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Someone wants her. And someone else wants her…dead.

If life as a not-fully-human has taught Agent Grace Masterson anything, it’s that she’ll never again be anyone’s sitting duck. Whoever is deftly evading the traps around her remote sanctuary outside Seattle, she intends to shove his easily sensed self-confidence way, way up where the sun don’t shine.

When she comes face to face—and body to body—with Darrius Hilliard, relief and lingering guilt over past choices weaken her knees. Plus something bad. Really bad. A surprising, intense desire for her fellow agent.

Darrius knows what Grace needs, and it’s not the kid-glove treatment. If she’s ever to overcome her past trauma and return to full active duty status with the P.I.A, she needs a strong shoulder. Yet he’s shocked at how quickly he’s become physically and emotionally entwined with her.

Fighting their growing attraction to one another becomes secondary, though, when it becomes clear that someone not only isn’t thrilled at Grace’s return, they want her gone. Maybe even dead…

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EXCERPT

It was a little hard to focus with Grace wearing her pajamas—pink plaid boxer shorts and a skintight tank top. She’d obviously showered. Her hair, still damp, hung in loose, dark waves down her back. And she smelled sweet. Whatever soap or lotion she wore had to have some kind of cinnamon scent to it.

Every breath he took in just upped his awareness of her—made him want to gather her into his arms and press his lips to the curve of her neck. He needed to find out if she tasted as sweet as he knew she would.

Knowing she waited for his reply, he finally settled for saying the only thing that he could think of. The only thing neutral. “I figured you might want to talk about what happened today?”

He watched the tension invade her body, the wariness flicker in her eyes.

“Which part?” She pulled away from the counter and held up her hand. “Actually, don’t answer that. You figured wrong. No, I don’t want to talk about any of it.”

She walked past him, away from the bedrooms and toward what seemed to be the living room.

His gaze unwillingly slipped to the curve of her ass, and his blood rushed south. His jaw flexed as he took in the long, pale legs that ended in bare feet. Feet that were nearly running through the plush carpet to move away from him.

“It’s late. You shouldn’t be here anyway.”

He caught up with her and grabbed her arm, swinging her around. “You think I don’t know that?”

“So why are you here?” There was desperation in her voice now, as if she dreaded the confrontation that had been building.

“I don’t know. I don’t fucking know. I just found myself driving here instead of home tonight.”

“Okay, you know what? Not an acceptable answer.”

“Maybe not. But here’s what I can tell you.” His fingers slid over the soft skin of her upper arm, holding her still as she tried to pull away. “There was this cute blonde at the bar tonight and we were in her car. She was all set to let me fuck her.”

Shock flared in her eyes, and then disappointment, before her gaze turned hard and cold. “What, is crude the new charming with you, Hilliard? Look, I don’t doubt you can get laid. No one is going to dispute that,” she ground out, “but I don’t need you to show up at my house to give me a blow by blow, okay?”

“I think you do need to hear this, because you’re part of the damn problem.”

She stopped trying to pull away and let out a growl of fury, going toe to toe with him now. She was several inches shorter than him, but she could intimidate the hell out of most people.

But instead of intimidating him, the anger and passion in her gaze lit a spark to the embers inside him. Made what little control he’d had when he arrived, snap.

“I am not part of your problem. If for some reason Little Hilliard didn’t want to get up and play, they have convenient blue pills for that. So why don’t you go bum one off your dad and hightail it back to the bar and finish where you left off with your blonde friend?”

Hilliard stared at her for a moment, letting the words sink in with disbelief. And then he laughed.

“You think I…” He shook his head and laughed harder, but it wasn’t really driven by amusement. More so frustration. “I didn’t sleep with the woman, because I couldn’t even kiss her without thinking about you.”

That shut her up. Grace sucked in a breath and she seemed at a loss to say.

“But I tried.” His jaw flexed. “Because wanting you is a damn inconvenience, Masterson.”

Again she didn’t say anything, but he didn’t miss the dilation of her pupils or the way her breath quickened.

He released her arm and used both hands to push back her hair over her shoulders before cupping her face. “I’m tired of running from this. So why bother trying anymore?”

Realization flickered in her eyes. “Hilliard, don’t you dare.”

Too fucking late. The wolf inside him had taken over the reins and was playing the game his way now.

He pulled her hard against him and covered her mouth with his. Expecting her knee in his crotch, he was shocked when instead her fingers curled into his shirt and she tugged him closer. She wasn’t fighting him, but again matching him with everything she had.

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Someone wants her. And someone else wants her…dead.


If life as a not-fully-human has taught Agent Grace Masterson anything, it’s that she’ll never again be anyone’s sitting duck. Whoever is deftly evading the traps around her remote sanctuary outside Seattle, she intends to shove his easily sensed self-confidence way, way up where the sun don’t shine.When she comes face to face—and body to body—with Darrius Hilliard, relief and lingering guilt over past choices weaken her knees. Plus something bad. Really bad. A surprising, intense desire for her fellow agent.

Darrius knows what Grace needs, and it’s not the kid-glove treatment. If she’s ever to overcome her past trauma and return to full active duty status with the P.I.A, she needs a strong shoulder. Yet he’s shocked at how quickly he’s become physically and emotionally entwined with her.

Fighting their growing attraction to one another becomes secondary, though, when it becomes clear that someone not only isn’t thrilled at Grace’s return, they want her gone. Maybe even dead…

Coming November 27th

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“Here you are. One mug of tea for my uninvited guest.” She set a steaming mug in front of him. “Do you need cream? Sugar?”

When she moved to turn away, he caught her wrist, stopping her retreat. Her pale blue eyes widened and panic flickered in them.

“Thank you. The tea is fine as it is.” He stroked his thumb over the pulse in her delicate wrist, felt it pounding faster than it should’ve been. “But you’re not, Grace. You haven’t spoken to anyone about what happened a couple months ago. Or how the hell you even got involved in such a mess. Why don’t you try talking? Try talking to me.”

Darrius watched the myriad of emotions flicker across her face.

Shock, pain, rage and fear again. He could pretty much pinpoint each one, and likely why she felt it, especially the rage. People didn’t bring it up, didn’t dare talk about it. So how dare he?

He could see the question in her gaze, the sudden rigidness in her shoulders, and yet she didn’t pull away or try to remove his hand from her wrist. She seemed too stunned.

Everyone had been tiptoeing around the victims. Even though each one had been sent a request to be interviewed, none of them had agreed.

And what could they do? They couldn’t force it. The line was a bit finer with Grace, because she was a federal agent. What she’d done could impact her job, and the consequences of her actions had still yet to be seen.

The most messed up thing about it was the whole experiment had been legal.

Though they’d wanted to prosecute the bitch behind it all, she’d covered her ass by having the shifters sign a contract indicating they knew exactly what they were doing and the risks involved.Thankfully the drug hadn’t worked, but instead whatever had been given to them caused them to shift almost continuously between wolf and human. It had nearly killed all the victims. Including Grace.

“I just don’t understand why you did it. Why you would willingly sign up for such a messed up thing?” He shook his head. “You’re a shifter, being part wolf is in your DNA. Why the hell would you sign up to be given a drug that tried to subdue that side of you?”

Grace flinched and he saw the flicker of agony in her gaze before it was gone.

“I’m not going to discuss this. Not now, now ever.” She glanced pointedly down at his fingers that restrained her, and then back at him. “Do you mind?”

He found himself reluctant to release her, which startled him into obeying her request. He liked the delicateness of her wrist. How soft her skin was. The smell of her lotion—

What the fucking hell was wrong with him? She was an agent on his team, and he’d damn well better remember that.

Darrius pursed his lips and curled his hands around the mug in front of him instead.

“I apologize.”

“Thank you. I don’t like being touched.” She hesitated. “More so lately.” And yet in the garage, right after she’d been ready to blow his head off, she’d seemed to melt into his arms, cling to him almost desperately. Unless he’d imagined that.

“I’m trying to be real with you,” he said with quiet determination. “Maybe the other guys will dance around with what happened. Maybe they’re fine ignoring you and just letting you bounce back when you’re ready, but I’m not willing to go that route.”

Her mouth tightened. “Well, doesn’t that make you an insensitive asshole.”

“So what if it does. I want you to talk about it. Otherwise I don’t think it’s going to happen.”

“You don’t think what’s going to happen?” Exasperation radiated through her words.

“Unless you start facing what happened, I don’t think you’re going to bounce back.”

Rhian Cahill
Leah Braemel
Mari Carr
Shiloh Walker
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
HelenKay Dimon
Lauren Dane
Shelli Stevens
Jody Wallace

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The man who vows to protect her may be her biggest threat.

Savage, Book 1

Being the daughter of a world-renowned scientist, Sienna Peters has struggled to carve out her own career in the field. But her world is sent spinning when she discovers a secret species being held in the lab where she works, and the horrible things being done to them. Compelled to do more than hand off an information-packed jump drive to her father, she sets out to free the creatures.

The minute his team enters the compound, federal agent Warrick Donovan knows their mission will have more trouble than they bargained on. Unfortunately, trouble comes in the form of Sienna Peters, the younger sister of his close friend. Now not only does he need to save her pretty ass, he needs to discover just how involved she is with the imprisonment of the shifters.

Sienna knows she should trust no one—not even the man she might still love. But as the danger escalates and past passion ignites, her heart has other ideas. Even when the shroud of mystery is ripped off more than one stunning truth…

Warning: Must love alpha males, be intrigued by federal agents who may or may not shift into wolves, and most importantly be prepared for intense action of the dangerous and sexual kind.

“A thrilling, sexy adventure from page one. Awesome!” Cherry Adair, New York Times Bestselling Author

“The first book in the Savage series by Stevens is off to a rockin’ start. Filled with intrigue and action it seems like the plot of a television series. It has a cast of characters guaranteed to cause a reaction — either annoyance or intrigue — and is sure to catch even the most cynical reader’s attention.” ~Romantic Times Magazine

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EXCERPT

“How long have you been working for Feloray Laboratories, Sienna?”

And let the questioning begin.

Biting back a sigh, she tugged her hand away and moved to lean back against the trunk of the tree. Warrick touching her, even as innocently as holding her hand, was far too distracting. And she wanted to confess. Right now, more than anything, she wanted someone she could trust. But as much as she ached to, she couldn’t tell him everything. It was too risky.

“Two years. I want to get some experience in the field before I go back to get my master’s degree.”

Warrick paced between the trees, reaching up to grab a branch. “And what exactly do you do there?”

Sienna inhaled the refreshingly clean air, let it fill her lungs and calm her as she tried to keep her mind sharp.

“Well I went to school to be a biochemist, but right now, there are not a lot of jobs out there, so I’m a grunt. With a promise to be promoted to lab technician soon. Or there was the promise.” Her mouth tightened. “As a grunt I do what they tell me to do. A lot of data entry. A lot of cleaning up of someone else’s mess.”

“And what about the shifters?” He snapped the small, thin branch from the tree and twirled it between his fingers. “Were they just another mess for you to clean up, Sienna?”

Her lips parted and a noise of indignation slipped out. Why was he always so quick to assume the worst? There’d been a time when she could do no wrong in Warrick’s eyes. So much had changed since that time though…he’d changed.

“No. I told you that I wasn’t even aware the shifters existed until yesterday.” Though she couldn’t tell him everything, at least that much was the truth.

“Ah, Sienna. I’m just not quite sure I believe you, kid.” Warrick sighed and glanced away. “You’re hiding something.”

Of course she was, and they both knew it. But he should also be smart enough to realize she wasn’t going to bend on this.

She stared at his profile, the strong line of his jaw and the curl of his mouth expressing his displeasure. The sun shone behind him, silhouetting Warrick’s muscled, beautiful body like he was Adonis.

She’d always done that. Cast Warrick in some deity-like glow that set him above all other men. Made him seem beyond extraordinary.

Her stomach fluttered with awareness. And a heat that had nothing to do with the sun beating down on them slid through her blood.

The silence between them stretched on, seeming louder than the birds chirping happily around them.

For one insane moment, she was tempted to tell him everything. To go grab the jump drive from the bathroom, and unload the emotional burden of keeping this secret.

But again Leo’s warning gave her pause. He hadn’t thrown that in there just for the hell of it, he’d completely believed there to be some kind of threat from a supposed ally to the shifters. And for creatures that shouldn’t have even existed, the P.I.A. was probably their biggest—if not only—ally.

“You trust me, Sienna. I know you do.”

“Look, Warrick, I’ve told you everything I know,” she said softly and sank her teeth into her bottom lip to avoid saying anything else.

He turned on his heel and was next to her before she could blink. His arms slammed against the tree on either side of her.

“Dammit, this isn’t one of your little games, Sienna. There’s a lot at risk here.” His gaze slid over her face and his voice gentled. “So much you can’t even begin to understand.”

With his body pressed just inches from hers, Sienna stilled. Hot awareness slid through her as she stared at the tic in his clenched jaw. Warrick had always had that unrestrained air about him, but the black stubble peppering his jaw made him seem even more dangerous and fierce.

“How did you find out about the shifters?” His voice took on a hypnotic note and she found her gaze unwillingly lifting to meet his.

Everything around them faded as her attention locked onto the gray-blue depths of his eyes. Her breathing slowed as she watched his pupils dilate. A calm settled over her.

Warrick moved his arm and a moment later he traced two fingers lightly down her cheek.

“Tell me, Sienna.”

She exhaled softly. “I was told about them.”

“Good girl.” His thumb brushed over her lower lip. “Who told you about them?”

Can’t tell him that. Don’t tell him that.

His head dipped, his lips so close to hers she could feel the hot breaths of air over her mouth.

Almost of its own violation, her body leaned into his. Her eyelids fluttered closed.

Warrick’s lips grazed the corner of her mouth. “Who told you, Sienna?”

Her lips parted on a sigh. The name ready to roll off her tongue.

“Warrick.”

The harsh male voice snapped her from the daze. The heaviness that had taken over her mind and body dissipated and she blinked her eyes open in dismay .

Shit.

Warrick stared down at her, his gaze clouded with frustration and a burning heat that turned her bones to liquid.

“What’s up?” he called back, without moving away from her.

Larson answered a second later. “I need you to help me with something in here.”

Sienna slipped beneath his arm and stumbled away from him. Her ankle hit a protruding root, but she caught herself before she could fall. Her body trembled from the blood rushing through her veins and she shook her head.

Dammit. How had he gotten her to almost spill her guts? What kind of crazy spell—

“We need to get back inside.” His terse command snapped between them before he turned away and walked back toward the safe house.

Obviously he expected her to follow, and really, what choice did she have? Run and get two feet away?

Sienna started after him and tried again to figure out what the hell had just happened.

 

Rhian Cahill
Mari Carr
Shiloh Walker
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
HelenKay Dimon
Lauren Dane
TJ Michaels
Shelli Stevens