Private eye by day. Alpha by nature.
All her life, Kensi has dreamed of being an alpha werewolf. The trouble is, she can’t shift. And she’s tried everything: meditation, mind-expanding drugs, even squeezing real hard. Despite her lack of success, she’s not giving up. Her plan B? Offering her talents as a private eye to the Wild Pack. If she can locate their missing werewolf, they’re bound to support her claim to lead.
Dominant, stubborn and searing hot Drake is assigned to be her guide, and he’s just too damn good at his job. His hard chest bumps into her as he stalks her every move, while his mercury eyes watch her all the time, tearing down her defenses bit by bit. Maybe she got it wrong and being an alpha isn’t the only thing she wants.
But when the missing girl turns up dead, Drake’s story unravels. Putting her ambitions on the line, Kensi sets out to prove whether the man she loves is as innocent as she hopes—or as guilty as she fears.
About the Book
by Carmex Fox
The Wild Pack Book One
*Each installment is a standalone HEA with no cliffhanger.
Smart Heart Publishing
June 5, 2018
“You look spooked.” Drake lifted my chin. “Apart from werewolves, no natural predators run in the woods. Besides, I’ve got your back, princess. Thought you knew that by now.”
I swayed, not in body, but in mind. “Don’t call me princess.”
“But you are a princess.” Drake’s eyes shone a dark gray, the color of tarnished iron.
Dammit. He was all tease, no action. I inched toward him, keeping my breaths even.
He didn’t run. In fact, his mouth pulled into a hint of a smile.
The first touch of our lips was velvet, a caress that turned my legs into juddering limbs. A primal yearning raced through my length, leaving goosebumps on the inside of my spine. Why had I waited so damn long? If I’d been half as stubborn, we could have skipped the arguments and moved on to the dizzying, electrifying part days ago.
The tip of his tongue crossed the threshold, and my blood sped so fast it hummed. I’d been kissed many times, but never before had my stomach quivered this way.
Too soon he withdrew, but the gray of his eyes remained, watching. Waiting.
Was this real? Had I made out with Drake in the middle of a case? I leaned back, away from him, still trapped by the lingering memory. He hadn’t touched me, or gripped me and pulled me tight. Maybe I’d misread his look earlier. Maybe he wasn’t into me.
Where did that leave me and the job I’d come to do? First, I confessed that my focus was divided. Then, to prove my lack of professionalism, I kissed him.
Had I eaten stupid pills by accident?
“Okay. That happened.” I gave him an uncertain smile.
So much for being a confident alpha-to-be. My first words after my world had tilted upside down could have done with a polish.
“About time, too.” His voice held all the smoothness of smoky whiskey on ice. “Do you wish it hadn’t?”
Had he been waiting for a kiss? Then why the hell hadn’t he initiated it? Why hadn’t he participated with more enthusiasm? And why, for crying out loud, had he finished it so soon?
“It wasn’t professional, that’s for sure.” My tone remained steady—level and non-challenging.
He curled his fingers around my wrist. “That wasn’t what I asked. Do you regret it?”
As if I was going to fall for that old chestnut again. He was still testing me. A yes would sound like an apology—weak. A no would be an admission that I’d got it wrong, overstepped my bounds.
I painted on a cocky smile and colored it in with arrogance. “Regret is for idiots. I stand by my actions.”
“Good, because… Oh hell.” His mouth bore down onto mine like flint against steel.
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About Carmen Fox
USA Today Bestselling Author CARMEN FOX lives in the south of England with her beloved tea maker and a stuffed sheep called Fergus. She writes about smart women with sassitude and guys with an edge, and will chase that plot twist, no matter how elusive.