BAD: Ragnar (Bad Azz Daddy Squad #1)

Note from the authors: In much the same way that SMOKIN': Carolina in the Storming is a family saga, so is the Bad Azz Daddy series...especially this story. This story takes you from 1920s South Carolina all the way up to 1980s Europe and Alaska. It tells the tale of not just one romance but two and change and also details the roots of how the cities of Delice-Patrale became populated by the Baileys, Oxendines, Adamses, Harpers, Forresters, and them.

Having had her soul torn open by Scripture, Songs Sorghum didn’t have a need for nobody’s church. A woman who never met religion she could stomach, and only one male that she could trust, the second-to-last thing she’d wanted was a husband. The very last thing she’d wanted was a husband who was a preacher, regardless of how fine he was.

Rev. Justice Harper was a man ahead of his time. The last thing he pretended to be was a good preacher but he damn sure was going to do all within his power to be a good man. Progressive even by today’s standards, he referred to God by both genders, women as equal, and himself as an as*hole. After an act of cowardice ended up with him being married to the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, he’d vowed to put Songs first, any children they had a close second, and anyone who tried to hurt them in the ground.

Selah Harper was an educated woman. Her mama had taught her to make moonshine, track, fish, hunt, and say NO with conviction. Her daddy had taught her how to throw a punch, how to read, and how to kill a man five different ways. But more than that, he’d taught her how a man should treat her.

Darioush Jendayi hated humans. He despised humans. He loathed humans. He also hated most shifters that weren’t related to him. For that matter he hated many who were … and they hated him just as hard. The only thing he hated more than humans was the American south. After being sent so far north he’d been near the Arctic Circle, he’d vowed that the only reason he’d return to the south was to burn that motherf*cker to the ground –all of it, not just Atlanta. Summoned back to that forsaken bit of dirt sprawled beneath the Mason-Dixon Line by his mama, he planned to see what she demanded and head back to Alaska as fast as shifterly possible … and then he met Selah Harper.

Bering No Last Name Given was the only being that Darioush didn’t hate, which was fitting because Darioush was the only being that he didn’t want to outright kill – maim a little bit but not outright kill. The perfect pairing, Darioush didn’t like anybody; Bering didn’t trust anybody.
Even though American shifter royalty stopped using titles after the War of Independence, Princess Aviva Jendayi is a princess all because of her grandmamma. Songs Harper didn’t give a damn whether or not her daddy wanted to be called ‘king’ but she’d decided that her daughter Selah was damn well going to be called ‘queen’ and that’s how she became princess. Being taught how to say NO by her moonshining, hell-raising grandmamma; being taught never to simply accept what life tries to give you by her queen-pilot mom; being taught that she was the mf’ing sh*t by her bad azz daddy and having her equally bad azz Uncle Bering sign off on it; and being taught how to f*ck people up by the whole Jendayi-Harper clan, she was ready to take Europe by storm and any male who got in her way straight to h*ll.

HRH Ragnar Deonté is not simply shifter royalty, he is what other royals aspire to become. With the trademark Deonté fineness, those billions of Deustche Marks, and the position of Crown Prince, the world is his for the having … and he knows it … and acts like it.