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Hood - Pack Trust

The Pack Series: Book 5

Author(s): Carys Weldon

Hood, a brilliant bio-geneticist, is more than brains and sex appeal in great garou glory. He's the front man for Lobos International, even does their commercials. He's also the equivalent of the werewolf Godfather. He keeps his friends close and his enemies closer.
 
Giselle knows he keeps her close because he doesn't trust her, and she laps that up.
 
There's more than one secret between them.

Excerpt


Closing my eyes briefly, I struggle for composure, steel myself for the next attack. Oh, he doesn't full frontal you. He's way too smooth for that. Testing me. Seeing what I'll do for him. Pushing me to the limit.
I want to rip his throat out.
Every step he takes, I have to inhale. Breathe, girl. Don't let him know what he does to you.
Stretching my neck a little, I spare a glance in his direction. Damn. Even to my tired eyes, he looks hot. All I can manage is, “Hood. Nice of you to drop by,” but I'm thinking how much I hate him. I mean, he knows I've been waiting for him.
For two freaking days.
He's too calculating, knows which of my buttons to push. Slipping up behind me, he puts his hands on my shoulders and starts to massage. That stiffens my back, and my resolve to resist.
“Relax.” His voice is velvet, coaxing and his fingers, they're just--heaven. “Any luck?”
“No.” I can't think when he's near me. The only thing that goes through my brain is, how can I get him to fall in love with me? Trust me? Want me for more than a romp?
The hands dig deeper, forcing the tension from my muscles. It's all I can do not to melt under his touch. And he's just warming up.
Yeah. We sleep together. His familiarity gives it away, doesn't it? He expects it. I never turn him down. I'm all in, but he doesn't get it.
I wish I knew what he thought.
Click. Click. Click. Page down. Keep working. Don't let him distract you.
I want to ask where he's been. I'm pretty sure he went to Pack City-the wolf reserve we set up in North America. P.C. is what we call it, not the name the public uses for it. Can't divulge that. It's a neutral zone for werewolves to heal up, find asylum. I won't go into the politics, but suffice it to say that Jack pulled a big fucking no-no when he stole Fera out of there. He's got the whole damn pack of garou, the whole pack, up in arms. I know they're gearing up to hunt him down. That's why I've got to find them first. They're gonna climb off an airplane or a boat somewhere and face a frigging death squad.
I'm not just looking out for their lives. I have other reasons why I need to be the one to find them first. Not to mention Hood would reward me big time for that.
That thought literally makes me wet.
Who's purring? Me? Or him? I swear he can smell every change in my body chemistry. Gotta distract him. He doesn't talk a lot, actually. A man of action. One of those guys who carries silence around like a gun, so you end up running your mouth, telling him everything you know? That's the big grip a girl has to learn. How to play poker with a straight face.
Getting him to talk is a trick in itself. So, conversation--
“Ah, man, you can keep that up all night.” It came out on a sigh, I know, but I can't help it. He's doing magic on me. It was the best I could come up with.
Never stopping, he leans to my ear and kisses just below it, pausing to inhale right before he does it. That's the wolf in him. Always gotta appreciate. How sexy is that?

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ISBN (Electronic): 978-1-60180-051-0
Genre: Paranormal
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Publisher: Mojocastle Press

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