Claiming a Beta Coyote (FF)

Coyote Bound

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 70,340
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Her job was simple. Kyra didn’t expect any complications until the mayor of Snowbury caught her eye. Lost in the storm of attraction, Kyra struggles to finish her job of gathering information to convict a cartel leader’s son and bring a mob boss down.

Claudia is the mayor of Snowbury, and she knows something is going down. However, she’s surprised to find that her town is a coveted stop for drug traffickers, and Kyra knows more than she’s telling. 

Claudia is willing to play games with the wily coyote if it’ll get her answers. But the unexpected happens, and Claudia ends up not only sleeping with the probable enemy but falling hard for Kyra. As she sorts out friend from foe, Claudia becomes certain of two things, she wants Kyra in her life and when the smoke clears, the enemy will be in ashes.

Be Warned: f/f sex

Claiming a Beta Coyote (FF)
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Claiming a Beta Coyote (FF)

Coyote Bound

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 70,340
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Kyra unlocked the door and stepped inside to the soft glow cast by the automatic lights in the entry. She removed Claudia’s jacket as they stood there.


“Keep it for next time,” Claudia invited. “I have a feeling tonight was just your first ride on the back of my bike.”

Kyra stared up at her, lips curving into a smile. “Could be. I like the way you handle your machine.”

Claudia chuckled. “And I like the way you handle yours.” Her gaze slid over Kyra’s body making it clear what she had reference to.

Kyra grinned. “Are you hungry? I could use a light bite myself. Dancing makes me work up an appetite.”

“Me, too.”

Kyra laughed. “You’re playing with me, Mayor,” she said as she turned and moved down the corridor to the kitchen. She draped the leather jacket over a chair at the table for four.

“Isn’t that the name of the game, Kyra?” she asked.

Kyra didn’t stop in her stride to the sink. She glanced over her shoulder. “Seems as though, Claudia.” She turned on the water and washed up.

As she dried her hands, Kyra felt Claudia come up behind her. Her hands glided up Kyra’s arms where they gripped lightly as Claudia leaned in to graze the side of her neck with sharp teeth.

Kyra’s eyes slid closed of their own volition as tendrils of heat slithered through her. Her animal sighed, savoring the contact.

Claudia’s fingers tightened slightly. “Why’d you call me, baby?” Claudia murmured in her ear, warm breath a caress against Kyra’s skin. “Did Mallory or Sam put you up to this?”

“Up to what?” She turned, and Claudia stared down into her eyes, her own hardening.

“I don’t mind a good sex game, but I’m not into being played for the fool. So, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” Claudia ordered, crossing her arms over her chest.

Her breasts were small, and she was almost straight up and down, with a telltale bulge in her pants that said she liked to wear a strap-on.

“I’m not sure just what you mean,” Kyra said and tried to move around Claudia, but Claudia grabbed her arm and put her back against the counter to bracket her in with hands on either side of her.

“What’s going on at that club?” Claudia demanded. “I heard Jenner was doing a drug sweep. Why?”

“Because he’s an ass?” Kyra asked with lifted brows, a hint of humor in her tone.

“I don’t like hitting a lady, sweetheart, but I’m going to bitch slap you if you keep fucking with me. Now, tell me why you called me back when you made it clear you didn’t date patrons.” Claudia’s tone was implacable, and her eyes glittered with promise.


Claudia growled at her, and Kyra glared.

“Tone it down, rabid animal,” Kyra muttered.

“If you think that was rabid, just wait and see what happens when you ignore me,” Claudia warned.

“Sam didn’t ask me to call you,” Kyra told her, not afraid of the animal staring at her with winter-frigid eyes. She was both turned on and angry. “And I don’t know what’s going on in the club.”

“One more lie, and I’ll take you over my knee and paddle your ass like a schoolgirl sent to the principal’s office,” Claudia threatened in an impassive tone.

“Why do you care if Jenner has a hard-on for them?” Kyra demanded.

Claudia moved in a little closer, pressing their lower bodies together. “Just humor me.”

Kyra suppressed a shiver from the contact. Every cell in her body was suddenly alive and alert. She could almost feel the air on her face, and the animal inside her raised its head in fascination.

Kyra wrestled her libido down and brought her mind back to the conversation at hand with effort. Her gaze lingering on Claudia’s lips, and she wondered if she was a good kisser.

Focus, she ordered. This was part of why she couldn’t even have a fling with Claudia, the woman could derail her train of thought just looking at her.

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