Mistletoe Kisses
Westmore Wolves, #5
by Erzabet Bishop
Genre: Erotic PNR,
Shifter, Holiday
Date of
Publication: December 1st 2016
Publisher: All
Romance eBooks
Cover Artist: Erin
Dameron Hill
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Mistletoe
Kisses (Westmore Wolves, #5) . . .
Shifter
or not and a gargoyle makes this a holiday to remember. Jess has her own set of
issues. She just wants to enjoy the holiday with no fuss and be out the way.
That was until her brother decided to assign yet another bodyguard for her
protection. She does not want protection.
She was a feisty little spit fire. That had more going on then was
presented.
I
wanted a deeper look into both Jess and Thorne. I felt that their story could
have been explored in a full-length book instead of a novella. With my bias,
out the way. This was a good read that had you asking questions, exploring
passions, and checking out the connection of those around the couple.
BLURB
With some gifts, it’s
all about the unwrapping...
Jess looks forward to a holiday season of
saving puppies and working at the shelter. With her new sister-in-law taking
over the Yuletide Gathering, it’s run for the hills or wind up covered in
glitter. What she doesn’t anticipate is her brother lining up yet another in a
long string of bodyguards. She might be a wolf who can’t shift, but that
doesn’t mean she needs anyone’s protection. When things heat up during the
festivities, she finds herself face to face with the one man who just might
hold the key to her heart.
It was supposed to be a two-week Ops for
ridding the world of hybrid wolves, not a babysitting gig for the spoiled
sister of the Westmore Pack Alpha. But when Thorne sets eyes on the curvy
brunette, he finds a fierce beauty with a soft interior just begging to be
tamed, and he’s just the gargoyle to do it.
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Thorne sat across the desk from his
new employer and tried unsuccessfully to shake away the incredulous feeling
gnawing at his gut. He’d come to Westmore with the understanding that this
would be a two-week Ops mission to locate and destroy the violent hybrid wolves
he’d been hearing about. They a role to play in his father’s death, he was
certain of it, and now he could finally get the answers he was seeking and kill
a few in the process. But, as he sat across from the Westmore Pack Alpha, he
found himself staring at the man, completely disbelieving his ears.
“That wasn’t the job.”
“I want her protected.” Thorne met
Carrick’s eyes, and Thorne struggled to hold in his frustration. This was why
he’d been brought to the famed Westmore Estate? The Alpha was legendary for
taking down his predecessors with nothing but brains and his own two hands…but
to suggest he babysit a female? He was no one’s nanny.
“You want me to be a bodyguard? For a
woman?” Thorne sputtered and erupted from the chair, stalking to the window. He
kept one eye on the comings and goings outside and another on the man behind
the desk. Thorne had come at night, as requested, to see the estate at its most
vulnerable. What he hadn’t expected was to be insulted.
“Not just a woman. My sister. And the
job is a trial period for two weeks.”
“And after?”
The Alpha thrummed his fingers on the
desk. “We’ll talk about that if you’re still here.”
What the hell was that supposed to
mean?
The door opened and another man
entered, closing it behind him. Thorne eyed the man and waited to be
introduced. The pinched look of the other man’s mouth and worry lines in his
face indicated he cared about this woman. Interesting.
“Where is she?” the Alpha demanded.
“Probably at the shelter again. She’s
not in her room and the guard at the front gate said she took off around eight
this morning. Something about an adoption drive at Barks.”
“Thorne, this is Reid, my second in
command.” Carrick ran his hand through his mane of dark hair and frowned.
“Jesus, she knows I want her to be careful. I keep telling her to quit, but she
won’t listen. After what happened with that fucking dragon…”
The other man, Reid, unconsciously
rubbed at his arm.
“You were injured.” Thorne stepped
away from the window and moved deeper into the room. He could sense their unease.
Perhaps something more was happening here than met the eye.
“I was.”
Dragons? Now that was interesting.
“I was told there were hybrid wolves.”
“Originally, that was the contract.
Yes.” Carrick rose from the chair, came around the desk, and leaned against it.
“But we’ve come to find out that the previous alpha may still have some support
out there.”
“A dragon?” Thorne raised an eyebrow.
Dragon kind and Night Wing gargoyles were not on friendly terms. Territorial
disputes in his homeland had made them natural enemies. But here? That would
remain to be seen. Not that he would mind tangling with one.
“An old bastard of a firefighter, too.
Seemed like he was setting more blazes at the end rather than putting them
down.” Carrick’s lips thinned and his jaw clenched. “He endangered the life of
my mate.”
Thorne considered the Alpha carefully.
“If you’ve rooted him out, then why am
I here?”
“He’s not the only one,” Reid bit out.
“We know there are more out there. What remains to be seen are when and where
they choose to rear their ugly heads.”
“Why don’t you go to them?” It seemed
a simple question, but the shuttered looks from the men in front of him stopped
the suggestion before it could go any further.
“The Yule Gathering is coming and I
want no complications. Likely as not, there are more of them out there and I
won’t take a chance with my mate, my sister, or my pack. I spoke with your last
employer and he said you were the best, most unobtrusive operative he had.”
“I am.”
And Thorne could find the creatures
the Alpha sought. All he had to do was give the command.
Thorne wasn’t boasting. It was the
truth. People paid for his work and paid him well.
“Good,” Reid snorted. “If you’re
tailing Jess, you’re going to need it.”
“Is she your mate, this…Jess?”
“No.” A shade of pink crept up the
sides of the other man’s face. “More like…a sister, if you want to know the
truth.”
The Alpha sighed. “And she’s
stubborn.”
“Yeah…”
The two men glanced at each other, a
pregnant pause filling the room. Any information withheld could jeopardize
Thorne meeting whatever goal they had in mind.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“Her last bodyguard didn’t make it
longer than a day.” Carrick closed his eyes, a twitch of humor playing at his
lips.
This ought to be good.
“May I ask why?”
“He, ugh…went up in flames.” Reid
coughed, but underneath the sound Thorne was certain he heard a note of
laughter.
Flames?
“What did she do, torch him?”
“Not exactly.” Carrick cleared his
throat and turned his face away in what Thorne was sure was an effort to compose
himself.
Were they hinting he couldn’t handle a
woman? It didn’t sound like she needed protection in the least.
Thorne’s lips curved up in a humorless
smile. “If she’s such a force of nature, then why the protection? I thought
your females were fierce.”
Reid met Carrick’s gaze and the Alpha
cleared his throat until his second glanced away, his eyes finding Thorne’s.
“Tell him.”
“She can’t shift.” The Alpha sighed.
Reid crossed his arms over his chest.
“Won’t shift. There’s a difference. She can but she doesn’t want to.”
“I don’t accept that.” Carrick pushed
off from the desk and went to the window.
“Well, you’d better start. You and I
both know that bastard damaged her. She may be strong for a female, but her
wolf is broken,” Reid replied, his tone filled with frustration.
Thorne’s stomach lurched at the
thought. To hear that her beast had been harmed was unacceptable. War with men
he understood well, but not females. Women being abused made his skin crawl.
He’d seen much in his line of work, but that was one thing he would not
tolerate. It took a good bit of doing to squelch an animal. He should know.
“What happened?”
“You’ve heard what took place here?
What the previous alpha did? The atrocities and the genetic experiments?” Reid
asked with a bitter twist of his lips.
“I have. The overthrow of the previous
regime was unavoidable. Your prowess in battle is legendary.” He nodded to
Carrick in a show of respect. He’d found the main source but some of the
tendrils remained. And he fucking wanted to tear out the rest of them by the
roots. That was why he came here.
Reid shook his head. “That’s not what
I mean. He took them…the girls. The women. He…”
“Stop.” Carrick’s voice was strained
and his stance was tense. “We don’t need to hash out any of the details.”
He didn’t.
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Author Info
Erzabet Bishop has had a love affair with
books since she first started reading. Just recently, she discovered that
writing naughty stories was even more fun. She lives with her husband,
menagerie of dogs and a mountain of books she is sure will crush her one day in
her sleep.
You can find Erzabet on Facebook, Pinterest,
and Goodreads. Follow her updates on Twitter: @erzabetbishop and her erotica
blog.
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