Friday, 31 May 2013
Never Underestimate a Wolf is out TODAY!
Tegan's Story is out today!!
Tegan Carter’s been hired as a security guard for the shape-shifter clinic. Harry Harrison’s certain she’s useless. Or a spy. Or both.
Jayden Powell’s convinced Dr. Oscar Thorne would never make such a mistake. Besides, Harry’s a bear. A grumpy grizzly bear. But George Thorne is still determined to attack the clinic and anything could happen.
Everything Tegan does incites Harry’s anger. When she solves a problem, he’s even more certain she’s on George’s team. When she doesn’t, it proves she’s a useless female. And when he rips her shirt off to check she’s not wearing a wire, Tegan attacks him back.
Jayden tries to be the voice of reason between the wolf and the bear, but he wants her too, yet Harry’s his Dom and his friend. The passion between these three is as incendiary and explosive as anything that might happen to the clinic.
Just before eight she saw Jayden and Harry coming toward her. They were chatting, so it looked as though Harry hadn’t startled Jayden awake. Likely he was a fast learner. Or maybe Jayden had been awake already.
The idea that Harry was in a good mood fled as soon as he reached her and opened his mouth. “Report in, Tegan.”
“Nothing happened until a little after six when the day staff arrived, then the night staff left. Nothing to report.”
“What about your search on stolen items?”
“I didn’t work on it. I didn’t want to lose my night vision by putting the light on when it was dark, and since dawn, there’s been a steady stream of people coming and going.”
Harry’s lip curled as he sneered at her. “Don’t you mean you slept the night away and have no idea what may or may not have happened until about six. You were sound asleep, weren’t you? Weren’t you?” he finished on almost a shout.
Inwardly, Tegan recoiled in shock, but she forced her face to stay calm and answered him quietly. “On the contrary. It happened exactly as I told you. If you don’t believe me go and check along by the wall. You’ll find several sets of my boot prints from where I walked up and down, and on top of my prints you’ll find the tracks of the wolves who went for a morning run.”
Harry turned and began to walk a couple yards out away from the wall. At one point where the ground was a little damp, he kneeled down and looked. She knew she’d told the truth, and if he was honest he’d admit the evidence proved it. But why was he so antagonistic to her? Was it her? She’d never done anything to him. Did he dislike women? Or was it just that he hadn’t chosen her. Had she taken the place on the team from someone he’d prefer to have. Well, he just needed to build a bridge and get over it. The team had been chosen by Oscar, who was paying them. Their job was to prove George was acting illegally to disrupt the work of the clinic.
Harry came back still sneering. “That doesn’t prove anything other than that you walked alone there at some stage. Likely you woke up a few minutes before the wolves came past.”
“I didn’t fall asleep. I’m a professional security guard, and I take my job seriously. I’ll work on the searches again today, or on whatever task you set me.”
“But who are you really working for? Us? Or George Thorne? Are you a spy, little lady? Are you wearing a wire to tell your true master everything we discover?”
George reached for her shirt and ripped it open, shredding the fabric and sending buttons flying over the driveway, exposing her bra. Reacting instinctively, Tegan slammed her knee up into his balls, took a step closer to him, got her shoulder against his ribs, and shoved with all her strength. Harry fell backward, landing hard on his ass on the concrete.
Tegan made no effort to cover her body. “I’m sure you can see now that I’m not wearing a wire. I’m also not wearing a shirt anymore. I’ll send you the bill for that. If you aren’t prepared to trust me to do my job, I suggest you speak to Dr. Thorne about it instead of making nasty, childish insinuations about the quality of my work.”
She stepped into the guard house, picked up her laptop, and walked up the driveway, only covering her breasts with the laptop when she got to the door of the clinic.
She entered by the staff door, instead of the front door, hoping to get up to the room they were using on the top floor without meeting anyone.
Ambrielle was just coming out of the staff kitchen, holding a cup of coffee. She blinked, stopped, and said, “Was it a good party?”
Tegan couldn’t help herself. She laughed. “I wish,” she replied and headed up the stairs. She’d love to tell Ambrielle exactly what she thought of Harry and his manners, but Ambrielle was partnered to Oscar and Danny, and the story was Harry’s to explain, not hers. Although, if he ever touched her again, she wouldn’t knee him in the balls. She’d cut them off with a rusty, blunt knife and nail them to the wall.