Storm Wellington wanted a baby more than anything. It
was why she stood outside a bar in an obscure little place called Black Town.
Still, her desire did little to calm her
apprehension, making her stomach twist almost painfully. With a firm grip on
the door handle of the bar, she pushed it open, taking a few steps inside. The
wafting smell of beer and cigarette smoke hit her. The low pounding beat of
heavy rock music thumped in time with her frantically hammering heart. Work, damn you feet. She moved further
into the dim interior, her gaze landing on the long black bar.
The plan was simple: to find a man, any man, willing
to have no-strings-attached sex with her. She understood men well enough to
know free pussy wasn't something they would easily refuse.
Hell, it didn't have to be a one-night stand; she
would be well on her way once the deed was done. If you counted the removal of
clothes into the equation, what, a whole five to ten minutes?
Be strong. Be confident,
you can do this. She'd been chanting this same mantra since she'd left home. She chose
this particular spot at random, by placing her hand over her eyes, then
circling her finger before jabbing it at the map on her desk. Fate had decided
to take her to Black Town after a quick internet search, finding it contained
just what she needed; an out of the way bar and a motel room surrounded by
native Australian Forest. It was a three hour drive, but the further away the
place, the better. She plotted various seduction scenarios, along with timing
her visit during the peak of her fertility cycle.
Storm quickly scanned the interior, noticing an empty
stage at the back of the room with a small space where scattered round black
tables were nicely complemented by sturdy looking silver and black metallic
chairs. She spotted the cricket bat mounted on the wall behind the bar. With a
boldly printed score chart: Bat- eleven:
Bar patrons- zero. Did they get a lot
of bar fights?
Her gaze roamed over the dozen or so bar patrons who
stopped their low chatter to turn and stare at her. She saw why the place
featured solid bar furniture. Each and every man in the bar displayed strong
broad shoulders, thick firm necks, chiseled, handsome features and solid
muscle. A mix of awe and wonder hit her as she realized none of them would
weigh in at less than a hundred and eighty pounds. Wow! She'd struck genetic
gold! As for the few women littered amongst them clothed in only simple jeans
and t-shirts, they were, without exception, slim, bright eyed and cover-model
gorgeous.
Storm drew comfort from the fact the men outnumbered the
women. Panic threatened to rise. What if none of the men found her attractive
enough? Not allowing herself to back pedal, she made her way to the bar.
Even if she was a far cry from the apparent beauties
now surrounding her and clearly challenged in the height department, being only
five foot three, her grandmother always taught her being neat and clean easily
made up for her plain features.
She ran her hands down her skirt to smooth out the
wrinkles. It didn't matter how she looked, because now was certainly not the
time to be second-guessing herself. No doubts, just forward and onward, to do
what she came here to do then get the hell out.
She moved away from the door. On reaching the bar,
she smiled at the bartender and noticed him watching her with a curious
expression.
"Can I have a coke, please?"
He arched an orange eyebrow. "Just a Coke?"
Alcohol was not on the cards tonight, even if she did
desperately want something to calm her nerves and loosen the tension making
nearly every muscle in her body ache.
"Yes, just a Coke."
The man reached under the counter, pulled out the
trademark bottle and plonked it firmly on the counter before reaching for a
glass and setting it next to her chosen beverage. Storm glanced down, digging
around in her purse to pay for her drink.
"This one's on me, sugar."
Storm looked up, startled, not having heard the man
approach. Remember what you're here for.
Storm plastered on a friendly smile.
"Um, thank you."
Exotic dark chocolate eyes regarded her with
interest; his rich brown hair haphazardly stuck out on his head as though he
used his hand for a comb. Handsome, like every man in the bar, he would do
nicely.
"I'll have a Coke too, Ted, just add a touch of
hair in mine," he said with an impish smile. "So what's a lovely
little lady like you doing in a place like this?"
Smooth. A touch cheesy, but sweet.
"Just travelling through. I've got a room at the
motel for the night before heading home tomorrow. As the signs on the highway
say, drowsy drivers die." Her pre-prepared lie came out easily.
"Well, I'm sure glad you stopped in, sugar."
His grin was seductive.
Storm giggled and felt herself blush; maybe this
wouldn't be so difficult after all.
"I'm Storm."
"Storm, I like that. Hamish Brown, at your
service, little lady." He offered his hand.
Storm allowed her smile to widen before slipping her
hand into his warm one. Yes, his services would do nicely.
In the heat of the
Australian Summer, Tinder Munro has been sent to an obscure little town, in the
Australian bushland, to uncover its secrets. What she never expects to
discover, is the devastatingly sexy Hawk Black, who seems very intent on
embedding himself into Tinder’s body mind and soul.
Hawk, Panther shifter and
beta of Black Town, volunteered to baby sit a Photojournalist, only to discover
the feisty red head his is true mate.
Now nothing will stop Hawk
from getting into Tinder’s life, and keeping her just were she belongs, with
him, in his arms. But when others discover the truth behind Black town, they
decide to make Hawk and Tinder pay a high price, in more ways than one.
Hawk races against time to
save Tinder, and keep the secret of Black Town secure.
Shifter twins,
Andy and Hamish, are shocked to discover they have to share a mate. A bigger
shock is in store for them when they finally track down their mate. But things
are not as they first appear.
Juniper is in
hiding form a vicious hit man by taking on a male identity. Opening her back
door she discovers a huge, brown panther. But letting the clearly tame, big cat
in, leads her to be kidnapped by two sexy brothers.
Juniper learns
there is more to the brothers than meets the eye, but can she take the risk of
placing her life and heart in their hands, or will her past hunt them down and
destroy them all?
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