BLOG TOUR: Atlas and the Traitor by Layla Reyne
A romance between a grumpy coyote shifter and an even grumpier warlock who are fated to run toward each other.
Atlas and the Traitor, an all-new enemies-to-lovers, M/M paranormal romance and the third book in the Soul to Find Series from bestselling author Layla Reyne is now available!
I was supposed to bring balance.
That’s what my name—Atlas—means.
It feels more like being torn apart.
Between good and evil, Nature and Chaos.
Always running after or from something.
Including a certain coyote shifter who wants to rip me limb from limb.
I’d rather he shred my kilt and do other things to me.
But alas, shouldering fate keeps getting in the way.
Or maybe I’ve got it all wrong.
Maybe he’s the only path to balance, to the future.
An end to the running.
But we’d have to trust each other first.
I’d rather tear myself apart than ever do that.
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“Eyes up here, sugar.”
Atlas snapped his gaze to the heated gold one that was unmistakably smug. Fucker. “There are extra clothes upstairs,” he bit out, as he retrieved a bottle of much-needed vodka from the freezer under the stairs.
When he didn’t hear Robin move, he poured himself a double, tossed back the shot, poured a second, then turned back around, marginally more fortified to face the shifter who seemed hell-bent on driving him mad.
Robin sat propped on the arm of the leather couch, arms crossed, legs spread, semi-hard cock resting against his thigh. At least he wasn’t unaffected; unfortunately, he wasn’t distracted either. “Now, who or what was that nightmare that walked through the door before you snapped us out of there?”
Atlas leaned against the side of the stairs. “A hunter.”
“I don’t know him.”
“Because he only works in the South, which you usually stay out of. So why venture this way now? To La Purisima, of all places.” He shifted his attention to Mary, who stood leaned against the stone wall by the double front doors. “You, especially, know better.” All the trouble Icarus had gone to to keep her out of these parts, and she was right back here. “Someone could have recognized you.”
“You killed a giant in LP,” she said, ignoring the parts of his logic she didn’t like and substituting her own. “Stood to reason Evan had been there too.”
“And witnesses reported seeing a man fitting Evan’s description on or about the time the giant died,” Robin added
Atlas sipped from his glass, the only thing keeping him from throwing it. “And what description was that?”
“White, short, fit, clean-cut, blond hair, dressed in a suit.”
Atlas gestured at himself. “Yes, that was me, killing said giant.”
Robin cocked a bushy brow, then
after an up-and-down sweep of him, finally registered the change in attire
since the last time he’d seen him. “What happened to the kilt?”
“I put on a suit when I need someone to think I’m Evan.” The other brow rose to match, and Atlas hung back his head on another pained sigh. When he righted it, he set his sights on the biggest liar in the room. “You didn’t tell him?” he said to Mary.
Robin shot off the couch. “Tell me what?”
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