Death is not always an ending. When the dreams first began, Angeni Sweet thought they were just that…dreams. Born with the gift of a medium, she quickly realized the truth—when she last entered the spiritual world, something returned inside her. Waking with bruises and daytime flashes of pain, the dark spirit makes himself known. His face, his name, a place. He leads her, and she has no choice but follow. Believe in nothing. Despite living in Los Lobos his entire life, Jaxon Boone has few things he believes in—his favorites being cold beer and hot women. Those beliefs change. When Drew demands he take the beautiful stranger, Ange, to an isolated cabin in the woods for the good of the pack, he learns that the things not seen are the most powerful. The battle begins. Fighting against the malevolent spirit of Magnum as he tries to push his way back to world, Ange fears it won’t be enough. Will Jax find the belief in needs in time to save not only the pack but the woman that quickly becomes the center of his world?
Strong hands grasped her shoulders and kept her from tumbling backward as she gasped. She looked up into a pair of dark-chocolate-colored eyes and was stunned stupid, only able to stare. The man who held her was gorgeous. His almost-pure-black hair cascaded over his wide shoulders. A black tee shirt and black leather vest stretched tight across his chest revealed the corded muscles beneath. Black leather pants fit tight. Not much imagination was needed to know what was hidden. Fingers strummed across her shoulder, sending tendrils of excitement to race beneath her skin. The sensation was enough to stop her from ogling and return her gaze to his face. Heat flooded her cheeks, and she hoped he didn’t catch her eyeing him. The man was a total T-bone, and she felt suddenly starved. His crooked grin told her he had seen it all.
“In my defense, the sign does say cold beer on tap.” His deep voice sent shivers through her. At least she could blame it on the beer.
All of the sudden, her mind clouded. A dark haze filled her vision which passed before she had a chance to think of the cause. Instead, she only looked up into eyes which seemed to sparkle with mischief. “I’m sorry. Case of brain freeze, I guess. Did you say something?”
“My bad. Guess I owe ya a beer. Why don’t I get it for ya while you lose the shirt? Strictly for your health, you understand. Wouldn’t want ya to catch a cold.”
She pulled on the front of her shirt, the icy-cold wet material clinging to her, making her very aware of her him. She wasn’t sure whether it was a reaction to the cold beer or the man who stood in front of her. The little voice in her head nagged at her to remember her wish from earlier…carefree and reckless.
“Tell me, do those lines usually work? I would hate to be the first one to disappoint you. Stripping off all my clothes for someone I’ve just met isn’t highly likely. You are right on the beer. I’ll have a Coors on tap.”
When he leaned in, her breath caught, and she found herself surrounded by both his heat and his exotic scent. It was completely unfair how any man could smell that good.
“No one said anything about all your clothes, darling,” he whispered in her ear. “I only suggested the shirt.” He stood up, the devilish glint in his eyes causing her heart to race. “I learned a long time ago, the lady is always right. Who am I to argue?”