Bryce Evans (26 page)

The Ashland Pack

The Trinity

Book One

Big Bad Alpha

Book Two

The Love of a Shifter

Once Forgotten Twice Loved

Book One

Coming Soon: Book Two

Shifter Justice

Co-written with Jana Leigh

The Perfect Reflection

Book One

Coming Soon: Book Two

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The Love of a Shifter Series Book One

By Bryce Evans

Ash sat on the plane, looking out the window, thinking about Nash.  She leaned her chair back trying to remember when she first met him.  Nash had been her friend since they were six years old.  They were best friends while they were in the orphanage.  Neither one of them had parents nor any family.  Ash treated Nash like a little brother.  She knew that Nash was special, too.  He was a werewolf, but she didn’t care.  Ash loved Nash as her family.  They stayed in the orphanage until they were both sixteen years old, and then they had run away together.  Ash couldn’t stop the bad memories as they flooded her mind as she remembered all the terrible beatings.

Ash told Nash she wasn't going to take the beatings any more so she asked Nash if he wanted to run away with her.  They had spoken about leaving before, but now Nash could tell Ash was breaking up inside.  The beatings were becom
ing more frequent, so Nash immediately agreed to leave with Ash, telling Ash that she was his family, and if she left, then he would leave too.  Ash knew that Nash would run away with her, but she didn’t want to assume anything, and she always wanted Nash to have a choice.  Nobody ever asked her opinion or gave her a choice on anything in the orphanage.  

They ran away from the orphanage one night after Ash was beaten because she didn
’t want to eat the beans they put on her plate.  She said they weren’t cooked all the way.  They beat her for giving her opinion on the food, telling her she should be grateful for receiving anything to eat since she was a ward of the state.  They always treated the kids like pieces of shit.  Ash was different, and the older she got, the more they noticed the changes in her.  She was also filling out faster than most girls were at her age.  Ash knew it was only a matter of time before something happened.  The security guards or male caretakers always made comments about her breasts and how much they’d like to see them.  They made Ash nervous when they were around. 

They ran away
together with only the clothes on their backs.  Ash always found ways to get them food or a place to live.  She knew how to find people that could help them disappear.  She had found someone to get them both a different identity.  They planned to use a different identity until they turned eighteen, and then they would go back to their original names because they would no longer be wards of the state. 

They worked odd jobs to stay alive and lived in rundown shacks where people didn
’t ask any questions about their age.  Ash was street smart, and she knew how to hustle to get them whatever they needed.  She would always come home with a new shirt for Nash or new shoes, always taking care of Nash’s needs before her own.

When their eighteenth birthday
s came around, they both decided to use their real identities.  They also had someone check to see if the orphanage ever reported them missing, they never did.  They didn’t care about them.  They knew they were different and wanted them gone, but they continued to collect a check in their name.  Apparently, nobody from the state checked either.  This was why Ash wanted to be a police officer.  She wanted to help kids like her and Nash.  Give them some hope and a friend to listen to them.  She would be an advocate for the young runaways and the older generation who just needed a friend. 

When Nash turned nineteen
years old, he started to apply to the states in alphabetical order to inquire about living family members and after applying to the state of Colorado, he received a hit. He knew it was a slim chance to find anyone, but he was always optimistic.  He found out he had family who was looking for him.  He learned he had a cousin who was an Alpha of the local werewolf pack in Freedom, Colorado, and owned the Meadowland Lodge.  Larken Wilder was his name.  He wanted Nash to come live with him and his family.  Ash knew that Nash wanted to belong to a family.  He asked her to come with him to Colorado, but Ash wanted to become a detective.  She wanted to make something of herself.  She wanted to belong to something that helped people out.  Ash needed to help people and kids like her and Nash.  She had a soft spot for runaways and wanted to make a difference.  Ash didn’t feel right leaving with Nash when he was going to meet his biological family.  Ash wasn’t a blood relative, and she didn’t want to interfere with Nash finding the happiness he deserved.

Shifter Justice Book One

By Jana Leigh and Bryce Evans

Missy jerked her head to the right hearing footsteps.  She looked at the door when she
saw someone walking down the dark hallway.  When he got further into the light, Missy couldn’t believe it.  What was he doing here and why was she tied to a table?

“
Ah, I see you have finally woken up.  It wouldn’t have been any fun if you had slept through it.  Do you know who I am?”

Missy
’s eyes narrowed as he came up beside the table, putting his hand on her arm, rubbing up and down.  She grimaced as she felt his touch; fuckin’ bastard was going to pay for touching her.

Missy finally found her voice,
“Look, we had some good times, but this is going too far.  Let me loose now and I will leave.”  His answer was moving his hands further down her chest, finding her breasts, and squeezing them hard.

“
I am going to give you freedom.  You have cheated; when you came on to me, I could see it.  Your mate would not be happy to know you are with me right now, would he?” he said and laughed at her discomfort.

“
Hey stop, and let me up.  NOW!” she yelled.

He finally looked down at her and smiled.  He walked over to the table and pulled duct tape out of a bag.  Then he cut off a piece of the tape and walked back over to Missy.  She was watching him closely and when he got closer, she knew he meant to put the tape over her mouth.

“HELP…”  Missy screamed.

“
I am going to help you, show you the error of your ways, so when you meet the devil you can fully accept what you have done wrong.  And give him a message for me, will ya?  I am sending someone special to him soon, he needs to be ready for his gift.”  The Redeemer laughed, held up the knife, and looked down at her.

Taming Team Ten Book One

b
y Jana Leigh

“
Hey,” the large man who was driving said.  “We are supposed to meet the foreman of the ranch.”

Slone grinned and looked at the men who were slowly lining up.  Alex was slow to get there but ended up at the end of the line.  Slone walked to him with a grin and held out his hand. 
“Alex, welcome home.”

Alex looked up stunned, and then he recognized his childhood friend and grinned. 
“Slone?”

“
Yeah, I am your knew foreman, in charge of teaching you SEALs how to be cowboys,” Slone said with a chuckle and Alex grabbed his hand and did the one arm hug.

“
Shit, man, I was gonna call you when I settled in.  The dads said you were somewhere in Wyoming, I figured we could meet up.  This is awesome, they didn’t tell me,” Alex said with a laugh.

“
When they called me, I said I would be honored to help out, quit my job and hightailed it here.  I beat you by a week,” Slone said and looked down the line at the rest of the men.  “Hey, I am Slone Brate, the new foreman of the Second Chance Ranch, and you are Thane, Gage, Mason, Drake, Jessie and of course, Alex,” he said, naming each of the men correctly.

“
Stalker?”  Jessie asked and looked at him suspiciously.

“
No,” Slone laughed.  “Just making sure I know who I am supposed to be teaching.  Dallas and Noah filled me in.”

LC stepped forward and held out his hand. 
“Yep, you can call me Thane.”

The others did the same and Alex felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.  His friend would help teach them ranching, and the men could decide if this was what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives, or if they just wanted a piece of land to retire on.  With their VA retirement for medical reasons, they were able to at least have some money coming in to help pay for things, and since none of them had lived in the country in the last few years so their pay had stacked up to a nice tidy sum. 

“The big house has enough bedrooms for all of you,” Slone pointed.  “Let’s get you settled and then we can talk, then I can give you a tour of the ranch and we can start first thing in the morning.

All of them nodded and looked around curiously but followed Slone into the large house.  There was an older woman and man in the foyer waiting for them.  They all looked at Alex who shrugged. 

The woman smiled and with tears in her eyes, she walked to each of them and hugged them saying as she did, “I am Louise, the cook and housekeeper, and this is my husband, Timothy, who is a handyman and wrangler that is going to help you out.  Welcome home, and I am so happy you are all here, if you need anything you tell me.  Now, I have a nice pot roast and potatoes, green beans and a nice chocolate cake for you.  When you are ready, come down, and I will get your favorites written down.”

The men looked stunned and accepted the woman
’s hug, and then mumbled in return.  They weren’t quite sure what to do about this show of emotion.  It just wasn’t what they were used to.

“
Thanks,” Alex said and looked down to the floor.

Her husband walked up, stuck out his hand, and said gruffly,
“Welcome.” 

Alex looked at the older man warily and shook his hand.  It was firm, and the look of understanding crossed the older man's face and Alex looked at the others as they followed, and he saw the kindred spirits all relax with the man's handshake.  This was the right move, Alex knew it.

The Blessed Five Series

Book One

By Sasha Parker

Ari's plane landed and she headed over to baggage claim to find her suitcases.  As she stepped onto the escalator, she felt as if someone was watching her.  The feeling was strong enough that she covertly glanced around her to see if she could spot someone.  When she could find no one taking an interest in her, she continued toward the carrousels that were winding around the large section of the airport that was baggage claim.

As she stood at carrousel number two waiting for them to unload the baggage, she again had an uneasy feeling.  The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she looked around the large room, pretending to be bored.  She still couldn't see anyone that looked out of place until her glance landed on him.  Her tongue almost fell out of her mouth as she watched him stalk, yes stalk, toward her.  He was just over six foot tall, his body lithe and fit.  He moved like water, flowing instead of walking.  His hair was long brown, secured at the nape of his neck.  She felt her panties get damp just by watching him.  Their eyes met in a clash, his were a warm brown and very slumberous.  When his serious expression broke into a grin that made him look more like a god instead of a man, she realized she was staring and looked away.

She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he walked toward her and then passed her to stand further down at the same carrousel.  She hadn't seen him on her flight but maybe she had missed him. 
Doubt that
.  She could see the jeans he was wearing were snug and fit him like a glove.  His t-shirt was tight on him, defining his strong arms and muscular chest.  She could imagine running her hands over his torso while she ran her tongue over his...her thoughts were interrupted suddenly when the carrousel started to move with a loud buzzing noise.

Bags started falling down a chute and landing on the belt going round and round.  She saw one of her bags come down and pulled it off quickly.  Then she waited for her second bag.  She waited and waited.  Most everyone had gotten their bags except for her, a family of four, and Mr. Hottie.  She was almost ready to give up and go to report her bag lost when more bags started to drop down.  The family got theirs and walked away as she saw her second bag fall onto to the belt.  Just as she went to reach for it, a strong masculine hand grabbed for it as well.  She turned to tell whomever it was to let go of her bag and saw it was Mr. Hottie.  He pulled her bag off and set it down between them.

"Sorry, I thought it was my bag, luv."  God, he had to have a great voice too didn't he.  He had that sexy, Irish lilt that always drove Ari crazy.  Ari even glanced around, sure she would find a beautiful, blonde bombshell coming in the door to greet him.

She didn't see anyone and realized he was waiting for a response.  "Th-that's okay, but its mine."

He glanced back at the empty carrousel and shrugged.  "Ach, well, I guess mine is gone again.  Not the first time.  Can I help you out with yours?"

Ari didn't think it was a good idea to go anywhere with a strange man, but this guy, well she would go anywhere.  Her gut instinct told her he was okay but she still was cautious.  "I'm just going over to the rental car kiosk to pick up a car.  I would appreciate the help."

He smiled a big smile, picked up her bags and gestured for her to walk ahead of him.  She did so, making sure she swung her ass just enough to get his attention and not so much that she looked like a hooker.

He strode up to walk beside her and asked, "Is this trip for work or for pleasure?"

Ari smiled at the corny line and answered, "I grew up here.  I'm back to visit family."

"How nice for you.  It's always good to go home," he said as they reached the kiosk.

Ari nodded.  "Thank you so much for your help, Mr...?"  She held out her hand.

"Just call me Reilly, luv.  It was a pleasure to bask in your beauty, Miss or is it Mrs.?" he said slyly as he took her hand in both of his.  She felt a tingle run up her arm.  He turned her hand over and kissed her palm.

"It's Miss.  You can call me Adrianna," she said with a full smile.  She pulled her hand back but could still feel the burn of his kiss in her palm.  She noticed when he leaned down to kiss her hand that a medallion twinkled in the sunlight.  It was obviously old and had some sort of ancient writing on it.  It mesmerized her for a moment until she felt his lips on her palm.

He nodded and turned to walk away.  "Until we meet again,
go n-eírí an bóthar leat
."
. 
With that parting old Irish saying, blessing her trip, he left.

She watched him walk away, admiring the nice sway of his ass.  Yep, he had just the right amount of sway.  Her appreciation was interrupted by the agent behind the desk asking her if she was there to pick up a car.  She turned to her and nodded as she dug in her bag for her identification.