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Book 1 in Team Greywolf Series
*Book Title: Slade
*Series Name: Team Greywolf Book 1
*Book Author: Eva Gordon
*Release Date: January 22, 2016
*Publisher: Eva Gordon
*Genre: Paranormal romance
*Content/Theme(s): werewolves,
shifters, steamy sex scenes, M/F, special werewolf special ops/suspense
*Page number: 274 pages
Author Note: The Team Greywolf books
are complete stand-alone with an ending, but the series is a spin-off of The
Wolf’s Pet, Trilogy universe.
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Blurb:
Runt,
Cricket, is an honorary beta of Team Greywolf, an elite special ops branch of
the Lycan Intelligence Agency. As a member, she poses as a human and collects
forensic evidence. Because of her low rank, she is assigned in the
rehabilitation of Prince Slade suffering from morphogenesis after his entire
pack is murdered, and then his indoctrination as a member of their team.
Babysit a psycho, domineering alpha? Not on her watch. To complicate matters,
she lusts for Slade. Foolish. A runt can never take an alpha as a mate.
Slade
has two choices. Honor his murdered kin and serve Team Greywolf, or once
healed, obey King Conan and return to his territory with an alpha mate.
Complicating his decision is his relentless desire for the hot sexy little
she-wolf, Cricket.
Early
into his recovery, Slade and Cricket are sent to investigate missing
werewolves. An unstable werewolf seems hardly a match for a former Nazi
werewolf bent on bringing on Ragnarok, the destruction of mankind.
Can
they stop this evil regime, while conforming to pack law that forbids any
chance of them fulfilling their desire for each other?
Excerpt from Slade,
Book 1 Team Greywolf by Eva Gordon
Before Warner
shot him with the tranquilizer, Slade grabbed the doctor and threw him into the
chamber. Warner hit the wall with a loud thud. He whimpered and cowered in the
corner, no doubt fearing his patient would rip his throat out if he moved.
I won’t say I told you so. Cricket’s hackles rose, her fangs
extended and she growled, but waited for Rylee’s orders.
Rylee stepped
closer to him. “Stand down, Prince Slade.” Her claws extended.
With manic
strength, Slade grabbed Rylee by the shoulders and shoved her into the chamber
with Warner, then slammed the door shut.
Cricket dove
for the dart gun and shot him in the arm. In a flash, he lunged at her, and she
landed on her back with a thud, the wind knocked out of her lungs. Oof. Stunned as if knocked down by a
charging rhino, she dropped the weapon. Out of her reach. Mad Prince Slade held
her down. Each of his massive hands shackled her wrists.
Fuck. Cricket twisted and kicked, but the hulky man trapped her as if a
granite statue had fallen on her. She growled. Not smart. She should whimper
like a cub, but not at the cost of her pride.
Rylee banged
against the glass. “Harm her and you’re dead.”
Slade held
Cricket down and studied her. “How did you survive the change when many alphas
do not?”
Prince Slade’s
green eyes penetrated her. His strong alpha mind compelled her to obey and
answer.
Cricket fought
against his alpha mind control. How dare he intimidate her? Still, physically
and politically the alpha maintained all-encompassing superiority. She gulped.
“To be honest, I was too stubborn to die.”
“Even now, as
I hold you down, you do not surrender to death?”
“No.” She
closed her eyes, awaiting his lethal bite.
Slade released
her, and moved away. He sat on the chair and pressed his hand over his
forehead. “Let them out. I’ll try to cooperate, while my wolf is calm.”
Cricket leapt
up and opened the door.
Rylee and Dr.
Warner cautiously stepped out.
Cricket looked
back at the prince. He covered his large hands over his face as if despondent.
His sadness touched her heart. “Sir, do you mind stepping back into the
chamber?”
Slade nodded
and stood, towering over her. He turned and walked back in.
Cricket
couldn’t believe it. No werewolf had ever obeyed her like that. Was it the
sedative?
Rylee locked
the door and shot her a smile. “Good job.”
What did I do? “Thank you, ma’am.”
Rylee winked
at her.
She tilted her
head to the side. Unbelievable. Rylee knew all along if she let him out of his
cell, he wouldn’t harm her. Cricket wished she had as much faith.
Dr. Warner
released a long breath. “Prince Slade, do you accept Cricket as your pack
subordinate until you are well enough to rejoin pack society?”
I should remind him, it’s assistant not
subordinate. Cricket
opened her mouth to protest, but Rylee narrowed her eyes at her.
“Yes.” Slade
stared at Cricket as if she had any say. “However, I prefer my guest quarters.”
Rylee spoke,
“Just know, if we comply with your wish, we have to sedate you. Your wolf may
not be as cooperative.”
Cricket lifted
her brows. “I guess the dart wasn’t strong enough to knock him out?”
Dr. Warner
shook his head. “Not even close.”
“Very well. As
long as only Cricket sedates me,” said Slade.
Warner handed
her a thick syringe. “This will do the job.”
Cricket
snorted. “At least what I gave him calmed him enough.” Or drugged enough to listen to a runt.
“Not quite,”
said Warner.
“Huh?”
“Nothing calms
a wolf suffering from morphopsychosis or a better term, morphogenesis, more
than being around the lowest ranked wolf.”
Well, how convenient. The entire scene had been a test. Lucky for me they were right.
Rylee smiled.
“Don’t take it personally. Think of it as just another mission.”
Ouch. It was hard not to. They had used her.
Counting on her inferior runt status being an advantage. Wasting her talent, babysitting.
Rude. The team needed her. “Ma’am, I…”
Rylee growled
at her.
Cricket held
her tongue. “Very well.”
She entered
the chamber and approached the beast of a man, doing her best to act the
submissive wolf, but her tight lips telegraphed how she felt. Hate being here, your royal high ass-ness.
Slade narrowed
his eyes at the attractive runt as she stepped closer, holding the powerful
sedative in her small delicate hands. He sniffed her. Her alluring scent
reminded him of the sweet bloom of a rare wild rose growing on a bare mountain
despite the harsh weather. As a cub, he remembered a runt born to a beta
couple. The poor thing didn’t survive the winter. Not that he wasn’t loved,
cared for and protected, but apparently he had weak lungs and died of a virus.
Slade’s mother had told him it was better the runt had not lasted. The change
would have killed him anyway. He cocked his head. Yet, somehow, this fragile
female runt named after an insect survived into adulthood and the change. Most
intriguing.
Blasted Dr.
Warner. He was right. Being around a weaker wolf brought out his protective
nature and worse, made him feel calm, as if he needed to reassure her she’d be
safe with him. Not that his sorrow had vanished, but her presence took the edge
from his fierce wolf. Almost kept him human. Fucking frustrating. “Go on. Do
it.”
Cricket didn’t
cower, like a submissive wolf should, but frowned. “I need your exposed arm.”
Stubborn and
fearless. No wonder she survived the change. He dropped his robe and flexed his
bicep.
Cricket stared
at her feet. He smelled her arousal. She was petite, delicate, almost human,
not the type of female he dated. Besides, no one ever had sex with a runt, even
for fun. Still, something about her enchanted him. No doubt, part of his mental
breakdown.
She cleared
her voice. “If you don’t mind sitting.”
The feel of
her hand on his taut skin comforted him. So
soothing. He gazed at his personal submissive.
The sudden
sting of the needle hurt like hell. “Blast!” He growled.
“Sorry.”
Slade noted
the suppression of a smile on her perky kissable lips. Her manners, defiant.
Rude. He meant to stand and force her to bow, but blackness ensued.
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