Throwback Thursday!

Coyote Games

Series: S.O.S. (Special Outreach Services)

 Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Action-Adventure, Suspense, Romance

Shapeshifters, Men and Women in Uniforms

Author: Anne Kane

http://www.AnneKane.com

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BLURB:

There’s coyote trouble in the canyon. One coyote, to be specific. A male. He’s been creating havoc in the small rural community of Pine Valley — enough havoc it’s time to call in the Feds.

The S.O.S, U.S. Dept. of Fish and Wildlife, Special Outreach Services Division, investigates crimes involving shifters. Special Agent Kinsey is the absolute expert on coyote shifters. Because she is one. And Greg expects nothing less than the very best.

Life is about to get interesting in Pine Valley…

 

EXCERPT:

 She tried to resist. Really. She did. But then he lowered his head to envelop her mouth with his lips, and she was lost. He tasted like sin and sex and a wild romp in the woods on a moonlight night. She could feel the blood pounding in her veins, her inner coyote stirring as it recognized its mate. Oh yeah. She wanted him, wanted him now and forever in that sappy stupid way you read about in women’s magazine quizzes.

She quit fighting his hold on her, and opened her mouth, inviting him to ravish her. He took instant advantage, devouring her lips with a fierce intensity that left her knees weak.

He’d always been able to do that, to walk into her personal space and make her melt. Well, this time it was going to be different. Sure, she wanted him, but that didn’t mean she had to give her very self up to him. It just meant she wanted to screw him, use him to satisfy her baser animal urges.

A tiny part of her mind objected, tried to tell her this was a bad idea, that she’d regret it, but she closed that voice firmly away in a compartment where she could ignore it. She was going to use Greg to satisfy her own carnal desires, and haul him back to D.C. to face Frederick’s wrath. Ex-operatives were not supposed to go out and cause problems in the human world.

This time she’d be the one to claim she was only doing her job, nothing personal. His hand brushed the sensitive skin just above the first button on her uniform, and she stopped thinking altogether.

 

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