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Passion's Prey


Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Samantha Reynolds

ISBN :00327

Page :62

Word Count :15500

Publication Date :2011-06-19

Series : #

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Passion's Prey (pdf) , Passion's Prey (prc) , Passion's Prey (epub) , Passion's Prey (mobi)

Category : Erotic Romance , Fantasy Romance

  • Product Code: 00327


What will Luann Rice do when she is face to face or rather, skin to skin, with the werewolf of her dreams...?

Ryan Thomas works for the National Intelligence Agency, trying to ferret out a mole. Someone has been leaking out top secret military information. His job? Play the part of a pawn, taking on the identity of an FBI agent that could possibly be selling state secrets to the enemy to draw the real traitor out. But what NIS doesn't know, is that while he is an agent, he's also a Lycan who has just found his mate.

Luanne Price sat at the bar. Her work as an agent for the Central Intelligence Agency had her on duty again. If she had ten dollars for every hour of surveillance she had ever pulled, she would be a millionaire at this point. It was her job. Not one of her favorites, but she was paid to protect her country, and that was one the one thing she took seriously.

Her target, Ryan Thomas, should have checked in by now. She scanned the hotel lobby once more, letting her gaze drift over the people sitting in oversized salmon-covered chairs. They were either here for vacation, or businessmen and women just trying to get through the week.

Damn! If Intel had screwed this up, she would wring their bloody necks.

A movement caught her attention, and her gaze settled on a man walking into the lobby. She smiled. His short, sun-streaked blond hair matched Ryan's description. His head was lowered, as if he didn't want to be noticed. He wore a black trenchcoat over blue jeans and a white T-shirt. When he looked up, she couldn't mistake that face.

It was him.

A surge of adrenalin roared through her system. She had him now. She watched and waited as he walked through the lobby and into the bar, not believing her luck when he took off his coat and sat down beside her. Jesus, he was even more devastating in person than the photographs the agency had given her. They didn't do him justice. His face had been kissed by the sun, and she wondered for a minute if he was that beautiful golden color all over his body. The smell of him gave her goosebumps, and she had to rein in the instant attraction that washed over her. The man had it in spades. Every female head in the place had turned when he'd walked in. Coupled with those broad shoulders and blond hair…Well, it didn't bear thinking about. She had a job to do, and she was here to do it.

The bartender, a short, balding older man, came to take her order. "What'll you folks have?

The gorgeous man sitting beside her glanced in her direction and then answered, "We're not together."

She could smell his clean, natural scent from where she sat. Soap and leather. God help her. No clinging aftershave for him! She smiled.

"Sorry. Too bad for you, she's a looker." The bartender shook his head, but his eyes lingered on her just a little too long for her taste.

LuAnn sent the bartender a scathing look in return. Hold on to your dick, old man, I'm not here for you. She turned to look at the man she knew to be Ryan Thomas, and met his stone-cold amber gaze. There was no emotion in his eyes, nothing. She turned back to the bartender. "I'll have a Miller Light." Then looking at her unwilling companion, she asked, "and you?"

"I'll have the same." Ryan's gaze briefly flickered over her breasts.

She'd worn a blue, low-cut knit top on purpose. No bra. None needed, for what she was after. Licking her lips, she looked back at Ryan. "I'm Luanne." She held out her hand.

He took her hand in his briefly, then quickly looked away. Funny, he almost looked uncomfortable. "Ryan." His voice was a low baritone and it sent chills of excitement down her spine.

"Nice to meet you, Ryan," she added with a smile.

"Same."

"Here on business?" she asked.

"Nope."

"Talk much?"

"Nope," he answered her with a feral smile. One that under different circumstances might have frightened a weaker person off.

"Well then, I guess we're going to have a quiet night." She rolled her eyes for effect and nursed the beer the bartender had set in front of her. She grabbed a paper from the corner of the bar and opened it up. "Damn, the Panthers won again! They might actually make it all the way this year." Come on, take the bait. I know you're a fan.

"They'll go all the way." His tone was bored. He took a swig of his beer, never looking at her.

"Don't like glasses?" She pointed to the empty frosted glass in front of him.

"Don't need it. Excuse me."

Had she scared him off? At least he had manners. Didn't talk much, but he had manners. She watched as he disappeared into the men's room. She let out a sigh of relief, and put her hand in her pocket and palmed the vial of liquid. This was too easy. Way too easy. A chill ran down her spine. The bartender turned his back, and she emptied the vial into his beer bottle. That should loosen Mr. Thomas up a bit.

Nerves. Get them under control, Luanne.

After only a few minutes, Ryan walked back to the bar and sat down. "You have any peanuts?" he called out to the bartender.

The bartender answered and she waited. Take a drink, damn you. Finally, he took a long swallow. She wouldn't dare dream of taking him on otherwise. It was too dangerous. Intel didn't have much information on him. That in and of itself raised a red flag with her; a man who had no history had something to hide. And it was her job to find out if this man--this FBI agent--was selling secrets to their enemies.

The bartender returned with the peanuts and set them down. She picked up a few and popped them in her mouth. "So, you in town long?"

"No."

Trying to talk to the man was like trying to talk to a brick wall. She laughed. "Okay. I give up. I won't bother you anymore. I'll let you drink your beer in peace."

Ryan turned to look at her. His gaze was hot, lustful and full of promise. She knew instinctively that she had his full attention now.

Her nipples grew hard and her abdominal muscles clenched in response. What would it be like to fuck a man like Ryan Thomas? Would he be slow and gentle, or hard and fast?

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