Roark Archer’s Lamar Canyon Pack in Yellowstone has been decimated by ranchers and hunters. Although the Tao pack in Los Lobos, South Dakota, has offered to assimilate it, he cannot give up his heritage so easily. At least not until he gets revenge against whoever killed his best friend, Jared, three years ago.
Recluse Carrie Myers lives on the Wyoming cattle ranch her late father left her. One fateful night changes her life forever, leaving her questioning her sanity. She knows what she saw…or does she? Regardless, she’ll do anything to protect the awful secret that has haunted her for the past three years.
When fate brings Roark to Carrie’s doorstep, the connection between them is undeniable. Determined to avoid commitment, they agree to give in to their unexplainable attraction for one night. Will hatred consume this hell-raising shifter, or can he learn love and forgiveness in the enemy’s arms?
Instead of taking the towels, he shucked off his jean jacket and let it drop to the floor. Next, he worked on the buttons of his flannel shirt. The sight of firm, dusky pectorals sent a strange rush of heat through her.
Good Lord. Did the man plan to strip naked right in front of her? She didn’t even know his name. His body looked whip-hard and strong. If he were a bull, he’d earn top dollar at the cattle auction. The heat hovering inside her arrowed to her abdomen, making her cotton panties damp and hot.
She averted her gaze. “Kindly change in the bathroom. It’s down the hall there.”
When he snatched the towels from her, she gasped.
Amusement glittered in his black eyes. “Kind of jumpy, aren’t you?”
Unease flickered down her spine as he strutted down the hall. The man’s cocky presence filled her home and took over as if he owned it. Exactly why she didn’t allow many men near the ranch. Why had she invited this one inside?
Because he was a gorgeous hunk? She’d successfully kept her distance from too many handsome ranchers and cowboys to weaken now for no reason. She couldn’t explain her unusual attraction.
And he looked familiar, as if he could be related to…. The face she’d seen in a flash of lightning would forever be engraved on her mind and soul. No, she refused to remember that night. But what if he’d arrived to investigate?
She flipped on the oven and hurried to the refrigerator, removing two fresh homegrown steaks. He seemed the type of man who enjoyed meat and lots of it. How would his hard mouth taste after chewing rare sirloin?
Since she’d committed to helping keep the stranger alive, she’d see it through. Come morning, she looked forward to sending him on his merry way. Maybe then, Yellow Barrel Ranch would return to normal.
Her hand shook so much the spatula she held slipped out of it. She dropped so many things lately, it was a wonder the floor wasn’t pocked with more dent marks.
Normal. Whatever that was anymore.