Throwback Thursday! Mercenaries – the boxed set is a Futuristic romance with a ton of action and adventure.

Kaeden and his band of mercenaries will do whatever it takes to keep the women they love safe!

2604Author: Anne Kane

Cover Art: Bryan Keller

BIN: 08444-02728

Genres: Action AdventureFuturisticRomanceSci-Fi

Themes: InterracialMen and Women in Uniform

Series: Mercenaries (#6)

Book Length: Box Set

Page Count: 197

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Kaeden and his band of mercenaries will do whatever it takes to keep the women they love safe!

Private Skirmish: What do you do when the woman you love is up for auction? Make sure you’re the highest bidder! Kaeden and his band of mercenaries will do whatever it takes to reunite Dee and her little sister and keep them safe.

Running Scared: Jackson knows what it’s like to lose your entire family in one bloody instant. When he vows to help the irresistibly sexy Saralyn find her brother, the team engages in a search that takes them into the heart of the corrupt government.

Riding Shotgun: Shotgun falls hard from Kalie the first time he meets her. Kalie’s a genetic experiment who was never supposed to get out of the lab. She makes a living on the underground street racing circuit, but lately accidents keep plaguing her car. With the help of his mercenary buddies, Shotgun’s determined keep his woman safe.

Winter’s Quest: Winter remembers all about the insanity of life as a lab rat, but what she doesn’t know is how she got there. Trace isn’t sure why Winter is so hung up on her past but if she plans on chasing all over the nine provinces looking for answers it’s up to him to make sure she stays safe. And, while they’re spending all that quality time together, maybe he can convince her that he’s more than just a convenient sex partner.

Snake Eyes: Wren has the hots for Snake, but he can’t seem to see her as anything other than his sargent’s kid sister. When she sees him sneak out, she follows, determined to finally make him see her as the mature, sexy woman she is. Unfortunately, she manages to get herself captured and Snake is forced to come to her rescue.

Publisher’s Note: Mercenaries (Print)contains the previously published e-book novellas Private Skirmish, Running Scared, Riding Shotgun, Winter’s Quest, and Snake Eyes


Night Owl Reviews Top Pick “The sex is incredibly erotic but never loses sight of the emotions that rule the couple. Fast paced action and an inventive plot round out this exciting read. It’s just the right length for a rainy afternoon. Can’t wait for the next.”

 

— 4.5 Stars from Emma, Night Owl Reviews

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Love shifters, werewolves, and hot guys?

Genres: Box SetsDark FantasyNew ReleasesParanormalRomanceUrban Fantasy

Themes: Bisexual and MoreElves, Dragons & Magical Creatures2GayInterracialShapeshiftersVampires

Series: A Pack of His Own (#1)

Multiverse: Searchlight (#1)

Book Length: Novella

Page Count: 518

Price: $5.99  $4.79

A psychic vampire, werewolves, and war with TruWolves terrorists – how can they find time for love?

Hunter’s Claim: Luis Delgado, psychic vampire, can deal with lust. That’s one of the fun parts of being a psychic vampire. What he can’t handle is falling in love with the half wolf who wants nothing to do with him.

Almost nothing. Charlie can’t resist the sex. But Charlie has become alpha of an eros pack, whom he must protect at all costs, and the TruWolves terrorist group wants to destroy everyone who supports peace between the straight and LGBT wolves. How can there be time for love?

Tracker’s Fate: Ethan is afraid his job as a tracker — execution chief among his duties — will keep other wolves away and cripple his soul. Jeremy wants children. He is not bisexual, though, and can’t imagine seeking out a female wolf just to have pups.

When these two are thrown into a murder mystery where the bystanders are not so innocent, can Ethan and Jeremy find their way to true love?

 

EXCERPT:

August in Tampa, Florida, shouldn’t exist in a universe with sane physical laws. August in the dry heat of the Southwest made sense. The widely variable season that passed for summer in the far Northeast was to be expected. But the 100 percent humidity on top of 105-degree temperatures of Tampa were suited only for Spain and its neighbors. The countries where Luis Ramón Delgado’s family had come from.

Well, most of his family. His closest family — mother, brother, two aunts, and half a dozen cousins — came from Puerto Rico. They were the black sheep of the Delgado clan. His father had been the same up until the bastard had left his wife and married a proper Spanish psychic vampire.

Puerto Rico was hot and sticky like the west coast of Florida. But at least Luis’s island home possessed merciful breezes.

Yes, he thought as he leaned against the alley wall and listened to the psychic world around him. But in Florida it rains almost every afternoon. I simply detest oppressive heat, and I would be as miserable at home as I am here.

Not that he was exactly miserable. Atrocious weather aside, Florida in general — and her cities in particular — gave birth to a continual supply of food. All he had to do when hungry was walk out his apartment door, turn left, wander about six blocks, and misery would surround him.

Luis moved behind a Dumpster as two teenage kids stalked past. He was hungry now, and their postures bespoke a feast of negativity and self-aggrandizement. But…

Yes. But. He was on duty. And while it might be twenty minutes or more before Ethan returned with a report on the location of the TruWolves terrorist cell, Luis must be ready in case his tracker partner arrived early. Ethan Warner wouldn’t turn him in for unauthorized feeding, but neither did Luis want to put the werewolf in that uncomfortable position unless there was no other choice.

He stepped away from the Dumpster and looked both ways in the alley for Ethan’s wolf form. Another downside to Tampa in August — at least this August; he couldn’t say he’d particularly noticed before — was its lack of wolf-scent-carrying wind. Just a whisper of Ethan’s location would do.

Had his tracker partner been gone too long?

As had happened during the past year or so, fears of Ethan being captured by Gary Gavin, the founder and matriarch of the TruWolves, tried to scramble Luis’s thoughts. And as he had a hundred times before, he set the fear aside, grasping at a bit of amusing contradiction to ease his troubled mind.

Gary Gavin. Gigi to some, and matriarch to me, isn’t male. Or female. Sai is a different gender. He wasn’t tempted to laugh because sai, when used by transgender werewolves, was the loose equivalent of the human term “intersex.” To Luis’s way of thinking, everyone had a right to declare their gender and/or sexual orientation as they saw fit. No, he was amused by the word sai itself, the transwolf term for “gender neutral” or “my gender’s none of your fucking nevermind,” because it reminded him of a Japanese word that could be loosely translated to “dagger.” And also because Ethan, whom Luis knew to be a Japanese werewolf, had used the comparison between the two words to teach Luis. That was Ethan’s way: show by something memorable so the lesson wouldn’t need to be retaught.

Here came another kid, maybe early twenties this time, bopping down the sidewalk like he hadn’t a care in the world. Hands in his pockets and gawking up at the nighttime sky as though he saw the stars despite Tampa’s downtown lights. Luis purposely turned away. The kid had greasy hair and tattered sneakers. And didn’t seem to give a shit. He would make the perfect victim for a quick feeding if Luis stared too long.

“You got a dollar?” the kid asked. His question was accompanied by the brief flicker of a streetlight on metal.

Luis considered the knife the kid held. The tip of the blade was less than a foot from Luis’s chest. What am I supposed to do when they start walking into my clutches? He smiled, lips closed. “Sure.” He pulled his wallet from his back pocket. With the guy’s full attention on the bit of empty leather, Luis slipped into the young man’s open mind.

You don’t want to mug me, he sent. Then he laughed. That line reminded him of a movie he’d seen recently. He followed it up. You want to go to the local employment office in the morning and rethink your career choice.

The kid nodded.

Luis tucked his wallet away and took the knife from the human’s slackened grip. Before you go, you want to feed me.

The youth nodded again.

Lean against the wall. And relax. This won’t hurt. Luis allowed the young human’s physically well-hidden determination and fear to cascade into his mind. He consumed them like meat and potatoes.

He dipped back in and found little in the way of other aggression. What brought you to this crossroads, kid? He kept the thought to himself. With a sigh, he gave back a little of the energy he’d taken in the form of calm reassurance. You’ve already done something better with your life. Go find out what it is.

The youth nodded again. Smiled. Then he turned away.

He looks like my baby cousin. Sighing, Luis pulled six folded bills out of the hidden pocket in his jeans. Hey, kid. Hold up. He pushed the hundred dollars into the young man’s hand. Go on. Hide that, and go get your future.

He meant to watch until the kid disappeared, but his ears brought him news. Apparently Ethan had taken his advice and sheltered his mind well. There was the sound of clicking nails on concrete.

His tracker partner appeared less than ten seconds later. Luis watched him hesitate at the other end of the alley. Then Ethan, in wolf form, padded to where Luis stood, and sat beside him.

“You stink of magic,” Luis said.

Ethan whimpered.

Luis scanned the immediate vicinity. No other humans had noticed them as of yet. “I wish you could talk or communicate some other way when you’re like this.” He nudged a pile of clothes out from under a fall of mostly clean newspaper. “Can you change?”

He glanced down into Ethan’s inscrutable dark eyes. Was the werewolf laughing at him?

Luis looked away the instant Ethan started shifting to the human guise he wore most of the time. Not because he hadn’t seen his tracker partner naked before, and not out of any sense of shame or propriety, but because they didn’t need to be found out at such a delicate moment. SearchLight provided its trackers with ways to redirect human senses, but that was no excuse for carelessness.

Especially so close to a potential terrorist hive. Lair. Whatever werewolves called their sanctuaries.

“The den’s empty,” Ethan said from a place behind and below Luis’s left elbow. The rustle of cloth accompanied his words. “I don’t think it’s been so for more than a week. Maybe only forty-eight hours.”

“Did the TruWolves know we were coming?” That argued for a leak within SearchLight’s Tampa-based offices, a powerful precog werewolf among the terrorists, or a telepathic werewolf with strength the likes of which Luis hadn’t seen since his days in Professor Charlie McLaughlin’s classes at SearchLight Academy.

Charlie. He closed his eyes and breathed. It shouldn’t feel this fresh close to five months later, especially not when all Luis had hoped for was a single interplay of bodies.

“That’s my thought also,” Ethan said.

Luis’s mouth fell open. He conquered the urge to say something along the lines of Why am I still obsessing over him? and dragged his mind back to the conversation they were having. Ethan wasn’t talking about Charlie. He meant the terrorists.

Fully clothed now, Ethan stood beside him. “Do you want to check it out?”

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October is Read a Banned Book month at Changeling Press!

One Hot Fairy TaleUse the promo code ReadABannedBook on any order at Changeling Press now till the end of October and take 15% off your total — as many books as you can fit in your cart!

FUN FACT:

Okay, this book wasn’t actually banned, but the original cover, after eight long years on the market, was banned by KOBO. The cover artist at Changeling Press (Bryan Keller) had to hand paint that lovely little thong you see on the genie in order to make the cover acceptable. On the original cover Rhiannon was not wearing a thong, but KOBO decided it might offend someone (even though her private parts weren’t actually visible) , hence the thong. She looks so much more respectable in a thong! For a look at the original cover, scroll down to the bottom of the post. 🙂

Blurb:

Rhiannon is sick and tired of her job. She wants out. Literally. For the past six hundred years she’s been the Genie in the Lamp. You know the drill. Some dumb human comes along, rubs the lamp, and presto! Rhiannon has to grant them three wishes. She’s tired of humans, and she’s tired of making their dreams come true. She petitions the head of the Council of the Fae to replace her, and she’s ecstatic when her request is granted.

Of course, there’s one teensie little condition. Isn’t there always?

She has to travel to the far reaches of the fairy realm and convince the tooth fairy to go back to work. It seems she isn’t the only who’s tired of her job. And when she finds the elusive fairy, he’s nothing like what she expected. It’s time to turn the tables on the Council of the Fae

EXCERPT:

“You want me to do what?” Rhiannon stared at the representative from the Genie Council. Dressed in bright silk harem pants and a heavily sequined vest, he’d materialized in her cozy little lamp with no warning at all. Of course, she’d been waiting for an answer to her petition since the last full moon so he wasn’t entirely unexpected.

“We want you to find the tooth fairy and convince him to go back to work.” The genie toyed with the cord that held up his harem pants. “Seems he’s gone AWOL, and the humans are starting to notice. If you can do this small task for us, the Council of the Fae may feel inclined to grant your request.”

Rhiannon let out an exasperated sigh. Small task, my ass. “And how am I supposed to find a fairy? I’m a genie. Fairies live in a whole different realm, one I don’t know my way around.”

The representative shrugged. “You’re the one with a petition in front of the Council. You solve this problem for them, and they’re more likely to look favorably on it.”

Rhiannon bit back a curse. That was tantamount to blackmail. Why hadn’t she seen this coming? Actually, she’d expected them to turn her down outright. The last genie in a bottle had to serve the full one thousand years before she’d been reassigned to live happily ever after with some corporal in the U.S. Army. They must be desperate to find the tooth fairy if they were willing to negotiate with her.

“How long do I have to get him to reconsider? It’s a male, right?”

The genie’s mouth twisted in a wry smile. “Yes, he’s male, and you have one week to find him and talk him into returning to work. We can cover his absence for a week, but after that people are going to start noticing. If you fail to convince him, it’s back in the bottle for you.”

Right. Seven days. Let’s not make this an impossible task or anything. “So how long has he been missing?”

The genie raised his wrist, surveying a gaudy cartoon character watch. “Almost two hours now. Time’s a wasting.” He made shooing movements with his hands. “Go on. Go find him and talk some sense into him.”

“Right.” She could do this. Fairies were slight, kind of airy things right? If he refused to cooperate, she’d just threaten to tickle him until he peed his pants. That should bring him around. “So do you have any hints as to where I might find this tooth fairy guy?”

“If we knew that, we wouldn’t need you! We’d go find him ourselves.” The exasperation in the genie’s voice was gratifying. “I’d suggest you hoof it over to the fairy realm and start looking. It’s a big place. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a Cinderella Ball to attend tonight and I need to get my tux dry-cleaned.”

“Fine. I’ll get right on this.” She summoned what she hoped was a convincing smile. “I take it you can see yourself out?”

“Of course. I saw myself in.” With a flourish of his hand, the genie disappeared, a lingering cloud of pale green smoke the only thing to mark his passage.

Rhiannon looked around cautiously, making sure he wasn’t hiding on top of one of the bookshelves or in a corner. Council representatives weren’t the most trustworthy characters. She wouldn’t put it past him to make a show of leaving and then hide somewhere to spy on her.

She checked the last bookshelf. Yup, he was gone. Time to get moving. First, she needed to freshen up her makeup, and put on her lucky pair of black patent leather knee-high boots. She’d find the silly tooth fairy and get him back to work. She had to. Another four hundred years in this damn bottle, and she’d be ready to kill every single member of the Council of the Fae.

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Release Day for Ride ’em Cowboy!

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The wait is over! Ride ’em Cowboy is now available everywhere.

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Blurb:

Fiona really wasn’t in the market for a lover or a partner or some guy to give her a sappy sweet happily ever after. Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. She just wanted a nice one-night stand. She planned to be long gone come breakfast time.

When she saw that gorgeous cowboy ride up on his Harley, she figured it was her lucky day. Bikers don’t do forever, right? Her perfect match! They could tell each other a few lies, scratch each other’s itches and then go their separate ways. The last thing she needed was to hook up with some guy she’d smack headlong into at church the next day.

Simple, right? So how did it all go so very wrong?

.EXCERPT

Wyatt tossed her into the middle of the king-size bed and started to peel off his clothing. Damn. His cock was already hard and ready for her. Either she was the sexiest woman he’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, or his newfound freedom was having a very pleasurable effect on his libido. He skimmed his jeans down over his hips and tossed them aside.

It had been less than an hour since their little tryst in the parking lot. Maybe he should pace himself a bit. He’d never failed to finish the deed, and he had no intention of starting at this late date. Then again, he felt like a million bucks and his cock had definitely risen to the occasion.

He pulled a package of condoms out of his suitcase and placed them within easy reach on the bedside table before he pounced onto the bed and pulled her into his arms.

Fiona melted against him like a knife into butter, a perfect fit. He cradled the back of her head in one hand and took her lips in a kiss that sent a shiver of lust sizzling through his body. Her skin felt incredibly smooth beneath his hands as he impatiently pushed her shirt up and cupped her breasts.

High and firm, the plump globes fit perfectly into his palms. His cock twitched, feeling almost painfully hard, and he struggled to keep himself in control. It didn’t help that her nipples puckered into tight little buds under his hands.

Damn. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this horny.

Fiona broke off the kiss and sat up on the bed. She pulled off those sexy cowboy boots of hers and began to shrug out of her clothing. Peeking out at him from beneath her lashes, she proceeded to toss it aside one item at a time. Kind of like an impromptu striptease with more stripping and less teasing involved.

Watching her deliciously rounded body emerge from the layers of cloth, Wyatt sucked in a deep breath. The parking lot had been dark, and he’d been too busy getting laid to really look at her. The woman was gorgeous. What the hell was she doing cruising dives like that bar for a quick fuck? Then again, who was he to question the ways of a woman? For all he knew, she could have a husband and six kids somewhere waiting for her to finish getting her rocks off.

“Let me help you with that.” His voice was thick with lust as he pushed her hands aside and deftly undid the stubborn zipper on her jeans. She grinned at him as she balanced on her haunches and pushed the denim down over her ankles.

Fully naked now, Fiona licked her lips, focusing her attention on his thick shaft. “Should have guessed you’d be going commando.”

He shrugged. “One less thing to worry about.” He grabbed one of the little foil pouches and sheathed himself. Ready for action.

Fiona reached out and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and a jolt of erotic heat sizzled through him. Letting out a low growl, he pushed her back onto the bed and fastened his mouth on hers.

Damn, she tasted amazing. Like sunlight and laughter and sex all rolled into one. For a moment, he hesitated. She was incredible, a real beauty. He had no idea why she’d decide she wanted him, but deep down inside, he knew she deserved better. Then again, maybe he deserved a night with no regrets.

He nipped at her full bottom lip, then set about exploring her mouth with his tongue. He couldn’t get enough of her, running his hands over her silken skin, and mapping every delightful curve of her ample figure. This time he wanted to do it right and that meant foreplay, making sure she was ready for him before he just rammed himself home. He was lucky she hadn’t taken off after he’d been crass enough to fuck her in the parking lot of a bar.

Fiona shifted restlessly beneath him, and he gave his head a mental shake. She was here, and she obviously wanted him. No point in questioning his luck, just be thankful she’d picked tonight to go cruising.

Lifting his head, he flared his nostrils and took her scent deep inside himself before flicking his tongue across one tightly pebbled nipple. Her shiver of pleasure urged him on, and he settled in to lick and suck at the generous mounds. He could spend the rest of his life worshipping her perfect breasts.

“Wyatt…”

“Mmm?”

“Quit fooling around. I need to feel you inside me.”

He lifted his head to stare down into her eyes. “Are you sure? I’m trying to be a gentleman here, build a mood, work my way up gradually, you know, and it’s not easy.”

She giggled. “I don’t want a gentleman, I want the cowboy I saw riding that mechanical bull, and I want him to fuck me. Now.”

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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

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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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Tex – Dixie Reapers MC # 6

Tex — I made a mistake fifteen years ago, one that could have landed my ass in jail. Instead, ITex Cover Small made a deal. I signed away the rights to a child I’d never see, and then I joined the Army, putting the Dixie Reapers and my life in Alabama firmly in my rearview. But now I’m back, and I can’t help but wonder what happened to my son or daughter. What I discover makes my blood run cold, and I vow to do anything in my power to save the daughter I’ve never met. I just didn’t count on rescuing two damsels, or that the second one would look at me with haunted eyes that would make me do something stupid. I’d vowed to never let another woman f**k me over. I just hope I don’t regret letting Kalani into my home and into my life. She has trouble written all over her.
Kalani — I’ve been locked away my entire life. Hillview Asylum looks presentable enough on the outside, but I know firsthand about the horrors inside those walls. I’d always expected I’d die there, until he came. Not that he was coming for me. I’ve sheltered his daughter, Janessa, as much as possible, and in return I gained her trust and loyalty. I’d have never guessed those two things would save me. Or maybe they didn’t, because now I’m faced with a man who makes me want things I shouldn’t. His club suggested a marriage of convenience, to keep me out of Hillview, but I want more than just his name. I have no doubt this is going to end with my heart shattered at my feet, but he keeps the nightmares away. For the first time in my entire life, I feel safe. Protected. But now I want more… I want to be loved.

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WARNING: Contains strong language, abuse, and other dark elements, as well as explicit sexual content. There is no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed HEA.

A Sneak Peek:

The truck came to a stop just outside a metal gate. It slid open, and the truck pulled through. I didn’t know where we were, and I didn’t care, as long as it wasn’t the asylum. Anything was better than being there. They drove down a winding road and stopped in front of a greenhouse. Flicker got out and opened the back door. Tex held me tight as he stepped out of the truck and began carrying me toward the house. Janessa walked at his side.

“Call the doc,” Tex said. “I think they both need to be checked out.”

My body tensed, and I struggled against him. No, no more doctors. Doctors caused pain. I could feel the panic rising inside me, my heart racing and my lungs feeling like they’d seize at any moment.

“Hey, easy,” Tex crooned at me. “No one’s going to hurt you.”

“Doctors do bad things,” Janessa said softly. “Especially to Kalani.”

Tex looked down at me and gave a slight nod. “All right. No doctors. Not for tonight anyway.”

“Where are you going to put them?” Flicker asked. “Only two of the bedrooms are furnished.”

“Kalani and I can share,” Janessa said.

Tex carried me down a short hall and stepped into a blue bedroom. He eased me down onto the bed, and I winced as pain shot through me again. Janessa moved around to the other side of the bed and crawled in next to me. She stayed close, but not near enough that she’d hurt me.

“You’re safe here,” Tex said. “No one can get into the compound without our permission.”

“Who are you?” I asked.

He smiled a little. “We’re Dixie Reapers, and we take care of our own.”

“But I’m not one of you. I don’t belong to anyone.”

He glanced at his daughter. “She thinks you belong to her, and since she’s mine, I guess that makes you mine too.”

A strange warmth worked its way through me at his words. I’d never been anyone’s before, but as his gaze settled on me again, I decided I didn’t mind being called his. With the bedroom lights on, I could see more details of the men who had rescued us. They were each handsome in their own way, but Tex took my breath away. I’d never considered a man attractive before, not when I knew what they were capable of, but these men had risked their lives to save us. And that made them different.

 

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