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His wolf is out of control. She’s a wild thing that won’t be tamed.
Ex-Army Specialist Jace River has a lock on his bedroom door, but it’s not to keep anyone out; it’s to keep his nightmares from breaking loose. His wolf is an out-of-control killer, which means he can never risk shifting, never truly be part of his pack, and definitely never take a mate.
Piper Wilding works for the Army as a civilian, traveling the world for her work in counterintelligence and fighting the bad guys while bedding down the good ones. The best part? It keeps her far from her asshole father in Seattle, the rest of the Wilding pack, and the pressure to take a mate. Settling down isn’t her thing, and after what happened to her mother, Piper vowed she would never be tied down by magic or men again.
While Jace’s wolf keeps him Sleepless in Seattle, Piper returns home to find her missing kid brother. When she breaks into the River brother’s safehouse, sparks fly and claws come out. Her sexy skills threaten to bring out Jace’s wolf, and Jace’s good-guy hotness reminds Piper how tempting shifter men can be. They’re like fire and gasoline, and as they race to find Piper’s brother, the heat threatens to burn down all their carefully constructed walls. But falling in love has never been so dangerous—and being together means taking risks that neither might survive.
Jace is a complete novel with HEA, the second in the River Pack Wolves trilogy (all standalone stories, but best enjoyed if you read them in order!). Contains scorching hot shifters, alpha military heroes, and sexy spy girls. Only readers over 18 should dive into the deliciously hot world of the River brothers.
Jace quietly unlocked his bedroom door and crept down the stairs, keeping his footfalls silent as he worked his way toward the kitchen. He didn’t need his problems to wake up everyone else. His mom had been taking in wayward shifters for a while, ever since their dad died, and there was always someone staying at the safehouse who wasn’t actually a member of the River family. Right now, the place was full-up, with most of the River brothers pack doubling up in the rooms and filling every available bed. They even had a few from the Wilding pack staying with them, not to mention the shifter prisoners they had just broken free from Agent Smith’s torturous grasp.
Even with a full house, the place was silent, except for the occasional creak of the log construction, the squeak of the stairs as he descended, and the whisper of the pines outside. He’d always loved that sound as a kid—felt like the wind was calling to his wolf and saying you are home. Now it just reminded him of how messed up he really was.
Jace pulled open the massive fridge—his mom was used to feeding the hungry shifter hordes that passed through, so it was well-stocked. He snagged some sandwich makings. The ghostly white light blasted through the expansive kitchen, then shut off as the door swung shut. He blinked as his eyes adjusted, and the house creaked again. Only…
Jace froze. He grew up here. He knew the house sounds. That was someone on the stairs he just came down. He casually shuffled to the kitchen island and set down the meats and condiments. He held still for a moment, listening. Drawing in a breath. Scenting.
Light floral scent. No one he’d scented before.
With light bare-footed steps, Jace dashed back through the open kitchen door, skirted the dining table, and rounded the corner to the great room. Halfway up the stairs was a figure in a black hoodie. Jace knew this house like his own face—he didn’t need to look to avoid the end tables and floor lamps. He reached the stairs before the intruder could even turn around.
Jace grabbed the hoodie first, yanking it back to get a chokehold, then wrapped his arm around the neck. He pivoted, trying to wrestle the guy down, but his mom must have been polishing the stairs again because his feet went out from under him. They both tumbled the five steps to the landing below. Jace kept his grip, but this must be a kid or something—the hooded figure was lightweight and skinny. No heft to him at all.
Then he shifted in Jace’s arms, sliding out of his grip and leaving nothing but clothes behind. Jace shoved aside the hoodie and jeans and scrambled after the wolf, who was making time through the great room. Jace knew there was only one way out—through the back kitchen door.
He dashed down the side hall, surged through the kitchen side door, and tackled the wolf before it could make it to the back. Which was great for stopping the intruder from escaping, but now he had to keep hold of a wolf three times stronger than Jace’s human form—with razor sharp claws and snapping jaws trying to catch his face. He wrestled it to the floor, holding it from behind. Its claws scrabbled against the low cabinets and pushed them back along the floor. Jace’s head banged against the kitchen door in his struggle to keep hold, and the wolf’s strength was almost too much for him. His brain caught up to what was happening, and he realized—this wolf was being strangely quiet throughout all this. Was this some kind of prank by one of the stray shifter kids his mom had taken in?
Jace opened his mouth to call for help—he had a house full of shifters who could actually shift and chase this asshole kid down if he got loose—but Jace’s words were cut off when the wolf shifted back to human.
This was no kid.
A naked girl—no, she was very much a woman—was suddenly in his arms, struggling against his hold. He huffed out surprise, but before he could let her loose, she squirmed around so her very ample breasts were now pressed against his bare chest. Then she grabbed the back of his head in both hands… and kissed him.
About the Author:
Alisa Woods lives in the Midwest with her husband and family, but her heart will always belong to the beaches and mountains where she grew up. She writes sexy paranormal romances about alpha men and the women who love them. She enjoys exploring the struggles we all have, where we resist--and succumb to--our most tempting vices as well as our greatest desires. She firmly believes that love triumphs over all.