September Doves (Jackals and Vipers Duet #1)

by Emmerson Hoyt

Why does the Lord put such horrible things in such nice-looking packages?

“Where are we going?” “Do you trust me?” “Not at all.”

Colton must sense my panic because slowly he slides his hand from my mouth down to my neck. Oh fuck. A hand necklace? Jesus, that’s even hotter.

“That’s not the reaction I expected with my hand wrapped around your neck, Tiger.”

“So, you’ve lied to the sheriff, you partied with the townies, and now you’re at my bar? You trying to make a life here, Tiger? Or just trying to weasel your way into mine?”

“How many of those have you had?” “Just the one.” I lift an eyebrow. “Why?” “I want to make sure you have a clear head when I ask you to leave with me later.”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night at the rest stop. All that strength. All that fire. Your brazen, idiotic disregard for your own safety when you risked pissing off a dangerous stranger because you thought someone was in trouble and needed your help. I thought I could ignore this feeling. I thought I could ignore you. But I can’t.”

My stomach flips, unable to decide if I’m angry or turned on by Colton’s sudden appearance and overbearing attitude. Is it possible to be both?

I’m coming to learn that sometimes a found family is even better than the ones we’re assigned at birth.