Lindsey's Wolves

Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright © 2012, Becca Jameson. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

Lindsey just finished college. She is supposed to start teaching this fall. At least that’s the plan, before she meets a sexy Spanish god named Alejandro and falls head over heels for him.

Alejandro just came to the U.S. to help out on the family dairy farm. He runs smack dab into Lindsey at the grocery store and immediately realizes she is his mate.

Add to the mix, Ryan. He lives on a neighboring farm and happens to stop by Kara’s where Lindsey is showing off her new man Alejandro.

Alejandro and Ryan are stunned and none too happy to realize they are both mated to Lindsey. Lindsey, who was raised in a fanatical religious sect, can’t even begin to wrap her head around a threesome, and that’s before she finds out they are shape-shifting wolves.

While the three unsuspecting lovers attempt to come to terms with their unexpected life changes, Lindsey’s childhood church amps up their attempts to bring her back into the flock. Why won’t they leave her alone and what do they want? The answers are shocking and the results could be life-changing for everyone.

To all my readers who demanded a sequel to Kara’s Wolves. I hope you love this one as much as the first.

“I met someone.”

“Lindsey, that’s great. Where? When?” Kara’s voice held the excitement Lindsey had expected.

She switched the cell phone to her other ear and took a deep breath. “At the grocery store, yesterday actually.”

Kara laughed. “The grocery store? How romantic.” Her voice dripped sarcasm. “What’s his name?”

“Alejandro.” She tried not to make it sound too dreamy, but it was hard to even utter the name without doing so.
My friends call me “Alex,”
he’d said, but with his sexy accent and looks, Lindsey couldn’t even think of him by that nickname yet.

“Alejandro? Is he Hispanic?”

“Spanish actually. His family owns a vineyard in Spain. Moved here a few months ago to join his cousins on the family farm.”

“Farm?”

“Yeah. Strangest thing. That’s part of why I called. Alejandro’s aunt and uncle own a dairy farm not far from where you are. Isn’t that a coincidence? I thought Trevor or Justin might know them.”

“That
is
crazy.”

“Yeah, what are the chances either of us city girls would meet a man who owns a dairy farm? Let alone both of us.”

“What’s his last name? I’ll ask the guys if they know him.”

“Ramos, but his cousins have a different name. It’s his mother’s side or something like that. Thompson.”

“Hmm, doesn’t ring a bell. But I don’t know all the neighbors. I’ll ask. So, you just met him yesterday?”

“Yes, it was a long day. Suffice it to say, my ice cream melted … in the cart.” Lindsey laughed.

“Seriously? You just stood in the aisle talking to a guy?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Lindsey inhaled before continuing. “Listen, Kara, I was hoping you could tell me what it was like when you met Justin, and well Trevor too, I guess. Did you know he was the one right away?”

Kara paused too. Lindsey could hear her breathing over the line. “Lin? Is this serious?”

“I guess. I mean, it seems like it. He … sort of knocked me off my feet. And I believe it was mutual. Do you think it’s possible? I mean to just run into someone in a grocery store and then feel like … like you’ve known them forever?”

“It’s possible. Yes.”

“Did you?”

“Yes, but—”

Lindsey didn’t give her a chance to finish. “It’s just so weird. I haven’t ever felt like this before. You know, giddy.” She tried to repress another chuckle.

Kara didn’t. She laughed. “Maybe he’s the
one
. When are you seeing him again?”

“Seven. Dinner. Kara I want you to meet him. I don’t know anyone else who could possibly think this wasn’t just too weird. Including me. My hands are shaking just thinking about it.”

“Because you really like him? Or because you’re scared?”

“Both.” Kara was one of the few people who knew a lot about Lindsey’s past.

“Sounds about right. When I met Justin … well, you were there.”

Now it was Lindsey’s turn to laugh, hard. “Yeah, you’d known him for what? Eight minutes before Jess and I found you guys playing tongue hockey against the outside wall of Boot Scooters?” She couldn’t keep the mirth from her voice. “You were dazed after that, and you still are. That’s why I called. I need you to tell me what you felt. Tell me I’m not crazy.”

“You definitely aren’t crazy, Lin. And … I don’t think I can quite describe how I felt. Warm. Happy. I couldn’t stop smiling. Remember when you guys were helping me get ready for our date the next night, and you made me wear that slinky dress? I thought I’d die. It so wasn’t me. But, man did I feel sexy in it. And it was worth the look on Justin’s face. And Trevor’s.”

“Did you meet Trevor that night?”

“Yep. I didn’t realize the implications at the time, but yeah. He was at the house.”

“I guess I’ll have Jess doll me up tonight like we did you. Wish you were here.”

“Me too, Lin. Hey, why don’t you bring him by later, after dinner?”

Lindsey shuffled back and forth. She couldn’t keep her feet still she was so wired. “That would be awesome. You could confirm if I’m crazy or not.”

“I can confirm that right now. You aren’t crazy. I’m sure it’ll be fine. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll have the guys check him out. Ask a few questions. Surely, someone knows him, or at least the family he’s living with.”

“Thanks, Kara.”

A familiar knock sounded at the door, sending a chill down Lindsey’s spine. Three firm raps. “Shit.”

“What’s the matter?”

“The Bible Trio is here again.” She peeked through the edge of the curtain on the front window to verify her suspicions.

“Jeez. They’ve been by there a lot lately, haven’t they?”

“Yeah, guess they are really intent on saving my soul. They won’t take
no
for an answer. I’ve stopped opening the door. It’s the end of my summer break. In just a few weeks I have to start working and enter the real world. I don’t need them constantly putting a damper on my good times.”

“I’m sorry, Lin. Ignore them. They’ll get the hint one of these days.”

“Thanks, Kara. I know they’ve been a pain in your and Jess’s butts over the years too. I appreciate your support.”

“No worries. Think about your date tonight instead. And stop by whenever you want. We’ll have drinks or something. I’ll make a dessert.”

“Perfect.”

“And, Lin, don’t worry if you can’t make it. I’ll understand. If it just seems too weird, or you’re having too much fun, just don’t show.”

“’Kay. Wish me luck.”

Lindsey stood in front of her full-length mirror and couldn’t believe the vision in front of her. “Is that even me?” she asked Jessica.

“It’s you, all right. A little more makeup than usual. A few curls in that long straight hair. A tight dress. And
voila
.” Jess sat cross-legged on Lindsey’s bed, leaning forward over her knees with her chin on one hand. “You look to die for.”

Lindsey wasn’t sure. “Is it too much? I didn’t look anything like this when I met him. Maybe he likes his women a bit more … plain.”

“Girl, you never look ‘plain,’ so that can’t be true. Even without makeup, hair in a ponytail, wearing sweats, you look like a tall cover model.” Jessica ran a hand through her own short locks. “Wish I had your long, thick hair.”

“Are you kidding? I’d kill for your sophisticated style.” Jess always looked put-together, even first thing in the morning. Her short, dark hair with blonde-tipped highlights always appeared salon perfect. Multiple dainty diamond and hoop earrings added to her glamour.

“Whatever.” Jess raised her eyebrows.

“Well, thanks for the ego boost.” She twisted and turned to see the back of the dress. “Is it too short?”

“No. Stop worrying. It’ll be great.”

“Yoga pants, by the way.”

“Huh?”

“I wasn’t wearing sweats yesterday. Yoga pants.”

They both laughed, and then Jessica turned serious. “I almost forgot to tell you. Those people came by again yesterday. I had words with them.”

“Shit. Yesterday too? They were here this morning again. I didn’t open the door. What did you tell them?”

“I said you were out and that you weren’t interested. And would they please stop calling and stopping by.”

“Not that it’ll do any good, but thanks.”

“No problem.”

The doorbell rang.

Lindsey turned around with a gasp. She shook all thoughts of her unwanted visitors from her head. Tonight was her night and she wasn’t about to let her past ruin even one second of her future. “He’s here already. Mr. Prompt. I’ll never be able to keep up with that.”

“Stop worrying. He isn’t taking you out because of your timeliness. He likes you.” Jess jumped up and headed for the front door. “How ’bout we let him in?” Her chuckle echoed as she sped down the hallway.

Lindsey took one more look in the mirror. Jess had, for the last hour, painstakingly helped her arrange her normally pin-straight hair until it now cascaded around her face in ringlets. She did look good, she had to admit.

Who cares? It’s just a date
. Why did it seem like so much more?

Her dress was skimpy, by her standards, and black. Too short, but heck, you only live once. Hopefully, he’d find her long legs sexy.

Having very few occasions to wear heels, Lindsey carefully turned and stepped from the room, doing her best to avoid the piles of rejected clothes lying all over the floor. Hopefully, Alejandro wouldn’t want to see her private space. She’d die of embarrassment right now.

When she came around the corner, she sucked in a breath at the sight of Alejandro’s firm, sexy ass encased in perfect-fitting, black pants. The muscles in his thighs and butt made her want to squeeze them with her hands … or her legs…

In less than a heartbeat he turned to face her, a huge smile on his face, probably from something corny Jess had said to entertain him.

“Lindsey, you look gorgeous.” He stepped toward her, which was convenient since her legs seemed to have stopped working. She was frozen in the hallway several feet from him.

His gaze traveled the length of her, not ogling, but admiring, as he advanced. Lindsey stared at his handsome face. His soft brown hair was filled with blond highlights from the sun and it hung slightly too long, the thick waves swaying across his eyes. Perhaps he needed a trim, but she loved it that way. It was incredibly sexy the way he tossed it away from his eyes as he leaned into her.

Startled by his unexpected proximity, Lindsey continued to hold her breath.

Alejandro casually reached for her elbows with his warm hands and leaned across first her left and then her right cheek, breathing a kiss over each.

Ah, you idiot. He’s Spanish. It’s a greeting, you dolt
.

Chills coursed down Lindsey’s skin from her neck clear to her feet. She gritted her teeth to avoid outright shivering at his touch, his scent. He smelled like summer, a hint of tropical sunscreen under the soap he’d showered with. And his hair, all those glorious locks, caressed her cheek as he pulled away. Whatever shampoo he’d used was perfect for him, a very masculine almost outdoorsy scent.

Lindsey cleared her throat, hoping her voice wouldn’t squeak whenever she was finally able to say something coherent. “You too.”

You too? Is that the best you can come up with? A degree in education with an emphasis in English and the best you could utter was, “you too?”

“
Gracias
,
mi alma
.”

Whatever
mi alma
meant, she loved the way it sounded rolling off his tongue. He’d have her any way he wanted if he kept using that sexy Spanish voice.

What was she thinking? She needed to slow down a bit. No way was she ready for an intense relationship. Her body was getting ahead of her mind just by his proximity. Sure, her shrink would tell her to go for it. Let loose. Move on with her life. But could she really do it? Could she slough off the first eighteen years of her life after four years of counseling?

“Are you ready?” His eyebrows rose in question, his palms still wrapped around her elbows, seeming to cover half her arms in their gentle warmth.