Desiree Holt | USA Today & Award-Winning Author

Branded by Lust

Night Seekers, Book 4

Logan Tanner is on a mission to track down the legendary Chupacabra. Part of Night Seekers, a group of former law enforcement members who’ve lost loved ones to the terrifying devil beast, Logan will stop at nothing to find and eliminate the threat. Until a complication arises—a sexy complication by the name of Rebecca Black, a recent addition to the team, equally determined to kill the monster wreaking havoc in the Montana wilderness. Bound by purpose, neither Logan nor Rebecca are prepared for the red-hot chemistry between them, the lust that’s turning into love. But hunting the Chupacabra is dangerous work…perhaps a task too dangerous for their passion to endure.

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Logan leaned back in the well-upholstered seat of the luxury jet, the expensive engines a muted hum in the background. He allowed himself a brief look at her, enjoying the image of her relaxed body.

I’m sending Rebecca with you.

Craig’s words still echoed in his head. It had taken every bit of discipline to keep his face blank and simply nod. Did he want her with him? Oh, fuck, yes. He wanted her in Montana with him. By his side. Next to him. In his bed.

Not on the assignment sheet, Tanner.

But he couldn’t ignore the fact that from the moment he’d met her, when he and Sophia landed in Maine, his cock had been sending him messages. And the more he worked with her, the more he got to know her, he realized it wasn’t just lust that was gripping him. Although that was certainly a big part of it.

No, it was a lot more than that. He’d never believed you could make an instant emotional connection with someone. A person who filled a place inside you that you hadn’t even known was empty. But then he’d met Rebecca and he knew deep inside himself that being alone with her in Montana would be a real challenge.

On the other hand, what if she felt the same way? He’d caught a look in her eyes once or twice, a certain smile, almost a silent message. Did she feel that same connection? That same electricity that fried every one of his nerves? Was he misinterpreting things because he wanted her so badly?

He watched her now, her eyes closed, catching a short nap after the whirlwind of preparations, racing for the helo and hauling ass so the jet could take off. Her soft honey-colored hair curled about her face and fell to her shoulders. Thick lashes hid eyes that he knew were a brilliant emerald green and there was a tiny dimple at the left side of her sensuous mouth that winked when she smiled.

She’d removed her jacket before buckling herself into her seat and the dark-green sweater she was wearing draped softly over full breasts that his hands itched to cradle in his palms. Her legs were stretched out, feet resting on the opposite seat, and he could see the line of her nicely rounded hips and slender legs beneath the soft wool slacks.

In Maine, they’d been so busy with the killings he hadn’t had a chance to really pursue the situation with her. He’d hoped after they got back to Desolation Ranch and were debriefed he could take a couple of days of down time and fly back to Presque Isle. Look her up.

When Clint and Sophia had announced their plans to marry, he realized Rebecca would be coming to Texas for at least a few days. Then Craig told them he’d invited her to join the team and the opportunity Logan had been looking for presented itself quickly.

He hated the fact that another body had been added to the count. But he also was aware it was bound to happen until they found the master lair of the creature, the humans they were beginning to realize were behind it and completely eradicated everything. Until they did they’d be following its trail, as they were doing now.

Tracking the beast was their number one objective. Since the killings in Maine, the team had pulled out the maps of previous sites and studied them, coming to some conclusions about area and distance. He hoped this would help them when he got to Montana. With each killing site they gathered a little more information.

But even though this was a top priority he knew he couldn’t disregard his feelings for Rebecca. He had to be very careful because if he was misreading the signs he’d be stuck in a situation that would be uncomfortable for both of them. Business first, as always. But others on the team who’d been sent on assignment had managed to find their mates. He was hoping for the same thing for himself.

He shifted in his seat, the sudden constriction of his jeans against his cock and balls uncomfortable. If he didn’t get himself under control pretty soon he’d end up in the bathroom jacking off and how low-class was that? Besides, as far as he was concerned this was about a lot more than sex. He’d have to bury the wolf and his animal instincts pretty deep to approach this properly.


Desiree Holt
November 12, 2016
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