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Wolf Masters Book Nine
Hoping to break free of the stifling religious constraints of her parents, Amanda Williams has fled her childhood home in Oklahoma to join her sister in Montana. Things are looking up. She even has a promising job interview using her degree in anthropology. Now she just needs to get out of the apartment more and meet people.
Sawyer Hamilton has reluctantly moved to Montana to take a job as a wildland firefighter. With the exception of one brother, his entire family lives in the area. Every one of his local sibling shares their mate with a member of another family, the Masters. He has put off meeting any of them for long enough. If his destiny lies with one of the two remaining unmated Masters, it’s time he faces his fate.
Logan Masters is working as a hiking guide for his family’s business. He’s aware Sawyer has moved to town, but has avoided meeting him. He doesn’t have to come face to face with Sawyer to know they will inevitably share the same mate. When his younger sister presses the issue, he is forced to accept his destiny. They are fated to spend their lives together, but who is the woman they will share?
Amanda has no idea what she has gotten herself into when she agrees to babysit for her sister’s friend. The unrest she has felt since moving to Montana increases tenfold when she meets the members of the Masters and Bartel-Hamilton families. She has dreamed of two men in her bed for weeks. When she steps in front of them and discovers they are indeed real, she is shocked speechless.
Finding themselves mated to a human female, Logan and Sawyer have mountains to climb. In addition to convincing Amanda of her place between them, they must also confront the latest spirit sightings and solve the challenging mysteries Fate has put in their path.
Genre: Paranormal RomancePurchase link(s): Amazon ARe Smashwords iTunes B&N
Content/Theme(s): Firefighter, Shifters, Ménage (M/F/M), Hiking, Wolves, Contemporary
Release Date: February 4, 2016
Publisher: Hartwood Publishing
Excerpt & More
When the front door shut with a loud slam, Amanda flinched. She needed to gather her wits and find a nice way to get to her car. “Nice to meet you both. Your, um, nieces and nephew were a pleasure to watch.”
“Amanda…” Sawyer began, his voice trailing off.
“Yeah. See, I feel a little strange. Maybe I’m coming down with something. I should really get home.”
“Come here,” Logan said. “Before you fall.”
Now that he mentioned it, her legs were wobbly, and she stood precariously close to the steps leading to the driveway.
Sawyer lurched forward and grabbed her biceps before she stumbled and fell.
“Thanks…” She tipped her head back to meet his gaze. He was so much taller than her own five-feet-four that he hovered over her like a giant.
His expression was serious, his brow furrowed in concentration, and his lips parted. He inhaled long and slow and deep, and then his shoulders slumped as he moaned around the exhale.
If she could have broken contact with him, she would have. His fingers seemed to burn where all ten of them wrapped around her biceps.
He pulled her gently closer and then released her arm with one hand to wrap it around her back and haul her against his chest. At the same time, he buried his face in her hair and breathed in again, as if smelling her.
It was surreal. It couldn’t be happening. She had the eeriest sense of déjà vu, having experienced a moment identical to this one. Except the last time she’d been asleep in her room in her sister’s apartment.
Tonight she was seemingly awake.
Another set of hands landed on her waist from behind, and she realized Logan had approached and circled behind her.
She swayed backward into him.
“Come back and sit down, Amanda. Please,” he whispered into her ear. It was so sensual she swore it seemed as though his lips had actually touched her skin.
In fact, she melted at the feel of his breath wafting across her neck and shoulder. She could so vividly imagine what it would feel like to have his lips on her bare skin as if he’d kissed her a million times. In a way he had, just not when she was awake.
Sawyer eased back and let the hand holding her bicep trail down to grasp her fingers. He gently tugged her hand until she followed his lead back toward the seats. This time he passed the chairs they’d occupied earlier and guided her farther along the front porch until he came to a set of Adirondack chairs. He sat back in one of them, straddling the seat, and pulled her hand until she sat sideways between his legs.
Logan pulled the other lounge chair closer and sat on the edge of it, his knees nearly touching hers.
Amanda tried to figure out what to say next. “Uh…”
“I know it’s weird. And it’s going to take some explaining, but bear with us.”
“This is way more than weird. I feel light-headed. Did you drug me or something?” There. That had to be it.
Now she was scared.
Logan jerked back a few inches. “No. God no. We would never do something like that.”
“Then why do I feel like I’ve been lured into a trap?” She crossed her arms again and rubbed the goose bumps popping up on her skin. Every nerve ending in her body was on alert. She could smell Logan’s aftershave, his deodorant, his soap. God, everything about him was intoxicating. And familiar.
Sawyer leaned forward and set a hand on her lower back. “We would never hurt you.”
“Okay, then what’s happening to me?” She shivered again, and not because of the night air. It might have been chilly outside, but her body was on fire from the inside, burning with the need to get closer to these two men she’d barely met.
Where was Laurie? She’d left her with her brother and his friend. The stars of your dreams. Don’t forget that detail.
“Are you cold?” Logan asked.
“No.” She shook her head. Maybe her skin was cold to the touch, but inside she was so hot she wanted to take her clothes off.
“So, here’s the thing—” Sawyer began.
“You aren’t going to kidnap me or something, are you? Keep me here against my will?”
Logan chuckled. And then he quickly schooled his face when she glared at him. “Sorry. I’m nervous. And you have a vivid imagination. What makes you say that?”
“Well, there are so many of you. It’s like a commune. And so many men. Why can’t you each get your own woman? It’s like you’re all sharing or something. And it’s freaking me out. A lot. And you won’t let me leave…and I wouldn’t be able to drive if I did…and I’m so tired…and I dreamed about you…and I can’t think straight…and I’m rambling…” She pressed her temples with both hands and closed her eyes.
“You dreamed about us?” Sawyer asked.
She nodded, her face lowered toward her lap. “Crazy. I know.”
“More than once?” Logan asked.
“Yeah. Can we not talk about this? It’s weird.” She lifted her gaze.
Logan wrapped his enormous hands around hers at her temples and tugged them away. He stared into her eyes. “It’s not weird. Not for us, anyway. And we’re going to explain everything until it’s not weird for you either.”
She didn’t move. How were they going to explain anything? “Why do you all share women?” She needed answers.
“It’s not on purpose. Trust me. It just happens.”
She frowned at Logan. “What do you mean? That makes no sense.”
Sawyer cleared his throat. “We do what Fate chooses for us. It’s unavoidable.”
“Uh-huh.” She jerked her gaze to Sawyer. “So this is more like a cult, then. Right? Not just a commune, but a religious cult.”
“What? No. Lord.” Sawyer ran a hand through his hair and jerked his gaze toward Logan. “This is so much harder than I’d anticipated.”
“Hey, at least she dreamed about us.” Logan’s mouth lifted on one side in an endearing half grin. He looked back at Amanda and continued. “There are a lot of things you need to know about us, but we aren’t a cult, or any religion really, and this is not a commune. The only people who live in this house are Laurie and her two mates, Corbin and Zach.”
Sawyer continued. “There are several acres of land here that my grandfather left Melinda and Miles. He died before the rest of us met him, but Melinda and Miles divided the land into five sections and gave each of the rest of us a parcel. When all the homes are built, we’ll no longer seem to be on top of each other.”
“How is that not a commune?” It seemed exactly like a commune to her.
“It just isn’t. Trust me. And we don’t share. Anything. Especially not women.” He shivered, his hand pressing into her back with more force until she felt the warmth of his fingers through her thin tank top.
Amanda opened her mouth to protest the obvious, but Logan jumped in and beat her to it. “That didn’t come out quite right. What he means is that we don’t share anyone else’s woman. I know it seems odd to you, and hell, it’s odd to us too for that matter, but for whatever reason only Nature knows, our two families seem to be Fated to merge, and in every instance we have taken a third also.”
“Two men and one woman,” she deadpanned.
“And I suppose you’re going to tell me that your weird mojo woowoo Fate has miraculously chosen me to be your ‘woman.’” She emphasized that last word with sarcasm. Who referred to their wife as “woman?”
“Exactly.” Logan looked proud, as though she’d completely caught on to the game and everything was now resolved.
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