Wild Nights with a Lone Wolf, Lone Wolf Book One
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(Lone Wolf, Book 1)
Agent Sherri Walker needs a change of scenery. Her former lover nearly tanked her career, forcing her to take a leave of absence. A few drinks and a one-night stand with a sinfully hot stranger look like a great way to take her mind off her troubles, until that stranger’s past lands her in a new world of danger.
Asher Hughes left his outlaw pack but couldn’t ditch the bad blood. A lone wolf who’s always refused to bond, Ash is left wanting more after one night with a beautiful, spirited human. Worse, it puts Sherri in the crosshairs of an old pack enemy, and the only way to save her is to claim her as his own.
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“Lonely” sounded good. “Betrayed” had a better ring. “Fucking pissed…?” Yes. Agent Sherri Walker could sum up her feelings about her sham of a love life and her derailed career pretty damn well using that simple, succinct phrase.
She jerked her carryon from the rental and approached the Nogales Inn and Suites, a bright oasis in the muggy evening. A lingering black mood had her grumbling into her phone with every step. “Of course I’m not harboring bad feelings. I got used, demoted, and dumped in the desert. I’m over the moon ecstatic. Fire up the glitter cannons.”
On the other end, her former partner laughed. “I’m glad to hear you’re keeping a healthy attitude.”
“I don’t know what else to say.” Sherri moved to the side of a lit awning at the hotel entrance while she finished talking. “Everything went FUBAR in ways I couldn’t have even imagined, Lisa. I don’t know how to come up with a bright side.”
“You didn’t get fired.”
Sherri nodded, more to herself than anyone else. A motorcycle rumbled nearby in the lot, aggravating her headache and dividing her focus. “You got me there.” She raised her voice so her friend could still hear.
“I wouldn’t have gotten—”
“Look at who that man was in bed with, both literally and not so literally. You know damn well the chances…”
Sherri let the lecture fade into white noise. She’d heard it before. The way things had turned out, having come out of the whole nightmare alive didn’t feel like a win. Not on a bad day, and today sure hadn’t been good.
The motorcycle rumble closed in, drowning out the conversation. One of those sleek-looking Harleys pulled up with a flame-painted gas tank and an imposing specimen of man sitting astride. The guy appeared to be easily six feet, but it was the broad build that drew her eye. When he swung his leg over the bike and removed his helmet, she noted some I’m-too-sexy-to-shave facial hair, wide lips, and eyes so deep and dark a girl could fall in and get lost.
If a girl were prone to that sort of thing.