Guess what? Savage Revenge is now available in ebook form at any ebook retailer! *Happy Dancing* This is the final book in the series! Learn more, and read an excerpt, below! Haven’t discovered my Savage series? Check out book one, here.

Taking her captive could prove his innocence…or make her a target.

SavageRevenge72lgAgent and Alpha Nathan Larson has fled his pack, his agency and Washington State on a life-or-death mission to prove himself innocent of a savage massacre he’s pretty sure he didn’t commit.

So far he’s covered his tracks, but it’s only a matter of time. He needs a place to hunker down under the radar, and he intends to make it happen. No matter who becomes collateral damage.

Sage Christensen knows every shifter in this small California town, and the darkly attractive, brooding alpha attempting to flirt with her stands out like a flea on a white cat. She quickly realizes she was right to be wary when he follows her home and holds her captive.

Despite her refusal to be a compliant victim, she can’t deny their chemistry. Or the gut instinct that maybe he really is innocent. But with the trail of dead women growing longer, Sage begins to wonder if it was a mistake to trust her safety, her body—and her heart—to a man who has no idea how deep his dark side is buried.

Warning: This book has an Alpha male on the run, and a quirky novelist destined to be his captive. There will be bloodshed, lovemaking, and excitement aplenty.

Now available from

Amazon | Barnes and Noble | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Kobo  | Samhain

EXCERPT

“This could’ve been so much easier on both of us, Sage. At the bar last night I was trying to make you fall for me. Trying to gain your trust so you’d willingly take me home.”

“I’m sorry I was so uncooperative.” Her sarcasm ran rampant. “And I don’t take men home.”

When he glanced up at her, her gaze had slid to his mouth.

Interesting. Maybe she was a more aware of him than she cared to admit. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and everything primal inside him responded.

He turned off the sink and maneuvered her against it, straddling her legs with his own.

“Well I guarantee you if I’d been the one kissing you outside instead of your pretty musician, you would’ve taken me home.”

She swallowed hard and met his gaze once more. The amount of defiance there was outweighed by excitement.

“For a criminal, you’re awfully full of yourself. It would take more than a kiss for me to have brought you home.”

“Careful, Sage,” he warned softly and leaned in closer. His breath mingled with hers. “Because that almost sounds like a challenge.”

He heard it then. The slow thud of her heart that had become a pounding thunder. She didn’t reply to his statement, and the wolf within him rose to the surface in an instant.

Was he right? Was she as physically drawn to him right now as he was to her?

Maybe he was going about this wrong. Maybe if he tried to seduce her mind—her heart—he’d have her cooperation. She’d stop trying to escape and break his skull in.

Or maybe, you just want to charter the inside of her mouth with your tongue.

Whatever it was, the primitive side of him was far too close to the surface to be denied now.

He lowered his head and lightly touched his lips to hers—waited for her to pull away. She was so soft. Wonderfully sweet.

She didn’t move, though her shoulders tensed. A moment later she gave a stiff shrug. “See? That did noth—”

He didn’t let her finish that thought before he’d crushed his mouth on hers again. Not gentle this time, but with the sole intent to explore that amazing mouth deeper. To conquer and take.

She whimpered in shock before he effortlessly pierced her compressed lips with his tongue, determined to taste the soft warmth inside.

For a moment, she tried to push him away, her hands shoving against his bare shoulders, but as he gentled his kiss—switched his intent from conquer to seduce—she grew pliant in his arms.

As he flicked his tongue against hers in teasing, gentle strokes, she began to answer back. The hands that had tried to push him away a moment ago now kneaded and stroked the bare skin of his shoulders.

The control that he always prided himself on—that had been so tightly wound— began to unravel. His thoughts grew hazy, and for a moment he couldn’t be sure who was actually in control. Who was seducing who.

 

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Taking her captive could prove his innocence…or make her a target.

Agent and Alpha SavageRevenge72lgNathan Larson has fled his pack, his agency and Washington State on a life-or-death mission to prove himself innocent of a savage massacre he’s pretty sure he didn’t commit.

So far he’s covered his tracks, but it’s only a matter of time. He needs a place to hunker down under the radar, and he intends to make it happen. No matter who becomes collateral damage.

Sage Christensen knows every shifter in this small California town, and the darkly attractive, brooding alpha attempting to flirt with her stands out like a flea on a white cat. She quickly realizes she was right to be wary when he follows her home and holds her captive.

Despite her refusal to be a compliant victim, she can’t deny their chemistry. Or the gut instinct that maybe he really is innocent. But with the trail of dead women growing longer, Sage begins to wonder if it was a mistake to trust her safety, her body—and her heart—to a man who has no idea how deep his dark side is buried.

Warning: This book has an Alpha male on the run, and a quirky novelist destined to be his captive. There will be bloodshed, lovemaking, and excitement aplenty.

Available October 15th, pre-order from

Amazon | Barnes and Noble | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Kobo

Here’s a NEVER SEEN EXCERPT!

“Will you let me go now?” Her words were strong, a contradiction to the fear on her face.

She was kind of a mess. He’d expected that. What he hadn’t expected was to realize how naturally pretty she was. No makeup, just tear-stained, pink cheeks and full lips that quivered with emotion.

Irritated at himself for noticing her attributes as a woman, and blaming it on fatigue, he touched her forehead with two gentle fingers. Hoping to reassure her a little that he meant no harm.

Still, she flinched and jerked away.

“I can’t let you go, Sage. Not yet.” He straightened, and reached over her for the ropes that bound her. “I need to sleep. We both do.”

“What are you doing?” Now alarm resonated in her tone.

“You won’t be able to sleep like that.”

“You think?” Her soft snort had him smiling a bit. So he hadn’t killed her spirit completely.

Good.

“Don’t celebrate yet. I need to make sure you don’t try anything stupid—so we’re sleeping close tonight.”

Her body stilled. “How close?”

“Close.”

He removed the ropes from her and she gave a cry of relief. She moved to sit up, stretching her hands and legs.

“I don’t sleep with men.” Her gaze averted from him, but not before he’d caught her checking out certain parts of his anatomy.

If possible, her cheeks turned even pinker.

“Really? You prefer women?”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“I know. Relax. I’m not trying to seduce you.”

“You couldn’t. Look, I’m used to sleeping alone.”

“I can understand that, but tonight you don’t get to.”

She stared at him. Hard. Her jaw lifted and she held her wrists together out in front of her.

“I think I’d prefer you to tie me up again. Go sleep on the couch in the living room.”

He didn’t bother trying to hide his short laugh.

“You have one minute to either change into pajamas, or sleep in your clothes.”

Her lips parted. “I’m not changing in front of you.”

“In your clothes it is.” He hit the lights in the room and climbed onto the bed.

Ready for her to bolt, he had an arm around her waist before she could get away. Within seconds flat he had her body spooned up against his as if they’d just made love and were ready to fall asleep.

Though the tension in her body and small gasp of shock she made was anything but romantic.

“Relax, Curls.”

“I can’t. You know, usually a guy buys you dinner before this kind of thing.”

God, she amused him, and he wasn’t the easily amused type.

“We’re not playing by the rules, in case you missed it.”

“No. I’m quite clear on the fact you’ve broken into my house and are holding me hostage.” She paused and her shoulders lifted with a big breath she drew in. “Please just be honest. What are your intentions with me? Are you going to—”

“Don’t even say the word. I swear I don’t want to hurt you, Sage. I would never force myself on you. On any woman.” He sighed, frustrated that he even had to have this conversation, but this was his current reality. One where he had to assure a woman he wouldn’t rape her. “Look, I’m exhausted. Can we talk tomorrow? Maybe I can try and explain some things. My motivation.”

“I won’t run. Please, you don’t have to hold me like this.”

It was kind of nice actually. The thought raced through his head before he could stop it. With his relationship being strained the last few months, it’d been a while since he’d been with a woman. Of course his body was perking up at the idea of having one in his arms.

Get your fucking hormones under control, Larson. This isn’t a date.

“I wish I could. I just can’t trust you.” He didn’t trust anyone right now.

“Welcome to the club.” More silence. “Will you at least trust me with your real name?”

He shouldn’t, and yet, it was the one thing he could give her that would risk nothing. She would ultimately learn who he was anyway.

“Nate.”

“Thank you.”

Her whisper helped ease him into sleep. Into a hazy world where dreams and memories collided into a cloud of red.