Friday, May 23, 2014

Tina's Titillating Teaser - Wolves' Pawn by @pjmaclayne


Wolves' Pawn

 

Wolve's Pawn
 

Blurb:

 

            Dot McKenzie is a lone wolf-shifter on the run, using everything available to her to stay one step ahead of her pursuers. When she is offered a chance for friendship and safety with the Fairwood pack, she accepts.

 

            Gavin Fairwood, reluctant heir for Fairwood pack leadership, is content to let life happen while he waits.  Old longings surface when he appoints himself as Dot’s protector and becomes more than a friend.

 

            Dot goes into hiding again when her presence puts the pack and her new friends at risk. When old enemies threaten the destruction of the Fairwood pack, it will take the combined efforts of Dot and Gavin to save it. But can anything save their love and Dot’s life when she becomes a pawn in a pack leader’s deadly game?

 

Excerpt:

 

            “Thought you might want to change into fresh clothes before we go out for supper,” Gavin said. “Dmitri parked your bike out back where it can’t be seen from the road.” He sat her bags down on the dresser. “If you need anything else, just knock on the door and let us know.”

            “Answers,” Dot muttered softly. She didn’t expect a response, but Gavin nodded.

            “Soon,” he told her. “Food first, and then you’ll get your answers. We may not have all of them, but hopefully we can clear up a few things for you.”

            The other man pushed around him and held out his hand. “I’m Dmitri Gromav, by the way. I apologize for Gavin’s lack of social skills, but I’m his best friend and I’m used to it. I like your bike. She has a few new scratches on her, but I think I can buff them out.”

            She studied him closely as she shook his hand. He was not as tall as Gavin, or as broad shouldered, but still muscular. His eyes had the same yellowish tint as his friend’s. His hair was as black as hers and long enough to touch his collar. She’d remembered to put her contacts back in, hadn’t she? She saw dried blood on Dmitri’s cheek. “I’m sorry if you got hurt on my account.”

            “This? This will heal up in a few days,” he reassured her, touching his cheek and laughing. “Until then, it’s a reminder to duck when going under low branches. Your helmet was too small for me.”

            Gavin coughed. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m hungry. We’ll get out of here so you can change, Dot.” He paused at the doorway. “You’re not a captive. You are free to leave any time you want.” He nodded towards the exterior door. “Nothing and no one will stop you from going. But I hope you will stay long enough for us to explain things.”

            Dot made sure both doors were locked before she pulled fresh clothes out of her saddlebags. While she was at it, she did a quick check of their contents. Everything seemed to be there, including the banker’s bag that held her remaining cash. Dmitri had put the keys to her bike on the dresser next to her helmet. She dressed quickly, still uneasy, and ran her comb through her hair. She hesitated as she pulled out fresh socks—her boots were still wet from running through the stream, but she didn’t own a second pair of shoes. They would have to do for now.

            She caught a glimpse of herself in the full-length mirror and sighed. Sometimes she didn’t remember what she looked like without a disguise.  She could make it through supper, get her answers, and if she needed to, disappear in the morning. She couldn’t trust anyone, she reminded herself, and hadn’t trusted anyone since the first time she shifted.

            So why did she want to trust these two men so badly?

 

 


 

Author Bio: P.J. MacLayne is a computer geek by day and a writer by night. She grew up among the rolling hills of Pennsylvania where she sets much of her writing, but currently makes her home in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains.

 


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