The big break Trudy Hollander’s small accounting firm needs has finally arrived, but unfortunately it comes with murder, mayhem and Kristof Farkas, a man she just can’t seem to resist. Even worse, Kristof is the CFO of Dark Wolf Enterprises—the one person who can pull the plug on the job that will take her company to the next level.
And then there are the assassins who can jump from three stories up and still be able to run away…
Kristof has no intention of giving in to his inner wolf and claiming Trudy. She’s human. Too fragile to withstand being a shifter’s mate. But the need to protect her is stronger than his resolve, and his desire is more powerful yet. He’ll fight with everything he has to keep her safe, both from those who would hurt her, and from himself.
About the Author
A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies.
Excerpt By ©A.M. Griffin
Kristof is some kind of freak and he’s being attacked by wolves. She was god knows where with god knows who.
She could be killed out here and no one would know how to find her body.
Her gaze shifted to the cockpit door. They could kill her.
She scrambled to the back of the plane and flung open the closet door. On the top shelf was the metal box Kristof had told her about. Grabbing it, she pulled the box down. The handle slipped in her sweaty palms and hit the floor with a crash. The contents spilled at her feet.
She spotted the flare gun immediately. Grabbing it, she ran back to her seat by the window and aimed the gun at the cockpit door.
While she waited for the pilots to come out, she continued to watch the fighting below. One of the wolves was down, leaving Kristof to fight the other two. She peered at the cockpit door. Still shut. Then back to Kristof. One of the others wolves was now limping badly.
Kristof snarled and grabbed the uninjured wolf by the neck and shook him. The wolf went limp and appeared to be more like a rag doll than anything else. Kristof stopped and opened his mouth. The wolf he held there fell to the ground in a lump. The only wolf left stood his ground. Both he and Kristof growled and circled each other until, finally, the injured wolf seemed to realize this was a losing fight and scampered off into the darkness.
Standing alone, Kristof let out a long howl at the night.
Trudy pressed her face to the glass and looked left to right, trying to see if she spotted any more of the other wolves.
Kristof ran off, to where she couldn’t see.
He’s leaving me.
The thought ripped through her mind. Then an instant later, another thought eased the first.
He’d never leave me. I belong to him.
She’d no time to pick apart the last thought because, on the next blink, Kristof—the wolf—was standing outside of her window—watching her.
She knew it was him and not some other wolf, she felt he was hers. Their eyes locked. A part of her wanted to shrink away under his stare, but the other…wanted to claim him.
The cockpit door creaked open and the pilot peered at her. Yelping she raised her gun and aimed. Screaming, he shut the door before she could fire off a shot.
“Come out here and I’ll kill you! Do you see what happened to your buddies?” Her hands shook as she aimed the gun.
She was going to die. There was a man-wolf killer outside and a pilot-kidnapper in here.
Another glance outside and Kristof stood, as a man, watching her. A naked man. A wonderfully naked man.
She shook her head.
“Trudy. Open the hatch. I’m coming back up,” He yelled out to her.”
Was she supposed to let him back in? He hadn’t said that.
She chewed on her lower lip, waiting for an answer she couldn’t think of. If she opened the door would he attack her? Was he a rabid beast who couldn’t control himself?
She shook her head. “No. You said not to open the hatch.”
“I meant don’t open the hatch for them.”
“Since I know your secret are you going to kill me now?”
“Don’t be silly. It’s cold out here. Open the hatch.”
Should she let him back in?
“Are the pilots still alive?” he asked.
Her gaze shot back to the cockpit. “Yes. But not for long,” she yelled, loud enough for the pilots to hear.
“I’m naked and it’s about thirty degrees out here. Can you please let me in?”
“Wh-what about your super-human heating abilities? Aren’t you supposed to be so hot that’d you’d melt snow?”
He cocked his head to the side. “This is not a young adult story. I’m freezing my ass off.”
“If he kills me I’m going to be so pissed,” she mumbled to herself.