Enjoy the following excerpt for Wolf Slayer:
Even though she’d grown up almost completely isolated and totally devoted to training, Aubrey hadn’t been without amenities most modern families had. She knew who Riot was. She even kinda liked their music. Hard, loud, dirty. Many of their songs were on her training playlist. It was the right kind of music for a little beast ass-kicking.
It all seemed too good to be true and as her dad always said, if it was looked too good, then it probably was. She’d accepted the job, of course. The pay was outstanding, but her instincts were on high alert.
Standing on the outside of the door to the world’s biggest mansion—or at least, the biggest she’d ever seen—she couldn’t help but feel like she might be getting in over her head. Wolves were one thing, but screaming, groping, obsessed fans were something Aubrey had no experience with.
She glanced over her shoulder, where she could still hear the murmurs of those panting, sex-starved women. The ones who had clawed and banged at the limo she’d been transported in, even pressing their boobs up against the tinted window. She was certain she could detect real from fake like an expert at this point. Ugh. Way too much flesh on display. The experience had been like nothing she’d ever seen before and she had to wonder what would possess a woman to throw herself at a man like that.
The sound of their disappointment, the shrieks and screams when the gate closed them all out…yeah, she was gonna need to hire a team of huge, capable men, just to keep the crowds under control. She was good at killing, lethal expertise, not so much with deflecting lusty humans.
She sighed, shifted the shoulder strap of her bow case, adjusted the 9mm holstered at her hip, then ran her fingers through her hair. “They’re just humans, you can handle this.” Despite the fact that she had lied on her resume, she did know a thing or two about protection and there was only one wife she had to keep an eye on. No problem.
The door finally swung open and there was Dave, dressed in his tailored suit with his blond hair slicked back. Just as he’d looked when he interviewed her. The epitome of band manager. “Aubrey, welcome.”
He extended his hand as if to take the bow case from her shoulder. She shook her head, leaned down and picked up her suitcase. “I’ve got it, thanks.”
Dave took a step back, motioning her in. “The band is all here.”
And there they were—impossibly huge, outstanding specimens of downright drop dead gorgeous bad boys. The lot of them waltzing into the foyer to greet her. A shiver licked down her spine as she glanced from one man to the next. Dangerous was the first word that jumped into her head, although she couldn’t exactly say why. She scanned the men again. They were all there except for…
“I’m Mayhem.” Piercing blue eyes, long black hair, body made for licking. Mayhem, stepped forward and extended a hand.
Aubrey took it without hesitation. This was the band’s front man, no mistaking his legendary looks. She’d gazed at his picture on the internet many a night over the years.
“Raven.” Mayhem nodded to his right as he released her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Aubrey.”
This one was pierced and tattooed, not really her thing but she could appreciate a handsome man when she saw one and she had a lot of respect for Raven’s ability to melt her with his riffs. He was a talented musician.
“Dyami,” Blond and shaggy, the drummer oozed naughty with that smile.
The last band member stepped into the hallway and walked toward her, his eyes locked on hers, a look so intense it literally stopped her next breath.
“Jaylon Black,” she whispered. He had long dark hair, a deep brown bordering on black and so silky to the eye that she was desperate to run her fingers through it. He was native, his beautiful dark skin, those mesmerizing cocoa eyes… Deadly, sensual, fuckable…
Okay, get a grip you perv.
“You’ve heard of me, then?” He didn’t crack a smile and didn’t offer a hand to shake.
Aubrey felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She must have said that louder than she thought.
When she’s in heat, there’s no cooling down…
Taming the Lion
? 2014 Vivi Andrews
Lone Pine Pride, Book 2
Wilderness guide and cougar-shifter Patricia “Patch” Fontaine has known the dangers of lone-shifter life since she was ten, when her parents mysteriously vanished. All grown up now, she thrives on her hard-won independence.