Bec Adams
| Bec Adams | |
| A Guardian's Awakening [Shy River Pack 3] | |
| (2013) | |
| Tags: | Romance |
Gavin Campbell was
looking for his missing sister, so he didn’t expect to find an injured
woman or run into two werewolves willing to save her life. But after
giving Hensen Bright and Kade Ridges permission to make Maggie Johnson a
werewolf he couldn’t just abandon the woman. Staying close had nothing
to do with his need to understand three people who had him questioning
everything he thought he knew about love. At least that’s what he told
himself.
Hensen thought he had fifty more years before domestic
drudgery caught up with him, but fate delivered a huge smack upside the
head. Three mates! Can Maggie, Kade, and Gavin forgive him for his
previously dismissive attitude?
But as they struggle to build
their relationships, a mysterious illness is revealed, and Maggie is
suddenly at risk of being euthanized. Pursued by their own pack mates,
can Hensen, Kade, and Gavin keep Maggie alive long enough to find a
cure?
Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration.
Shy River Pack 3
A Guardian’s Awakening
Brought together by an infected wolf’s bite…
Gavin Campbell was looking for his missing sister, so he didn’t expect to find an injured woman or run into two werewolves willing to save her life. But after giving Hensen Bright and Kade Ridges permission to make Maggie Johnson a werewolf he couldn’t just abandon the woman. Staying close had nothing to do with his need to understand three people who had him questioning everything he thought he knew about love. At least that’s what he told himself.
Hensen thought he had fifty more years before domestic drudgery caught up with him, but fate delivered a huge smack upside the head. Three mates! Can Maggie, Kade, and Gavin forgive him for his previously dismissive attitude?
But as they struggle to build their relationships, a mysterious illness is revealed, and Maggie is suddenly at risk of being euthanized. Pursued by their own pack mates, can Hensen, Kade, and Gavin keep Maggie alive long enough to find a cure?
Note: This book contains double vaginal penetration.
Genre:
Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length:
43,482 words
Shy River Pack 3
Rachel Clark
writing as
Bec Adams
MENAGE AMOUR
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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A GUARDIAN’S AWAKENING
Shy River Pack 3
BEC ADAMS
Copyright © 2013
Eleven years ago…
Maggie Johnson fell.
That was what her obituary would say. Maggie Johnson fell. Nothing more. Why would it? She’d never done anything worth mentioning. She was seventeen and totally stupid.
Okay, so maybe she wasn’t
totally
stupid. She got good grades at school and all, but it took some serious stupidity to go hiking alone, without telling anyone where she was going. Throw in a bit of loose dirt, the wrong type of shoes, and a teenager who thought accidents only happened to other people and it was a recipe for disaster.
But probably more than the fact that she was liable to freeze overnight on her tiny, precarious perch on the side of a mountain in the middle of nowhere, what really bothered her was the thought that she would never get a chance to apologize to her mom for all the nasty, selfish, teenage-cliché things she’d said.
Wallowing so deep in regret Maggie almost missed the stealthy maneuverings of a large brown wolf as it made its way across the cliff face, jumping ledge to ledge until it reached hers. She’d already screamed herself hoarse, so she barely managed a whimper as the brown wolf joined her on the tiny outcropping of dirt.
“Nice doggy.” The wolf tilted its head at her quiet plea and then moved closer, sniffing her as if he’d found something very tasty. It seemed that luck sure wasn’t on her side today. “Please don’t eat me,” she pleaded breathlessly. If she was going to die, she at least wanted her mom to know she was dead. Nothing would be crueler than her mom never knowing what happened to her.
The wolf’s ears swiveled toward her, but the way it made a soft “woofing” sound and then let its tongue hang from its mouth made her feel certain that it was laughing at her. It sure as hell looked happy. Fuck, it was probably viewing her in the same delighted way her best friend eyed pizza.
She rubbed a hand over her eyes, an ironic sort of despair weaving through her.
“I suppose if you do eat me, they’ll at least have something more interesting to put in my obituary,” The huge brown wolf simply continued to watch her steadily. “Just leave enough for them to identify me, okay?”
But instead of attacking, the wolf licked over the swollen and rapidly blackening bruise on her ankle. She’d never broken a bone before, but even with her teenage propensity for drama—yes, she could see her faults very clearly now thanks to her amazing ability to somehow grow up when faced with imminent demise—she was fairly certain her ankle was broken.
If the wolf had been a pet dog, she might have yelled at it to leave her alone, but this was not only a wild thing but also the biggest animal she’d ever seen. Maybe it was the small ledge skewing her perspective, but she could swear that the wolves at the zoo weren’t nearly as big as this one.
Nervously she tried to back away. Of course, it did little good. She was already wedged against the cliff face so she literally had nowhere to go. Well, except down. And that was something she truly didn’t want to try. She’d already made the mistake of looking over the edge. Hell, even if the wolf did decide she was dinner, she knew she wasn’t brave enough to willingly leap into that abyss.
She shivered as the sun dipped below the tree line. She wasn’t prepared to stay overnight. Hell, who was she kidding? She wasn’t prepared to be here at all. As usual she’d resisted change, given her mother all sorts of grief for dragging her camping with her and her new boyfriend, and then gone off in a snit. Some might even say she’d gotten what she deserved.
The wolf whined again, licked her face—so gross—and then shuffled his large furry body so that he was literally pressed against her. She would have sighed from the additional warmth if she hadn’t been so damn frightened. Knowing her luck he was just keeping her fresh until the rest of his pack arrived.
But as the hours ticked by and the wolf kept her warm, still showing no inclination to eat her or that he was waiting for backup, she finally closed her eyes and gave in to exhaustion.