Wolves of Willow Bend #6
By Heather Long
Dylan Royce, Willow Bend Hunter, is a natural flirt and courted his fair share of she-wolves, but he’s never found the woman who makes his pulse race. With the new pack’s borders verging on Willow Bend territory, he’s tasked with keeping an eye on them. His job grows more challenging daily, especially since one seductive female keeps crossing the line.
Chrystal Landros knows she’s supposed to keep to her side of the Three Rivers-Willow Bend line. But she loves to explore, and Willow Bend is home to some spectacular sites. As a former Lone Wolf, she hasn’t always been certain of her welcome, but her new home in Three Rivers opens a wonderful world of unfamiliar opportunities. Too bad the wolf who makes her blood heat is tasked with keeping her away from the places she wants to visit.
While Dylan and Chrystal clash repeatedly over her border incursions, the game between them threatens to turn deadly. Tensions between Willow Bend and Three Rivers continue to rise. Could their forbidden dalliance be the spark to ignite a war?
Oh how I love the Wolves of Willow Bend! With each installment of this series I fall more in love with everyone in the pack. In this book we get a peek at the new pack Three Rivers that shares a border with Willow Bend.
It seems that our hunter Dylon Royce just can’t stop Chrystal Landros from wandering onto Willow Bend lands. Every time he thinks she may listen, well, she shows up again.
Chrystal has been warned for the last time to stay inside the Three Rivers boundaries. Next time she would be punished by her Alpha.
Dylon has just finished checking on wolves living near the border as another bout of snow nears. What happens next is one of my favorite passages.
Thirty minutes and he’d be at the cabin with a roaring fire, dinner and the excuse to take a long nap before he took a run. When the storm expended the effort to dump another foot of snow on them, it would be fresh, sweet powder and he could…a figure lurched out onto the road ahead. He tapped the brakes, turning into the spin he created and angling the truck. Fortunately, no one followed him on the road. The skid spun him once, but he managed to halt the truck inches from where the woman waved her arms.
She had the good sense to jump out of the way. After throwing the truck in park, he wrenched the door open and leapt out into the storm. “Are you all right?” The question demanded an answer before he tore into them for running into the road.
The wind threw her familiar citrus and orchid scent in his face. Son of a bitch… “Chrystal?”
Instead of running away—the sensible thing, considering she trespassed again—she lunged at him and clasped his arm. “Dylan, you have to come. They’re stuck and I can’t get them out.”
The wild sour note of her anxiety erased his fury. “Who and where?”
Her fingers dug into his arm. She pulled at him as she turned and dashed toward the edge of the road. Following her, Dylan caught her before she tumbled down the hill. About thirty feet below, the waterway had frosted with a heavy layer of ice, but wasn’t solid.
“There.” Voice nearly frantic, she pointed. A low whimper helped him pinpoint the animal. Front legs on the ice and surrounded by a downed branch, the rest of it was in the water. A lower whimper reached him and he picked out the pup stuck on the ice, one foot trapped in a crevice. “Help them, Dylan. Please. I’ve been trying, and she’s so upset and I can’t…”
Fuck. “Come on,” he ordered, hauling her backward. He dragged her to the truck. “Get in and warm up.” Leaving her to do as she was told, he flipped open the tool box in bed of the truck. Dragging out some rope, he circled to the driver’s side. Chrystal shivered in the passenger seat, her walnut eyes wide and her pupils the size of saucers. Her panic either fed off the wild animal’s or it off hers. Either way, he couldn’t comfort her—yet—and save the animal at the same time. Wrenching the truck into reverse, he backed to the edge and waited for his tires to hit softer snow. Parking brake engaged, he turned the heat to full blast.
“Stay in the truck, Chrystal.”
I would have liked to put more up of my favorite but then it would have been more of an excerpt than a passage. The book just gets better from here as they end up snowed in together with the wolf and her pup in his cabin.
Every conversation reveals bits about Chrystal and Dylon wants to know more and be more to her. To teach her the things she should have been taught by now. I really enjoyed their interaction and the temperature between them reaches sizzling in spite of the cold.
Five Contented PURRS for Heather!
Keep an eye here for the reviews that go in between yesterday’s of the first book and this one. Writing them up will help me wait for the next book in this series. Thank you, Heather!
National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories–her characters drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.
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