Savage Betrayal

Someone wants her. And someone else wants her...dead.

Savage , Book 2

If life as a not-fully-human has taught Agent Grace Masterson anything, it's that she'll never again be anyone's sitting duck. Whoever is deftly evading the traps around her remote sanctuary outside Seattle, she intends to shove his easily sensed self-confidence way, way up where the sun don't shine.

When she comes face to face--and body to body--with Darrius Hilliard, relief and lingering guilt over past choices weaken her knees. Plus something bad. Really bad. A surprising, intense desire for her fellow agent.

Darrius knows what Grace needs, and it's not the kid-glove treatment. If she's ever to overcome her past trauma and return to full active duty status with the P.I.A, she needs a strong shoulder. Yet he's shocked at how quickly he's become physically and emotionally entwined with her.

Fighting their growing attraction to one another becomes secondary, though, when it becomes clear that someone not only isn't thrilled at Grace's return, they want her gone. Maybe even dead...

This book contains an alpha male who likes to take control, federal agents that can be a little primal, sex that's steaming, lives at risk, and nearly orgasmic maple bars.

EXCERPT

She stopped trying to pull away and let out a growl of fury, going toe to toe with him now. She was several inches shorter than him, but she could intimidate the hell out of most people.

But instead of intimidating him, the anger and passion in her gaze lit a spark to the embers inside him. Made what little control he'd had when he arrived, snap.

"I am not part of your problem. If for some reason Little Hilliard didn't want to get up and play, they have convenient blue pills for that. So why don't you go bum one off your dad and hightail it back to the bar and finish where you left off with your blonde friend?"

Hilliard stared at her for a moment, letting the words sink in with disbelief. And then he laughed.

"You think I..." He shook his head and laughed harder, but it wasn't really driven by amusement. More so frustration. "I didn't sleep with the woman, because I couldn't even kiss her without thinking about you."

That shut her up. Grace sucked in a breath and she seemed at a loss to say.

"But I tried." His jaw flexed. "Because wanting you is a damn inconvenience, Masterson."

Again she didn't say anything, but he didn't miss the dilation of her pupils or the way her breath quickened.

He released her arm and used both hands to push back her hair over her shoulders before cupping her face. "I'm tired of running from this. So why bother trying anymore?"

Realization flickered in her eyes. "Hilliard, don't you dare."

Too fucking late. The wolf inside him had taken over the reins and was playing the game his way now.

He pulled her hard against him and covered her mouth with his. Expecting her knee in his crotch, he was shocked when instead her fingers curled into his shirt and she tugged him closer. She wasn't fighting him, but again matching him with everything she had.