Landon watched carefully as his mother stood from the couch, her hands clasped in front of her and a hesitant smile on her lips.
“Hey, Landon.”
He could hardly believe she was standing in his living room.
Shortly after Landon’s mate had “died” ten years ago, his mother left.
Thank you so much for reading! It makes me really happy to know you are enjoying the Baxter Brothers' adventures.I can't wait to share Laurence's story with you, it is my personal favorite. The third book will be out around the end of November, so stay tuned for Laurence and Eva's crazy adventures! Here's a little sneak peek as to what is coming.Mateo Morales has been missing for two months. He disappeared with no sign left behind, now hints, and no clue as to where he went and why he disappeared. Eva Morales has been searching religiously for her brother. Being a lone wolf, her family is extremely close and they will do anything they can for each other. When all her clues lead to Laurence Baxter, she can't help but follow the breadcrumbs, but what she discovers might be more than what she bargained for.Laurence Baxter is wild, untamed, and spontaneous. He lives the life he wants and does what he w
Landon lowered himself towards the ground and inched closer to the voices floating through the dark. His footsteps were undetectable and subtle as Landon inched through the warehouse, his tennis shoes light against the concrete. He made sure to weave between the metal shipping containers carefully as to not make any noise. He needed evidence and if he got caught, he would lose his chance. Landon’s steps slowed as he came closer to the voices. He slowly ducked behind a large metal container and reached for his phone. Landon quickly turned down the brightness of the screen and pressed the recording button. The red button flashed and started counting to signal it was documenting sound.Landon held his breath and stalked towards the light. The voices picked up their volume as he crept closer to the lit room. The small crack in the door shed a sliver of light along the ground. Landon stopped his approach just before the crack and focused on keepi
“You did what!?” Landon cringed from Levi’s angry voice. He didn’t bother calling his brothers last night after he got home from his disappointing and confusion encounter. Instead, he tended to his wounded side and rested so his body could properly heal. When he woke up with no more pain, Landon rushed to the store and snatched a new phone. He immediately plugged in his brother’s phone numbers, once again feeling foolish for losing his phone.
Brooklyn glanced down at her phone again from inside the laundromat. She was hoping her car would last her a little longer, at least until she had to marry Vincent. Now that didn’t seem like a possibility with the
Hunter reached under her dashboard and she heard a soft ‘pop’ before he rounded the front of her car. He pulled up the hood of the car and rested the heavy piece of metal on a small pole he pulled from under the hood. He then went to his car and did the same.Brooklyn couldn’t tear her eyes from him. She still couldn’t believe he was here.
Landon knew Vincent was giving him directions, but he had a hard time focusing on what he was saying. He had a perfect view of Brooklyn from where he was. She was sitting down in her office, a large window giving him a perfect view of her curvy body. Her light blonde hair was now thrown up in a bun. She had changed her clothes to look more professional and a pair of reading glasses were perched on her perfectly straight nose. Her fingers flew over the keys of the computer and her brow furrowed in concentration as her mind remained focused on the screen in fr
“Brooklyn!” Vincent yanked the office door open as Brooklyn swung her purse over her shoulder. Not for the first time, she was working much later than usual, but because of her late start, she had been behind all morning. Not to mention the delicious distraction that hadn’t left her mind since that morning.
Luckily, Brooklyn knew where she was because she’s driven this way for years. She knew that there was a bed and breakfast down the street that she might be able to squeeze into tonight. It would take even more money, but luckily Brooklyn was hyper-focused on budgeting, so she knew she could afford one night of trouble followed by the tow in the morning. Despite having lived in southern Seattle for years, the mud and constant rain was something she still wasn’t used to.
Thank you so much for reading! It makes me really happy to know you are enjoying the Baxter Brothers' adventures.I can't wait to share Laurence's story with you, it is my personal favorite. The third book will be out around the end of November, so stay tuned for Laurence and Eva's crazy adventures! Here's a little sneak peek as to what is coming.Mateo Morales has been missing for two months. He disappeared with no sign left behind, now hints, and no clue as to where he went and why he disappeared. Eva Morales has been searching religiously for her brother. Being a lone wolf, her family is extremely close and they will do anything they can for each other. When all her clues lead to Laurence Baxter, she can't help but follow the breadcrumbs, but what she discovers might be more than what she bargained for.Laurence Baxter is wild, untamed, and spontaneous. He lives the life he wants and does what he w
Landon watched carefully as his mother stood from the couch, her hands clasped in front of her and a hesitant smile on her lips. “Hey, Landon.” He could hardly believe she was standing in his living room. Shortly after Landon’s mate had “died” ten years ago, his mother left.
Landon growled at the vibration on his nightstand before turning around and pressing ignore on his phone again. He wrapped his arm back around his mate and pressed a single kiss to the back of her neck, loving the feel of her in his arms. “Landon,” Brooklyn muttered in a sleepy voice. Landon placed
Landon felt the wind flow through his matted fur and the crisp mountain air sail around his body as his paws thundered into the ground. Anger fueled him to run faster, to catch his prey. In one swift movement, L
Water consistently slapped against Brooklyn’s feet before pulling the sand she was standing on back into the deep ocean. The salt water was soothing while mixed with the crashing water, making it easy to get lost in its serenity.Brooklyn allowed the serene atmosphere to soothe her. She couldn’t remember much about anything right now and wasn’t even sure where she was, but she found herself succumbing to the calmness of the ocean in front of her.
Landon felt panic grip him as Brooklyn became less responsive. He watched as the bullet slowly started draining her life. Blood bubbled up on her lips as her eyelids started fluttering and Landon felt helpless as he watched, terrified of losing her to another gun. “No, she always ruins everything! She needs to pay for the damage she caused to my family!” Landon finally pulled his
A warm feeling curled her toes at the deep rumble that came from Landon’s chest after her confession. She knew she meant the words, as unbelievable as anyone may find them, even after the short time she had known him. Landon gripped her cheeks between his large palms and brought her head closer, placing a long kiss against her forehead. “Brooklyn, I’ve loved you for ten years.” Broo
Brooklyn could hear Landon’s loud protests as she was suddenly airborne. It didn’t take more than a short moment for her body to splash into the frigid water. Brooklyn instantly gulped in a large breath and closed her eyes as she made contact with the water. Her hands and back stung from the harsh impact of the water. Salt immediately stung her eyes as she cracked them open, but she fought against the sting to take in something that could help her.
“It’s good to see you back, Hunter. How is your brother?” Landon could hardly focus from the unsure feeling rooted in him. He hadn’t heard from Brooklyn since he left. The first place he went to when he came back was her apartment, but he found it empty. Not knowing where else to go, he rushed to the warehouse. He hoped to find some sort of clue or intel of where she could be. He felt he