometimes, tracking your mate is only half the journey.

It’s a good thing I’ll go the distance.

Finn

I’ve barely convinced Kathleen that we’re mates. Despite her previous objections she’s getting closer to accepting she’s mine.

In a cruel twist, she’s gone. In the dead of night, she walked out the door.

What did I expect? Kathleen’s a good girl at heart. But being a lawful wife, to have and to hold, for better or worse, until death do us part wasn’t an easy sell.

Not while her world is crumbling around her.

I have to go back to the one place I’m no longer welcome. Let’s just hope The Hellhound is in a forgiving mood.

Lena

Finn O’Leary is my mate. I can’t tell him how much he means to me, but someday I’ll say the words. Maybe. He’s just not the O’Leary I need to be talking to.

First, because we’re as opposite as they come.

Second, because as much as he wants to, there’s no way Finn can fix what’s been broken. There are two women I need to see and they’re on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

I have a nine-and-half-hour headstart.

Is it going to be enough? Finn’s going to be mad — that’s putting it nicely — that I’ve fled the country, but this’ll be one of those times my brain is writing a check my butt’s going to have to cash later.

I hope it’s worth it.

It’s me versus the clock. Am I going to get answers before Finn catches up? Or will I be left with more questions than I started with? There’s only one way to find out.