Tiny Peek At Destined Predator, Wild Ones book 2!

I only just re-started this today, and am determined to finish this in 7 days-- so by next Tuesday. I haven't reached my word count goal for the day yet, but I'll keep trying. Anyway, here's a little peek into the start of it, and it's unedited so please excuse any errors :D

Destined Predator Wild Ones 2
Copyright 2017
Bailey Bradford

Rhett tapped the nail into place, then took another one from his tool belt. He was fortunate that the electric was already set up down there, and that there’d been an old restroom for him to convert—which was next on his list, once he got the wall built between the bedroom and living area. Then there’s the kitchen to go, and the flooring—

“Pay attention to what you’re doing,” he scolded himself before he could smack his thumb again. He’d be lucky if he didn’t lose that fingernail.

Rhett worked in the basement until it was time for him to head outside and tackle his chores. With Jack and Ernest taking up full-time positions on the ranch, and three part-time hands, Rhett wasn’t having to do as much as he used to. And Jack had taken over the accounting, thank God, so that was a huge burden off Rhett’s shoulders.

Having too much time on his hands was a scary thought, so he would work on the basement until he had it done perfectly, then he’d see about revamping the house. It could use some updating.

Maybe, if he kept busy enough, he wouldn’t lose his marbles over the whole shifter thing. He hadn’t had nearly enough time to accept that they existed, or that there’d been a fucking nightmarish turf war on the ranch last week.

He definitely wasn’t going to think about Casey Akers, Ben’s older brother and alpha of the Akers pack. Something about Casey just rubbed Rhett the wrong way. Bossy fucker, thinking he can tell everyone what to do.

Rhett bit back a groan when he thought of what Casey had said to him in front of everyone at the garage. “I want to fuck you.”