Expected Release Date: 

April 29, 2014


I’m Dan Smith, and I’m currently living two lives. Maybe even

three if you really look into it. Haley, Allison, Hunter, Wade, Sergio, and

Isla all exist in one or more of them somehow.

Am I a supporting role in their stories, or are they merely

characters in mine?

You decide.

Haley told her story. Now I’ll tell mine.

She said. He said.

This is my story.

Warning: Some explicit language and sexual content.

Note: This is the second book in a series and will be best-received

if read after A is for Alpha Male.


Secret Alpha is the companion novel to A is for Alpha Male.

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Secret Alpha Excerpt

Once again,

Allison had no answer, but that didn’t get Haley down at all.

I could feel

my feet start to walk in their direction, straight down the bar and stopping

right in front of them, as though I was having an out of body experience.

“As far as

loosening up, I meant alcohol…..Shot time!”

Perfect. Cue


She looked

away from her mom right at that moment, honing in like a laser beam on my exact


And then,

looked right through me.


“Two shots of

fireball, please,” Haley requested sweetly, but I could tell she didn’t notice

me at all.

If anything,

that made her even cuter. She was completely there, in that moment, with her

mom. Clearly, they had a strong, close, vibrant relationship, and a respect

that I hardly ever saw between people anymore.

Living in

such a technologically driven era, people rarely interacted with one another

without an outside distraction like a cell phone going at the same time.

Don’t worry,

I’m not anti-technology, but I am pro-personal connection. The kind of

camaraderie that’s strong enough to hold a person’s entire interest. It’s

probably a lifetime lacking in close connections that drives my philosophical

approach to conversational engagement, but I couldn’t tell you for sure because

I’m not a psychologist.

“You got it,

sweetheart,” I said, and then began thoroughly kicking my own ass for adding on

a term of endearment. I seriously didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me.

I didn’t know what is was about this girl that had me tied in knots, and I

didn’t know why in the fuck I kept letting myself forget I was in the middle of

a very serious, extremely dangerous investigation.

There was

probably a price on my head at that exact moment, for fuck’s sake.

I pulled my

lips back over my teeth immediately, putting away the dimples and effectively

putting the kabash on my smile. But it didn’t even matter because she still

hadn’t even really looked at me. In fact, another man, someone I wasn’t

familiar with, had just approached her and started flirting.

He was a

cocksucking dork, I could tell, but she flirted back. The really disgusting

part is that I felt an immediate flare of fire in my belly, the edges of my

flaming jealousy licking the lining of my stomach and burning me alive.

Placing the

shots on the bar in front of them, I redirected my mind and energy and moved to

the other end of the bar, keen to do any other work I could come up with.

But as I

left, I allowed myself one last look, startling noticeably when Allison’s keen

blue eyes found mine and a knowing smile crept sweetly onto her face.

Fuck. Me.


About The Author

Laurel Ulen Curtis

is a 27 year old mother of one. She lives with her husband and son (and cat and

two fish!) in New Jersey, but grew up all over the United States. She graduated

from Rutgers University in 2009 with a Bachelor of Science in Meteorology, and

puts that to almost no use other than forecasting for her friends and writing a

storm chasing heroine! She has a passion for her family, laughing, and reading

and writing Romance novels. She’s also addicted to Coke. The drink, not the


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