NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
A STORM IS BREWING…
Remy Boudreaux is back in his hometown, New Orleans. He’s there with three of his fellow Dallas SWAT officers for a week of training with the NOLA PD. On the eve of a tropical storm, Remy and his buddies prowl the French Quarter. One tantalizing scent captures Remy’s senses, forcing him to follow until he is face to face with Triana Bellamy—his beautiful high school crush.
After reconnecting, Remy and Triana are close—very. Remy struggles to keep things casual. Ever since his partner—and first love—was killed on the job, he’s kept women at a distance.
But when a mysterious wolf pendant ropes them both into danger, Remy’s protective instincts kick in. He may have to reveal his true self…and hope Triana accepts him.
This book is full of surprises and revelations. We know there are hunters out there looking for wolves, we also know they are deadly. In this story we find out just how dangerous these hunters are.
The guys are on a working trip in New Orleans when Remy runs into a childhood friend Triana. Well more like he follows an irresistible scent that leads to her.
This is a favorite scene.
Remy wasn’t sure how long he followed the scent, but the next thing he knew, he was walking into a nightclub with a steady dance beat throbbing out of every hole, crack, and pore of the building. In bloodhound mode, he headed straight to the second floor, moving like an arrow shot through the crowded, noisy room until he was standing in the middle of the dance floor full of gyrating bodies.
Right there, dancing with her back to him in a group of four other women, was the source of the scent that had dragged him halfway across the French Quarter. This close, her fragrance was damn near overwhelming. If he wasn’t such a gentleman, he probably would have leaned forward and licked the small portion of her neck that was exposed every time her long, black hair swung aside. If she smelled this good, he could only imagine how she tasted.
The thought was enough to nearly bring him to his knees.
He was trying to figure out the best way to initiate a conversation—tapping her on the shoulder and saying he’d been tracking her scent for blocks might come off as a bit stalkerish—when the woman turned to face him.
Maybe she’d sensed him behind her, or perhaps it was because her friends had stopped dancing to stare over her shoulder at him. Either way, when she spun around, Remy swore his heart stopped beating for a second.
It was dark on the dance floor and the flashing strobes were bright enough to practically blind him, but it didn’t matter. The light-brown-skinned beauty would have stood out in any light. Hell, she would have stood out in complete darkness too.
He was still taking in the smoking-hot curves, perfect skin, and exotic amber eyes when a realization struck him so hard he almost stumbled backward.
He knew her. Not in the biblical sense, though that was obviously one hell of a shame. He’d known her back in high school when she’d been a skinny, awkward teenager who never seemed to look anywhere but at the ground.
She was a lot different now—understatement there—and easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Now she possessed a confidence that made it hard to look at anything but her. Even with all the changes, he would have known her anywhere. He hadn’t talked to her since high school graduation, but they’d been friends and probably would have been more if he hadn’t been such a chickenshit back then.
Remy didn’t expect her to recognize him. While she’d grown from a girl into a woman, he’d grown from a boy into a werewolf. He looked a lot different than he had in high school.
Triana’s eyes widened. “Remy, is that seriously you? I can’t believe you’re here!”
Grinning, she threw her arms around him. His went around her automatically, holding her close. He was shocked at how good she felt against him—good as in let’s go find a room somewhere or a dark corner or, hell, the backseat of the nearest car.
At the same time, his mind spun as he tried to understand what the hell was going on. Could he have subconsciously recognized his old friend’s scent? Okay, maybe. But that still didn’t explain why she smelled so good or why her fragrance had pulled him so frigging hard in her direction. He’d never felt anything like it in his life. The animalistic urge he’d had to track her down didn’t fit with any concept of friendship he recognized.
Tyler, Paige. Wolf Hunt (SWAT Book 6) (pp. 17-19). Sourcebooks. Kindle Edition.
Triana’s mom has some secrets of her own, and when threats are made those lead to so much more!
Full of suspense, action and the sizzle of Remy finding his ‘One’.
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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!)