SWAT: SPECIAL WOLF ALPHA TEAM
They’re on target
They’re as alpha as men can get
NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
He opened his mouth to order her to drop the MP5 she had aimed at him, but nothing would come out. It was like she’d robbed him of the ability to speak. Shooting her wasn’t an option, though. And the idea of arresting her didn’t make him feel any better.
There’s a new gang of criminals in town who are organized and ruthless in the extreme. When Eric Becker, along with the rest of the Dallas SWAT team, ends up in the middle of a shootout, he immediately senses werewolves-a lot of them. Turns out, the new bad guys are a pack of wolf shifters.
In a spray of gunfire, Becker comes face-to-face with the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen. Becker does the logical thing. He hides her and leaves the scene with the rest of his team.
Jayna Winston has no idea why that SWAT guy helped her, but she’s glad he did. Ever since she and her pack mates got mixed up with those Eastern European mobsters, everything had pretty much fallen apart.
So what’s a street-savvy thief like Jayna going to do with a hot alpha-male wolf who’s a police officer?
Now that Gage and Xander have found ‘The One’ for them, the entire team seems to be looking around every corner for theirs. Looking is one thing but actually acknowledging that such an attraction exists is still another.
In this book Eric Becker does things way out of character for a SWAT officer. To start with, in the middle of a surprising fire fight with thieves that are wolves, he hides a woman who had been pointing a gun at him in a crate. With Cooper’s help he then disguises her scent with perfume.
This is a favorite scene as he hides the female thief.
He opened his mouth to order her to drop the MP5 she had aimed at him, but nothing would come out. It was like she’d robbed him of the ability to speak. But he had to get the weapon away from her. If she pulled the trigger, he’d be dead. Shooting her wasn’t an option though, and the idea of arresting her didn’t make him feel any better.
Becker didn’t consider whether what he was about to do was smart but simply lowered his weapon and took his finger off the trigger, letting his M4 hang loosely against his chest by the strap over his shoulder. Then he slowly lifted both hands as if in surrender. He’d done it to put her at ease, but her heart pounded even harder. Her eyes darted left and right, her ponytail swinging from side to side. And while she kept her weapon trained on him, at least her finger wasn’t wrapped around the trigger now.
Becker pulled up the black ski mask hiding his face, then switched off his mic. When he finally managed to find his voice, he didn’t want his teammates listening in.
“Relax and put down the gun,” he said, keeping his voice soft and calm even though gunfire echoed in the rest of the warehouse. “We can work this out. No one else has to get hurt.”
She didn’t say anything or lower her weapon. She didn’t run either. That was progress, he supposed.
He was wondering if he should try a different tack when Xander’s voice came across loud and clear over the radio in his ear. “They’re bolting, so be careful. The few left are going to fight like caged rats.”
Becker didn’t have to ask if the woman heard what Xander said. She was a werewolf like him, which meant she had the same exceptional hearing. If he needed further confirmation, the look of terror on her face would have been it. He couldn’t blame her; her pack had just abandoned her.
Off to the right, the sounds of gunfire increased, and so did the howls. Boots thudded on the concrete floor, heading in their direction.
She looked around again, trying to see every direction at once. Her grip on her weapon tightened, and she swung it at whoever was coming their way.
Oh hell, she’s going to start shooting.
Swearing under his breath, Becker closed the distance between them and ripped the MP5 out of her hands, tossing it aside. She bared her fangs in a snarl, but before she could get the sound out, he slapped a hand over her mouth.
“Trust me,” he said in her ear.
Wrapping his free arm around her, he picked her up and half carried, half dragged her over to the nearest crate. Ignoring her struggles, he ripped the top off the crate, praying there’d be enough room inside. It was empty except for a rolled up painting.
“Thank you, Lord,” he breathed.
Taking his hand away from her mouth, he swung her up in his arms and dumped her inside as gently as he could. She hit the bottom of the crate with an oomph, then immediately sat up.
“What are you doing?” she demanded in a voice so soft and silky it almost brought him to his knees.
He shook off the hold her voice had on him and reached for the top to the crate. “Stay here until it’s safe to leave.”
Ignoring her startled look, he pushed her down with one hand and pulled the lid into place with the other.
Shit, that was close.
Blowing out a breath, he turned to find Cooper standing there staring at him like he’d lost his ever-loving mind.
Cooper switched off his mic with a flick of his thumb before shoving up his ski mask, a scowl on his face. “What the hell are you doing?”
Becker’s mind whirled like an out-of-control windmill. How the hell could he explain what Cooper had seen?
He couldn’t. He only hoped his friend would give him the benefit of the doubt. “Trust me. I have to do this.”
Cooper opened his mouth, then closed it again. His dark eyes went to the crate, his jaw flexing. Becker tensed, ready to stop his friend if it looked like he was going to rip off the lid. But instead, Cooper gave him a long, thoughtful look, then turned and walked over to another stack of boxes.
Becker frowned as Cooper picked up one of the cardboard boxes and carried it back over to the crate where the female werewolf was hiding. Cooper ripped open the box and pulled out a big fancy decanter of what looked like whiskey. Taking off the top, he dumped the whole thing over the crate before reaching for another and doing the same thing. Becker couldn’t miss the overpowering smell of jasmine and buttercups.
Not whiskey. Perfume.
Cooper was covering her scent. Why the hell hadn’t he thought of that?
Becker grabbed two more bottles and poured it on the crate. When they were done, Cooper shoved the box of empty perfume bottles out of the way, then glared at Becker.
“You better know what the hell you’re doing,” he muttered before striding off.
Giving the crate one more quick look, Becker slung his weapon off his shoulder and hurried to catch up to Cooper. They reached the end of the aisle just in time to see Xander finishing off an enemy werewolf.
Xander shook his head. “Damn, these things are psychotic. It’s like they’d rather die than give themselves up.” His gaze went to the section of warehouse where Becker and Cooper had been, and made a face. “Jeez, it reeks down there. Is it all clear?”
Becker nodded. “No one down there.”
“Good,” Xander said. “Let’s wrap this up then.”
Becker waited until his squad leader turned and led the way to the other end of the warehouse before following.
Okay, you beautiful werewolf. I’ve done my part. The rest is up to you.
Tyler, Paige. In the Company of Wolves (SWAT Book 3) (pp. 15-19). Sourcebooks. Kindle Edition.
When he finally tracks her down again, he realizes he has more than just a little problem. He doesn’t just have to get Jayna out of the clutches of the Ukrainians he has to get her pack out.
It’s never a good idea to go undercover without support outside, but that’s what Eric does with Cooper’s help.
Fast paced, hold your breath action and suspense as the attraction between Jayna and Cooper heats up to sizzling.
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Paige is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of sexy romantic suspense and paranormal romance. She graduated from The University of West Florida with a degree in education in 2000, but decided to pursue a full-time career as a writer in 2004. Since then, she’s written over fifty books in several genres, including paranormal, contemporary, western, sci-fi and erotica. She loves writing about strong, sexy, alpha males and the feisty,independent women who fall for them. From verbal foreplay to sexual heat, her stories of romance, adventure, suspense, passion and true love will leave you breathlessly panting for more.
She and her very own military hero (also known as her husband) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their adorable fur baby (also known as their dog). Paige graduated with a degree in education, but decided to pursue her passion and write books about hunky alpha males and the kick-butt heroines who fall in love with them.
When not working on her latest book, Paige enjoys reading, jogging, P90X, Yoga, Pilates, going to the beach, watching NFL football, watching movies and hanging out with her husband (not necessarily in that order!)