Rugged Fire [Rugged Savage Valley, Colorado 4]
Rugged Savage Valley, Colorado 4
Rugged Fire
Lianne Seward has lived in Savage Valley since birth but never admitted to her crush on the Carson twins, Sebastian and William. When their bank approves her small-business loan, she finds herself working very closely with the sexy but aloof bear-shifters. It just might be the opportunity she needs to discover something deeper and stronger with the Carsons, and she means to take full advantage of it.
As she struggles to get her company off the ground, however, family secrets and long-held grudges begin to surface. Soon a web of events, begun long before she was born, starts to unravel. As Lianne works her way through the mysteries, she must figure out whom she can trust. She must figure out who her family really is.
Because when Ulysses C. Norman hears about her upstart company, he offers to make all of her business dreams come true. But does his generous offer come from the heart? Or does he have plans of his own?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
Genre:
Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length:
48,802 words
Rugged Savage Valley, Colorado 4
Edith DuBois
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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RUGGED FIRE
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RUGGED FIRE
Rugged Savage Valley, Colorado 4
EDITH DUBOIS
Copyright © 2012
Sebastian Carson flicked a piece of lint off his coat sleeve then put his hand on the bank door’s lock. Behind him, the trickle of the lobby fountain gurgled in his ears, and he took one deep breath. Looking back at his identical twin standing behind the marble teller counter, Seb waited for William’s nod. His brother watched the large analog clock on the wall at the back of the bank as the second hand jerked its way to the top of its rotation. At precisely 7:00 a.m. the signal came from Will, and Seb’s fingers turned the lock.
As he swung the door wide open, bright, gilded light came screaming into the bank. The sharpness of winter clawed at his throat as he breathed in the crisp morning air.
Savage Valley Bank was open.
Susan Copely pedaled past on her squeaky bike, a crimson scarf wrapped around her throat, its tail end flickering in the breeze behind her. She dinged the bell on her handlebar at him and waved. After she squeaked away, Seb looked up and down Main Street. There was no one. The town was lifeless as usual.
He closed the doors and went to unlock the bank’s side doors. After checking that Mrs. Sawyer and Mr. Todd were ready at the drive-through window counters, he checked to make sure the vault room and the office were locked while he and Will were in the front. On his way to join Will behind the teller counter, he asked Miss Grayson, their morning-shift teller, to straighten her nameplate. She wasn’t the most organized of individuals. She liked to keep her workspace cluttered with silly things. He couldn’t understand why she needed a picture of her dog, a cup with odd collector’s pens, or a dish with candy on her counter space at all times, but she possessed some odd notion about “personality.” As long as it didn’t interfere with her work, Seb could live with it.
“Another booming day for business,” Will said, his tone dry as he scanned the empty lobby and the street outside through the large windows.
“I have a meeting with Lianne Seward at eleven. That’s about it today.”
Will ticked a brow up in question.
“She’s related to the Strongs, a cousin I believe. She and Noah used to run around together.”
Will grumbled, and Seb nodded his agreement. Out of all the bear-shifter families, Seb liked the Strongs the least. They were rambunctious, rabble-rousing hooligans who had absolutely no concept of dignity nor notion of self-preservation. In fact, the elder brother Carter’s behavior had gotten so radical that Bohagande Young had stripped him of his ability to shift into a bear. Not that Seb particularly liked being a bear-shifter, but if he was stuck in Savage Valley for the rest of his life, it was one of the things that made his existence here somewhat entertaining.
“Wasn’t her mother the one everyone used to think was a witch?”
Seb nodded. “She probably was if she’s related to the Strongs.” Both of the brothers knew the rumors about women born into shifter lines. They were never born with the ability to shift, but they were sometimes given extra abilities.
“What’s the girl coming for?” Will asked.
“A small-business loan.”
Will snorted. “If she’s anything like her cousins…”
Seb didn’t need his brother to finish the sentence. In fact, apart from his ethical obligation to meet with her, he had no intention of giving her a loan. He would listen to her spiel of course, but in the end, he couldn’t in good conscience lend her the money she was asking for, despite her loose connections to the bear clan. Or perhaps
because
of that connection. He didn’t think it wise to trust anyone related to the Strongs with the bank’s money.
The morning passed in somnolent regularity until Mrs. Sawyer popped her head around the corner from where the drive-through teller worked.
“Mr. Carson?” She bit her lower lip, and her eyes darted away from his when he turned to look at her.
“Yes?”
“May I take my fifteen? Matt—I mean, Mr. Todd—said he didn’t mind, and if it’s okay with you?”
Seb glanced down at his watch. Lianne Seward would show up any minute for her meeting, and Will had just begun their morning paperwork in the back office. The woman had the worst timing.
“Yes, that’s fine. We can spare you.”
“Thank you so much, Mr. Carson. Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
“Don’t dawdle, Mrs. Sawyer.”
“Oh.” She let out an awkward giggle. “I’m sorry. Okay, I’ll just go then.” She darted back around the corner and, a few moments later, scurried down the hall toward the side door. Seb headed for the back office to let Will know she had taken her break when a woman entering caught his attention. She held the door open for Mrs. Sawyer. The two women hugged and chatted for a moment. Normally, Seb would have been perturbed at Mrs. Sawyer’s lack of urgency, but the beautiful woman had him distracted for a moment.
She had shiny golden hair piled up on her head with a small braid woven in. Her features were soft and dainty with only the gentlest hints of color on cheek and lip. She wore an overlarge beige sweater and tight brown pants. She looked like a winter waif of some sort.
Seb felt his cock stir as her petite nose crinkled in laughter. She hugged Mrs. Sawyer once more and then waved as the harried woman darted away. The young woman turned toward him and smiled. His cock jumped at the sudden attention. He had a brief moment of wondering where he had seen her when she full-out waved at him as if they were old friends.
“I’m sorry. Do I know you?” he asked as she approached.
“Sebastian Carson, you can’t be serious.” She laughed and shook her head as if they shared a joke, but when he didn’t join her, the easy laughter died down. Up close, he could see that her eyes were a startling shade of violet.
“Well, it has been a while, but I thought you’d at least recognize me.” The corners of her mouth, momentarily turned down, began to curl up. “You mean, you really don’t know who I am?”
He stared at her for a long moment, trying to place her face in his memory. Her voice had a familiar lilt and her laughter a familiar peal, but he shook his head. “Sorry, no.”
She held up her tan leather portfolio case. “Not even with all my meticulously prepared materials for our meeting this morning?”
“Lianne Seward?” he asked, struggling to keep his jaw from falling open. “You’re Lianne Seward?”
“Ahh, bells ring at last.” She laughed and thrust her hand out to him. “It’s good to see you again, Seb.”
He took her hand and could feel the fragility of her bones beneath delicate, warm skin as he shook it. How on earth had he never noticed how beautiful she was? Her cheeks glowed, and her smile was wide and beaming. She had such a slender, little frame. He wanted to pull her against him and give her all she wanted and keep her safe from bad things.
“So…uh…are we going to have this meeting right here in the hall?” She leaned in and looked around the lobby conspiratorially. “I was hoping for something a little more private.”