Seducing a Wolf: Moonbound Series, Book Five
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“I know what your job is, Luther Frost.”
The sentence froze him stiff, with a crate in his hands. He eyed the little woman. Could she be a test from Adrian? How would she know who he was? She wasn’t one of the hotel staff, she wasn’t a client, and she wasn’t a distributor.
“I’m not going to tell you again.” He forced his muscles to move and set down the crate, leaning against it. “Get off my boat.”
She dangled one green shoe off the end of the gangway, twisting her foot back and forth. “Technically, I’m not on your boat. So I can’t get off.”
Ignoring her jab, he took another crate off the pile and saw the red stamp he’d been looking for. The dumb blonde who had been sent from the hotel to bring the last of the shipment had obviously not been a regular, because she didn’t know to leave the red stamp crates on the top.
He picked it up and walked past the foot-dangling pixie girl, toward the back cabin. But as he passed her, the pull toward her was visceral. Every part of him wanted to reach out for her.
Thank God his hands were full.
Luther ignored the random thoughts and kept going. The very secret and very illegal ammunition needed not to be out in the open where any tourist could pop the crate open and find the giant JHPs Adrian ordered by the crate.
If his buddies could see him now, hiding illegal ammunition on his smuggling boat.
He set the crate on the stairs by the wheelhouse and a pang of regret weaseled its way across his chest. Fuck it. He thought he’d killed all that long ago.
Steps behind him caught his attention and Luther whirled around. The pixie girl had one of the red stamp crates in her hands and followed him like a puppy. Anger rose up, climbing from the pit of his stomach, all the way into his throat.
Luther grabbed the crate out of her hands. “I told you not to touch anything.”
“No, you didn’t.” She narrowed those pretty eyes at him. “You said to get off your boat, when I wasn’t even on it.”
“Well, don’t fucking touch anything.” He ground his teeth and set the last red stamp crate on top of the other.
“I’m not going away just because you’re an asshole to me.”
When Luther turned back around, he found her standing with her legs wide, arms crossed, and face all hard lines. She was pissed? Hell, he was pissed.
“Yes, you are going away.”
She shook her head and anchored herself to the side of the boat. “Look. I need your help.”
In spite of himself, he barked out a laugh. “You can’t have it.”
“I’m not kidding.” She reached in front of him, putting her arm through the path of his exit. “And you’re going to help me.”
He stepped, toe-to-toe with her, and something warm coursed through his body like wildfire eating through a prairie hillside. With a little shake of his head, he studied the planes of her face. Where the hell did she get off ordering him around?
But when he opened his mouth to say those exact words, his throat was dry and his air was stuck, and he couldn’t move his tongue. He just stood there, like a jackass, flapping his jaw wordlessly.
“You’re going to help me,” she repeated, “because you’re a good guy.”
Even the burning thing that seemed to have set his body on fire couldn’t shield him from the lance to the heart with those words.
He took a step forward and, almost to get out of his way, she stepped backward. But Luther kept advancing on her, driving her back until her progress was stopped by the wall of the wheelhouse. He put a hand on either side of her head and leaned in to her face with menace in his heart.
“You don’t know me,” he growled against the stab of those words. “I am not a good guy.”
In a strange, almost ethereal movement, her small hand snaked onto his cheek. The contact of her skin ignited the wildfire inside once again, and he had to catch his breath to steel himself against.
“You are a good guy, Luther.” Her eyebrows knit close together, giving her eyes a sadness that assaulted him. “You don’t know what I know.”
He shook his head and gripped her wrist hard, making her wince. He wanted to push her away, he wanted to throw her off the boat, he wanted to punch something. But the air between them was on fire, and something big and heavy pushed him into her when he wanted nothing more than to run off the edge of the boat and jump in the water and swim until his body gave out…just to get away from whatever had lit between them.
Luther tried to push her way, but his body wouldn’t do it. Fear gripped him hard by the throat and squeezed.
This woman was dangerous. He needed to get away from her. Now.
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Other Moonbound Books
Book 1: The Werewolf Cowboy
Book 2: The Werewolf Bodyguard
Book 3: The Werewolf Ranger
Book 4: Chasing a Wolf
Book 5: Seducing a Wolf
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Book 6: Saving a Wolf
Book 7: Broken Wolf
Book 8: Hunted Wolf
Book 9: Forgotten Wolf
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Krystal Shannan
Krystal Shannan, also known as Emma Roman, lives in a sprawling ranch style home with her husband, daughter, and a pack of rescue Basset Hounds. She is an advocate for the American Society of Autism and shares the experiences and adventures she’s been through with her daughter whenever she can.
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Camryn Rhys
Author of hot historical romance with paranormal elements and co-author of the Moonbound series--a spinoff of the VonBrandt Werewolves from Somewhere, TX.
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