Somewhere in the Lacandon jungle, a few days before Christmas ? Nothing screamed 'Wake up, dumbass!' like regaining consciousness to the fluttery warmth of something breathing moist air into her face. A living, breathing entity, which smelled both earthy and spicy ? covered in tickly fur. In other words, something that didn't belong in the shelter with her. Panic took complete control of her body. Despite knowing it was the middle of the night and pitch black, her eyes flashed open to see the intruder. In retrospect, she perhaps should have feigned slumber, given she now stared into a pair of glowing eyes ? one golden, the other a clear blue. Had she forgotten to note they glared ? probably with murderous intent ? a few paltry inches from her face? Not a good distance when it came to wild animals, especially with no bars to separate them. Should she freak? There's a plan. Scream my face off, get eaten, and become a tiny blurb in the paper. On to option two. Scre
To Kendrick's surprise, his sister Naomi bawled worse than one of her babies at the airport when she came to see him off. Talk about out of character. Even worse? Hers weren't the only tears. Ma cried too, although, hers were thankfully silent. The big shocker? His gruff father showed a hint of moisture, which he of course blamed on nonexistent dust. Weight shifting from one foot to the other, Kendrick wondered how to escape the waterworks. "Geez, guys, it's not like I haven't gone away before." "But never so far," sniffled his sister. "And where there's so much danger." Good grief. Who took his snarky sister and left this emotional mess in her place? Sure, Kendrick appreciated the break from her acerbic tongue and strong-for-a-girl fist, but still ? The Naomi he knew didn't cry because her brother went on a trip. She celebrated because she got more of Mom's cooking to take home as leftovers. "I'll bring you back a present?" He asked this hopefully. Ow. He'd tak
I'd give anything to feel cool again. Ruth fanned herself and wondered, not for the first time, what the heck she was doing traveling thousands of miles from home. Her family warned her not to go, her mother pleading with her to stay so she wouldn't lose another child. The authorities cautioned against it as well, but with her sister Carlie missing in the jungle and no clear answers from the people investigating, she couldn't sit still. So on a plane she hopped, traveling way out of her comfort zone, with her nerves strung taut, hoping that somehow, someway she might make a difference. Forget making a difference. I'm more likely to faint from dehydration. Not a breeze stirred the humid and heavy air at the airport, and the stench of hundreds of bodies ? sweat and perfume blending with the aroma of cooking food ? made her wish for the crisp cleanness of her garden at home. My oasis. People often joked they possessed a green thumb, but Ruth possessed more than that, or so pe
Haven't I had my share of bad luck yet? "What do you mean the group started without us?" Kendrick growled, not that the wizened old man before him seemed to care. "You were late. They left." Gnarly shoulders shrugged. "Because the bus from the airport got a flat." "Still late." "But I'm supposed to lead the damned expedition." "Then you should have set a better example and arrived on time," the old geezer announced all too smugly. "Well that's just freakn' great." And getting mad at the guide, the only other one available, unfortunately, wouldn't change a damned thing. It seemed things went downhill the moment after they stepped on the plane. Or as Joel joked, they must have offended Lady Luck because since their departure, they'd encountered nothing but problem after problem, which translated into delay after delay. It began with turbulence midflight. Forget joining the mile high club, despite the overt invitation from the cute fli
Oh. My. God. Yup, that about summed up the hotness level of the two guys who stepped from the jungle. Ruth had thought the current men she traveled with a good-looking lot ? Liam with his blond, Ken-doll appearance, Peter with his cocoa skin and beautiful smile, and the all too suave Fernando, his Hispanic heritage evident in his accent and flirtatious dark eyes. But these two guys? Damn! Hot freakn' damn. It wasn't a pretty boy cuteness that rendered them so appealing, though, but rather their innate ruggedness. From their short haircuts, almost military in style, to their square, bristled jaws, wide, superbly-wide shoulders, and perfect height, these two guys oozed testosterone. Confidence. Swagger. Hot, I-am-the-man, stuff. In other words, all the things that totally turned her on. Sometimes she hated her hormones. Why did she always find herself attracted to the impossible to attain type? So unfair, given her attraction was rarely returned. At six-foot-one,
In the silence following her words, Kendrick could have heard his brother Stu fart from thousands of miles away. "A map?" Kendrick said. "What the hell are you talking about?" Cheeks pink, her gaze finally not challenging him, the Amazon-sized blonde ? with the most amazing scent ? dug a hand in the front pocket of her pants. "Hold on. It's not in that one. Let me try this one." She muttered to herself as she rummaged through her many partitions. Kendrick almost offered to pat her down, not to help but because his hands itched to touch her. Not a good idea. He tucked them behind his back as he watched her yank various odds and ends from her pockets before she finally pulled a Ziploc bag forth with a sheepish grin. "Got it." "Got what? Start explaining." "Not long after I got here, a package arrived at my hotel, addressed to me." She waved the plastic bag. "Inside was a note, bus tickets, directions to the last village, and a map." "What note?" The more she
We'll see about that indeed. Ruth watched Kendrick stalk off and whip out a satellite phone. Darn it all. Did everyone have one but her? Although, who would she call? Carlie wasn't anywhere near a phone and she didn't need to listen to her mother's sobs. A heavy sigh escaped her as she sat down on a rock. "What's he doing?" Ruth asked Fernando who stuck close by. "Calling our boss, who will tell him the same thing he told Liam, that you're going. So don't worry your pretty little head." "Only would a gang of giants think to call me little," she muttered. Seeing Kendrick stalk back, a not so happy expression on his face, she braced herself for his ire. "You can't kill me. There're witnesses." Her quip fell flat. "I don't suppose you've changed your mind?" She shook her head. "Stubborn wench! Of all the stupid, ill thought, dangerous-" "But necessary," she interjected. "Did you hear the stupid part?" he yelled. "Better dumb than worri
I need a life. Or at least sex. Something to quell his ridiculous hard-on. Wandering back to Kendrick, Joel's mind spun, and not because of their mission. A scent, her scent, clung to him. The touch of her skin when he'd grabbed her arm seared his hand. Holy hell, the human's my mate. Or at least that was the most likely reason as to why his wolf took up howling in his head. A mate. A human. A chubby human. A freakn' Amazon of a woman with the waviest blonde hair, the biggest, bright blue eyes, a perfect handful of tits, rounded hips, and a height that wouldn't give him a damned crick in his neck. God, imagining those thick thighs of hers wrapped around him, squeezing ? Joel tripped over a root and went sprawling. His first thought? Shit. I hope she didn't see that. Wait, why do I care what she thinks? The fact he didn't want to appear foolish in front of her meant nothing. Blame that on the whole testosterone deal. No guy wanted to look inept in front of a gir
Nothing ever felt more right than the first time Derrick sank balls deep into Janine. Unless he counted the second time and then the third. Over and over, he claimed her that night, the next day, all that week as she took some time off work for them to explore their new relationship. And yes, they were in a relationship. She's my mate now. And soon, she'd be his wife. He'd already asked for and received permission from Orson and Janine's mother. A conversation that went along the lines of? "I'm going to marry your daughter." "I get to plan the wedding." "I'll have you cremated if you hurt her." Derrick could already tell they'd fit in well with his family. Snap.*Epilogue An exaggerated groan left Derrick as he heaved Janine out of the car. The sound totally deserved a laser-hot glare. "Are you implying something?" No denying she was a little more rotund these days. He pulled her close, not caring that her big belly got in the way. A smile tugged
With Derrick buried in the bosom of his family, Janine slipped away before the tears blurring her gaze were noticed. Derrick had survived the surgery and seemed about to beat the odds. He would recover, which meant it was time for her to go. Even if I love him. And she did love him. Loved him so much that she couldn't be with him. She knew Derrick thought himself in love with her, that she was his mate. Much as she wanted to believe that, she couldn't. He'd fallen for her only because, at the time, he depended on her. Acting as his therapist meant their close involvement brought them together and imbued him with a false sense of intimacy. I think the intimacy came from you letting him touch you. Acts that shouldn't have happened, and yet, she didn't regret. It made leaving so much harder, but she did it now while she could. Now while he had his family and the promise of a bright future ahead of him. Let him get on with his life. Find a woman to settle dow
The hot satisfaction at having brought down the enemy paled before the panicked realization that Derrick couldn't move. Not a single damned muscle. The cold reality sent his wolf into hiding, pulling back from the dead weight of his body and leaving only human flesh. Flesh that felt nothing but the tips of her fingers on his cheeks as she cradled his head. "Derrick. Oh God, why did you do that?" She hugged his head, and if the moment weren't so dire, he might have enjoyed being buried against her plush tits. But all he could think was, This is the last time. The last time he'd smell her or feel her touch because he'd fucked up majorly in skipping the surgery and now paid the price. Since he didn't expect he'd get another chance, he whispered, "I love you," which only caused her to rock and hug tighter. In a voice thick with tears, she retorted, "This better not be one of those goodbye speeches. You're going to be fine. We'll get you in for that surgery, and ever
Doctor's Pet. She read the title in gleaming silver letters on the back of Derrick's chair as he whipped by with a whoop, well ahead of his brothers in their own colorful chariots. When she'd come across some orderlies watching something out the window, she'd not expected to see the Grayson clan gathered out front, clapping and hollering at the participants in the wheelchair races. It wasn't even just Derrick and his brothers playing. They'd gotten several other patients to join in too. Given the speed at which they raced, a fear for their safety made her want to march out that door and tell them to stop, but an old adage came to mind-boys will be boys. And men would do stupid things that resulted in stitches for, as Stu said upon meeting her, "Shits and giggles." The main surgeon for the rehab center came to stand beside her. "Looks like fun," he noted. "Yes. Dangerous, though," she added. "These men have been to hell and back. Do you really want to
The feel of her on his fingers proved exhilarating, but it couldn't compare to her intoxicating taste. A man parched, Derrick lapped at her, savoring her womanly cream and humming with pure male satisfaction at how she clenched and pushed against him, her body craving more of his touch. He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. Too long he'd craved her. Too long he'd denied the unmistakable truth. Janine is mine. And for this moment at least, he couldn't find the strength to push her away. I'm tired of fighting what I want. Time for a little selfishness. He lapped at her sweet button, feeling it swell at his flicks. He pumped his fingers in and out of the moistness of her sex, loving how she gripped him tight. Her excitement built, reaching a crescendo, and he felt just as coiled as her, poised on the edge. He pistoned his fingers in her as his lips pinched her swollen button. A low cry began to keen from her lips. She smashed a pillow over her face as her body arched
Something woke Janine from a light slumber. She lay in bed, one half of her face squashed against her pillow, listening. Not even the creak of joists shifting broke the heavy silence. Holding her breath a moment longer, she tested the ambiance of the room. Is anyone here? Am I alone? Her senses craned, seeking that sense of vitality that only another person could emit. She sought another presence, a reason for waking, and felt nothing. She exhaled with relief. No bogeyman tonight. For those who might mock her, she had no problem admitting a fear of the dark, especially the particular shade it achieved in the middle of the night. Dark deeds often happened under night's shadow. And sometimes a little girl wakes and opens her eyes to see bloodshot ones staring right at her. The shriek she uttered proved piercing. The scarier thing? Daddy screamed at an even higher pitch. But that had happened a long time ago. Only the one time, but it left an impression. She'
The tingling awareness of her presence faded as Janine moved from the doorway of the game room. He'd known she watched him. Felt her eyes on him the moment she appeared and missed her gaze when she left. It took him gripping the wheels of his chair not to chase after her. Having her out of his line of sight didn't sit well, and not just because of all the people roaming around. Earlier, when they'd first arrived, he'd also hated sending her off into the kitchen with her mother. Then again, it was probably a good thing Red didn't stay because the first thing Derrick tried to do was get her out of his life. "I want a new shrink." On his way to a bar, fetching a drink of something with a fiery kick, Orson paused. "Is there a problem with my daughter?" "No." "Then why the request?" The council member uncorked a decanter and poured some amber liquid into glasses. He handed one to Derrick before taking a seat on the couch. "Do you want her removed because she's
Despite the mishap in locating Derrick-I really thought I'd have to hunt him down and force him-the road trip passed rather peacefully. Despite the sexual tension between them, there was also a genuine like for one another, and when he wasn't barbing her or trying to push Janine away, they could have the most interesting conversations. It passed the long trip. While Derrick started out driving, the highway part of the route being the longest, she took over once they hit an exit. She made sure to give him a pit stop so he could use a washroom, and she said not a word about the fact that he took a few minutes longer than other people to do his business and glared at those who dared to complain outside the locked door. As she took the familiar twists and turns to her parents' house, she couldn't help a touch of anxiousness. How would her stepdad react? With her, Orson was the most lovable teddy bear a girl could ask for, but with anyone he thought threatened her? Poor Jeremy w
Red stalked into his room, swinging the door open in a familiarity that apparently didn't see a need to knock. "Derrick, we need to-Uh. Oh." Her outburst ended on a gasp. Probably because she got more of a glimpse than she expected Splayed on top of covers still drawn tight, one hundred percent naked, and bound-the height of emasculation-he glared. "Were you raised in a barn?" Something his mother used to accuse him of when he lacked manners. His Aunt Joni took great offense at that expression and claimed it was those raised as ci-diots that were the problem with morality nowadays. A shame they feuded for years on end. Aunt Joni's pie was worth the occasional brawl between sisters. Janine's head ducked. He could only imagine the pinkness of her expressive cheeks. "Sorry. I didn't think. I'll come back later when you're not so, um, er, tied up," she stammered. The things she could do to me right now? For a moment, he almost imagined a spark, enough that he said t