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Buttoned-up Corporal Kaitlyn Amador is dangerous on every level. As a human, she poses a threat to Marine Captain Jax Raymond’s special Force Recon unit. Though the team has a reputation among the other recon units, only their commanding officer knows their secret. As a woman, the danger posed is entirely different. Jax can survive the temptation for only so long before his wolf takes over and pursues what it wants.

Military intelligence specialist Corporal Kaitlyn Amador is the first woman in the Marines to be assigned to a recon team. And everyone’s watching her. Her mission? Not only prove herself worthy of her place in the group, but uncover the mystery of why Bravo Team is so successful. A mission that gets more difficult every time she’s near Jax…

Excerpt of When Danger
Bites

Captain Jasper “Jax” Raymond leaned his
motorcycle into the turn. The wind ripping past him filled him with a sense of
exhilaration, and the engine’s roar satisfied a more primal urge, the growl
echoing that of his inner animal. His wolf.
Heading back to base after leave always felt a
little like shedding his wild freedom for a leash. Not his favorite analogy.
Fortunately, Jax liked the other wolves assigned to his squad.
Training and fighting together had forged them
into a cohesive team—a team he ran. At home, he was just a wolf, a member of
the pack, a strong dominant with only his family to protect and his alpha to
follow. When his alpha had asked Jax to serve and protect the pack, Jax had
risen to the occasion. Leading had never been his goal in life, but now on base
he was the alpha, and he was
responsible for all of them.
As he came out of the curve, he zipped past an
SUV on the side of the road. It took his mind a few seconds to process why the
car had halted there. The vehicle had a flat tire and sat almost drunkenly in
the grass off the blacktopped edge. A woman in full dress uniform had the rear
of the SUV open and was reaching inside, presumably for the jack.
Slowing the bike, he checked the road behind
him. No oncoming vehicles. He turned the bike around and headed back. No way an
officer in Class As should be changing their tire on the side of the road. The
fact she was a woman might have played into his desire to render aid, but
mainly, he was in jeans and a T-shirt. If anyone should be getting dirty, it
was him.
Parking the bike in front of her SUV, he shut
off the engine then dismounted. “Afternoon, ma’am.” He kept his tone polite.
Uniform or not, he was a big guy, and politeness went a long way to setting
strangers at ease.
The officer in question stepped out from behind
her SUV and eyed him. His wolf went on point the moment their gazes collided.
She was gorgeous. But more, her deep, whiskey-brown eyes had a fierceness to
them. His wolf recognized that ferocity, and it filled the man with the need to
respond. The point of Class As was to provide a severe, if uniform, look to all
officers and enlisted. From her buttoned-up jacket to her formfitting skirt,
she proved alluringly female. The dark tan of her skin reminded him of a
bronzed statue, but a hell of a lot warmer. Her dark hair held the promise of
red where the sun struck it, but she had it all confined into a serviceable
bun.
The image of freeing all that hair and satisfying
his curiosity about the color and the texture flashed across his mind’s eye.
Wolves were tactile creatures, and she was so damn put together. Reminding
himself her bun wasn’t a ball of yarn and he wasn’t a cat didn’t a do damn
thing for the mental suggestion.
“I’m fine,” she said, her clipped tone perfectly
polite. The chill in her voice jerked him out of his gawking. “Thank you for
stopping.”
“I’m sure you are…Corporal.” He zeroed in on the
bars on her uniform. “It would be a shame to get the uniform messed up,
especially since I’m right here, and I’d be happy to change the tire for you.”
Her brows raised a fraction, and the corners of
her lips tightened. They were full, pretty lips with only the barest hint of
gloss. Maybe she’d licked them? He liked the lower lip; it was plump and
completely kissable… Why the fuck am I
leering at her like some dumbass?
Pretty.
Yeah, his wolf had rather basic standards.
“I appreciate you making the offer, but I really
can handle it.” Dismissal hung in her tone as she returned to the rear of the
SUV, but a quick grin softened the sting. “Really, I can…” Were those last
three words for him? Or herself?
She paused then blew out a breath.
One part of him said to leave it alone. If she
thought she could change the tire without fucking up her uniform, fine. She was
a big girl. The rest of him vibrated with the need to overcome her objection
and take care of it for her.
The wolf won; it usually did in moments like
this. Human or not, she was a Marine. It didn’t matter that he served because
his alpha had asked for volunteers, he’d been a Marine for five years, and he
had two more years on his contract. He’d always been a wolf, and the wolf would
always win.
For all intents and purposes, the Marines were
his pack. He wouldn’t leave a packmate to change her own damn tire, would he?
Not when he was right there. The big question hovering in the back of his mind
as he cleared the rear of her vehicle was, did he make it an order since he
outranked her, or did he go for charm?
“You have trouble listening?” she asked him as
she pulled the jack out and set it to the side. She had on a pair of work
gloves. He admired the choice, but they clashed completely with the uniform and
were a hell of a long way out of dress code. If she had the misfortune of
encountering a senior officer—like him—she could get in trouble.
“No trouble at all, ma’am.” Hoping a smile and a
bit of a coaxing tone would charm her out of her reticence, he grinned. The
temperature hovered somewhere in the mid-80s. Perfect for a ride on his bike,
even better for hanging out to have a cool drink, but standing there in the sun
while she changed the tire would have her sweating through the uniform. “If
you’ll forgive me for not just leaving you here on the side of the road, I
would be honored to render assistance. My mama would take my head off if I let
you tell me no.”
Instead of being impressed, she gave him a
sideways glance. “You’re not southern enough to pull off the mama, and I don’t think she would take your head off.”
Jax blinked. It was rare for anyone human to
call him on one of his stories. The other wolves could smell a lie, but humans?
They generally went with it. His mother had told him once he had a face made
for sin and a mouth to go along with it—or at least to get him out of trouble.
Reclaiming the jack, she chuckled, and the sound
teased along his spine like a caress. Following her, he wanted to growl when
she squatted with care. She wore three-inch heels. Perfectly within regs, but
the fact she could squat so gracefully in them did wonders for his libido.
“Sorry, friend. You can’t bullshit a bullshitter.”
“Huh.” The wolf might want to pet her, but the
man liked her. “Fair enough. My mother would kick my ass, though.” And then
some. His mother had taught him to hunt—she could track circles around his
father.
“Somehow, that, I believe.”

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