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319 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 28, 2015
"If you let me up, we can keep talking about this." And by "talking" he meant he'd have her on her back, moaning out his name rather rapidly. His very long stretch of abstinence was about to end.Even though at first they seem like oil and water, the reader can clearly see that fate got it right this time--LeAnn and Travis are each exactly what the other needs. Travis, the organizing, control-freak alpha, definitely needed a less-than-gentle shove out of the rut his life had gotten into. LeAnn had spent a lifetime looking for a place to belong and a family that wouldn't leave or make her want to leave, and she finds it with Jordan and the pack. Plus, she gets to use her "special skills" for the greater good for a change.
She licked her lips and wrinkled up her nose. "First, tell me where my brother is."
Well, that would ruin any "talking".
She could hot-wire cars. That was good to know. Also very sexy. In a non-law-abiding way that he couldn't ever outwardly support.The suspense was nicely done--though I was pretty sure I knew some of what was going on, I didn't have it all figured out until the characters did, which was excellent. Book three continues the series' overarching plot where the packs are concerned, finally resolving their main problem--it will all make more sense if you've read the first two books in the series (especially book two, This Weakness for You , since that's when LeAnn's brother has a major role) but if you haven't, much of what you need to know is explained along the way. (Warning: Jordan, hero of aforementioned book two, is in here quite a bit. You're going to love him and need to read his story ASAP, if you haven't already. And maybe even if you have.)
Both he and LeAnn bounced up at the same time, firing. More swearing from Troy.See what I mean? There's a lot more where that comes from, believe me. ;)
"Yes!" LeAnn said as they dropped back down to the floor.
"I got him," they said at the same time before scowling at each other.
"Oh, that was me," LeAnn said.
"No, I'm sorry, but that was me." He wasn't going to give up his hits because she was a woman he wanted in a filthy way--one he wanted even more now that he'd seen her fire a gun. "Troy, was that last hit from a rifle or handgun?" he yelled.
His answer was more swearing.
"It was from a rifle," he translated for her.
"Oh, sweetie, if you really need this to boost your self-confidence, I'll give you this one," she said, giving him a long look.
"Honey, that wasn't a gun in my pocket a few minutes back. Trust me, I have a lot to be confident about." He gestured toward the other side of the table with his head. "Including that last shot."
She pulled her shirt off. "And they're real, babydoll."
He stared.
"And that last shot was all me too."