#TakeAPeek ~ Outfoxed by Love by Eve Langlais #KodiakPoint #Shifters

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Author: Eve Langlais

Title: Outfoxed By Love

Genre: Paranormal / Shifter Romance

Release Date: September 16th, 2014

Book/Purchase Links: http://evelanglais.com/wordpress/books/kc2

 

Description:

A bullheaded moose doesn’t stand a chance when a fox decides to make him her mate.

Boris left to defend his country still a boy. He came back a changed man. A damaged man.

But Jan still wants him.

A man of few words, Boris has a firm way of saying No, but a determined vixen knows he’s her mate. Jan has not had much success in getting her bullheaded moose to notice her, but all that changes when her life is put in danger.
Suddenly the damaged soldier keeps finding excuses to come to her rescue, but as far as Jan is concerned, her mate is the one in need of saving.
It will take some subtle maneuvering to outfox her moose into admitting he loves her, but this wily vixen is more than ready for the challenge. And if that doesn’t work, momma’s offered to loan her the shot gun used for her own engagement.

Welcome to Kodiak Point, where the wildlife might wear clothes, but animal instinct rules the heart.

#1 – Kodiak’s Claim

#2 – Outfoxed By Love

#3 – Polar Bared (November 4th)

Excerpt:

Okay, so Jan should have known better than to scare a man who’d served in the military. As soon as she hit his back, legs wrapping around Boris’ waist and arms around his neck, his body moved.

Boris clamped a hand around her forearm and yanked, flipping her over his head. She slammed onto her back in the snow, thankfully not atop jagged rock. But she shouldn’t celebrate yet.

Still reacting to her playful attack, Boris leaped atop her, pinned her to the ground, and pointed a gun at her head. At least he didn’t shoot her.

But boy, did he look annoyed.

“Hello, Boris,” she said with a bright smile. “Fancy meeting you out here.”

“What is wrong with you?” he yelled.

“Did I scare you?” she asked, not at all perturbed by the situation because, really, despite the violence of the act, this was the closest she’d gotten to Boris in years. And hey, he was actually looking at her. Not a point above her head. Or at the floor. Of course, his expression wasn’t exactly filled with happiness, but she considered it a start.

“Are you okay?” How grudgingly he asked.

She arched a brow. “Depends. If you mean am I hurt, then no, not really. Just a few bruises and scratches. But, as for frostbite… While I’ve been wanting to have you lie atop me for years, Boris Sobolev, I’d prefer a bed to a snowbank.”

He growled, which, considering he was a moose, made it pretty special. As usual, she drew the most ornery of responses out of the man and had for years, especially since he returned from the war. Unfortunately, for him, she no longer cared. She’d accepted the fact Boris would never admit they were fated mates, but it didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy needling him every chance she got.

“You are the most irritating—”

“—ly beautiful.”

“Annoying—”

“Yet utterly captivating,” she interrupted with a grin.

“Woman I’ve ever known,” he grumbled as he rolled off her to his feet. He held out a hand to help her up. Jan ignored it and lay there sprawled, naked and, yes, shivering, but the moment of frigid teeth chattering was worth it. Boris couldn’t help but stare at her.

Really stare. As in eyes-devouring, body-stiffening, definitely-noticing-she-was-a-woman stare.

It did more to warm her than a pair of cashmere socks would. Although, given he wouldn’t act upon the smoldering interest he forgot to hide, the socks would do her more good in the long run.

The moose took the term bullheaded to all new levels. From the moment she’d first met him, when Reid brought his new army buddy home on leave from the military, she’d known he was the one for her, and she’d thought he recognized it too.

During that short holiday stint, Boris flirted with her, and they even shared one long, delicious kiss goodbye as they exchanged a few whispered promises. But the man she dreamed of claiming was gone the next time he returned. Oh, he came back to Kodiak Point intact, no missing body parts even if he sported a few new scars, but the wounds in his soul had changed him.

Jan didn’t know the exact details, but she’d heard the rumors. Reid and others in his platoon, Boris included, got caught by insurgents. More than caught, they were held captive for months and, if the gossip was true, suffered torture.

Whatever happened, the boys who’d left with smiles and boasts of kicking rebel butt returned changed men. Grimmer men. The Boris she’d fallen for, the one who made her heart race faster, who ignited all her senses, lost his easy smile. Refused to acknowledge her, and when she confronted him and asked him about murmured promises spoken before he’d left?

“Things have changed. I’ve changed. You need to move on and fix your sights on someone else.” Bluntly honest. She could respect that, she just wished she could accept it.

But she didn’t want anyone else. Although she’d tried. No other man, human or shifter, ever made her pulse quicken, her blood warm, and, with a single kiss, make her just about cream her panties. Boris is my mate. Even if he denied it.

Lying splayed in the snow, wanton and naked, Jan couldn’t help but prolong the moment. When else would she get a chance to see this side of Boris, his eyes smoldering with fire, his need in plain sight? For a foolish moment, she harbored the hope he’d finally admit his feelings for her. Or act upon the arousal she could see. If only she could get him to kiss her, touch her, then maybe he’d—

“If you’re done trying to give your girly parts frost bite, you should think about getting dressed.” He turned away from her as he dropped his loaded backpack on the snowy ground. “I’ve got some spare clothes in here.”

Clothes? Only Boris would ignore her clear invitation and focus on the practical.

Well, Jan could be practical too. “What about a gun?”

He tossed her a look over his shoulder. “What the hell do you need a gun for?”

“To protect myself of course. There’s still at least one cougar out there hunting for me. I’d like something more than just my bare hands to fight him off with.”

“You’ve got me.”

Such a chauvinistic response. She rolled her eyes. “And what if he’s not alone?”

The cocky smile on anyone else would have made her laugh, but on Boris? She shivered. Even at his most menacing, the man oozed sexy.

“You are such a moose,” she exclaimed under her breath as she dressed in the clothes he’d brought, not hers but small enough to fit, except for the boots. Those required three layers of socks to stay on her tiny feet.

With the chill cut, her body covered, and her prospects for getting ravished nipped in the bud, Jan focused on the situation at hand. “What’s the plan?”

Without looking at her, Boris said, “We should either head back to where I left my truck. Or call in for someone to pick us up on sleds.”

He called that a plan? “What about the cougar who was trailing me? He’s still around here somewhere I’d wager.”

“What about him?”

“Shouldn’t we set a trap? Maybe take him in for questioning.”

Boris turned to face her, and his tone was mocking as he said, “We? We won’t be doing anything except getting your little ass back to town where it’s safe.”

“Safe? We’re under attack. Nowhere is truly safe.”

“Correction, Reid is under attack. You would have been perfectly fine if you’d obeyed orders and stayed put. But no, you just had to meddle and place yourself in danger.”

She planted her hands on her hips. “Well excuse me for helping out a friend.”

“You are not excused. You could have been killed,” he grumbled.

“But I wasn’t.”

“By fluke.”

“It wasn’t fluke that took out the guys following me,” she snapped, tired of him acting as if she were a useless girl. Partially her fault given she’d hidden her less-than-ladylike side from him all these years.

“You got lucky.”

She growled. She couldn’t help it. There was chauvinism, and then there was Boris. “I’ll show you lucky.” She stepped closer to him.

He frowned, but he held his ground as she invaded his space. “What do you think you are doing? I don’t have time to play games, Jan. We need to call Reid and let him know you’re safe.”

“Only once you admit it.”

“Admit what?” he asked with suspicion.

Admit you want me. Ha. Fat chance of that happening. One battle at a time. First things first. “Admit it was more than just luck.”

Before he could reply, probably something that would irritate her to no end, she disarmed him. Stepping close, she placed her hands on his chest, smiled up at him sweetly, watched his eyes cloud in confusion—and then hooked his leg and shoved.

Had she not taken him by surprise, it probably wouldn’t have worked, but Boris was so convinced she didn’t have it in her that her trick worked.

Down he went, her atop him. He landed on his back with an “oomph,” which might have had to do with the fact she brought her knee up against his chest to pin him. To keep him further off balance, she plastered her mouth to his.

Sweet electricity. Caught unaware, his lips were soft against hers, but nonetheless enjoyable. She almost forgot her main objective in the pleasure of finally touching him. Almost. But she’d spent too many years dealing with his moose-headedness.

She aimed the gun she pulled from his holster at his forehead and whispered against his mouth, “Bang. You’re dead.”

 

Find more of Eve’s great stories at www.EveLanglais.com

 

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