by P. Jameson
A small smile lifted Annie’s lips as she put things into perspective. “Christmas, Dirt Track Dogs style,” she murmured. “A new young, a little fun, and a changed heart. It really is perfect, you know.”
“Agreed.” He took her hand and placed a tiny kiss on her palm. “But we should go to bed now.”
Annie raised an eyebrow. “Bed? Not the couch?”
Blister passed Everly to Annie, and stood to unplug the tree. “Bed, mate. And quick, while the baby is still asleep.”
Annie beamed, so proud of everything this year had brought them. Proud of her pack and her mate. Proud of the life she’d been given and proud to raise her baby the Dirt Track Dog way.
Blister pulled her up from the couch, leaning over their baby to plant a kiss on her lips. “Keep smilin’ like that and we may not be doing any sleeping. Christmas isn’t over yet, and I’m feeling verrrrry merry.”
“Okay, but…” She sniffed to confirm her suspicions. “First you have to change this diaper.”
Blister barked out a laugh and then pulled her forward by the neck to plant a kiss on her head. “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”
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Chapter One
He was stalking her. There was no other definition for it. He’d watched her for weeks since first catching her scent. Learning her habits, her ticks, her schedule. If he were human, he’d have the decency to feel like a creep, to feel some measure of shame. But he wasn’t human and it was his nature to watch and wait… before pouncing.
And oh, did he plan on pouncing.
Renner watched from his perch, as the object of is attention aggressively worked the kinks out of whoever was lying on her massage table. The outdoor spa area of the Lake Haven Lodge afforded just enough privacy that clients could relax without worrying about passersby seeing them in their half-naked glory. But from his vantage point, Renner could see more.
Squinting, he focused on the brunette Magic had hired to help with the extra customers the lodge would see for the holidays. Her mass of hair was coiled high on her head in a bun. He’d never seen it down, but there must be a lot of it. The navy blue uniform shirt was dull but it happened to be the perfect color to go with her creamy skin.
What really had him riveted though, was her hands. The way she moved them smoothly, rhythmically, but with her whole body, like they were an extension of her very breath. The work she was doing was nothing more than business, providing relaxation for their visitors, but the way she moved… it screamed of raw sensuality.
Renner wanted those hands on him. Sooner rather than later.
“This is a horrible idea, you know.” Layna stood a few feet down from him on the footbridge. He hadn’t heard her approach. Which said something about his focus—that it was laser pin-pointed on one particular person. And that person wasn’t Layna.
“Is everything ready?”
She crossed her arms and sighed. “Yes. Magic isn’t happy about this though.”
“I don’t care what Magic thinks. He owes me for that shit he pulled with the wolves.”
“The Ravendale wolves are fine, Ren. They’re good allies to have and you know it. But she’s our best masseuse. We won’t be able to find a replacement before the holiday rush.”
Renner snorted. “Just what does Magic think I plan to do with her? There won’t be any need to replace her.”
“If you say so. Anyway, the only reason I agreed to this is because I like her. So, this is your warning. You screw this up and I’ll make you pay. I don’t even care that you’re my blood. If I see that girl cry or even mope over you, my claws are coming out.”
Renner stared at her. She was practically hissing. Sometimes his sister scared the shit out of him.
She must really like the new girl.
Bethany. Just thinking her name sent shivers down his back. Gave his animal a shot of energy. His cat most definitely wanted to come out to play.
“I still don’t see why you couldn’t just talk to her, get to know her the way normal people do.”
His eyes went back to Bethany as she finished up with her client. “I tried,” he muttered. “She wouldn’t talk to me.”
He’d taken a hit to the ego, but he wasn’t one to give up easily. Something about this woman intrigued him. He’d desired other females, and had his fair share of them. His bed was never empty unless he wanted it to be—as he had for the past months. As crazy as it was, he was tired of the meaningless interactions his love life had become. He was scratching an itch, but never connecting in any way more than physical. That’s all he’d been doing these years since returning to the lodge.
It wasn’t enough anymore. Not for his cat and not for him.
He wanted more. Needed to blot out the one person he couldn’t let go of. The one he tried not to think of.
Bethany was the first female to really catch his notice since he was a young. Maybe she could give him what he was looking for. But first, he had to get her attention. He hoped for once his scheming wouldn’t backfire.
A Mate’s Wish
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Other books by P. Jameson
Ouachita Mountain Shifters
A Mate’s Wish (Holiday Prequel)
Deliciously Mated (Book 1)
Ouachita Mated (Book 2)
Merrily Mated (Book 3)
Dirt Track Dogs
Racing the Alpha (Book 1)
Racing the Beast (Book 2)
Racing Home (Book 3)
Racing Hard (Book 4)
Racing Destiny (Book 5)
Home for the Holidays (Book 6)
Ozark Mountain Shifters
A Mate’s Denial (Book 1)
A Mate’s Sacrifice (Book 2)
A Mate’s Revenge (Book 3)
A Mate’s Submission (Book 4)
Sci-fi Fantasy Romance
Starwalker (Amazon)
About the Author
P. Jameson likes to spend her time daydreaming, and then rearranging those dreams into heartstring-pulling stories of trial and triumph. Paranormal is her jam, so you’re sure to find said stories full of hot alpha males of the supernatural variety. She lives next door to the great Ozark Mountains with her husband and kids, who provide her with plenty of writing fodder.
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