Deal with the Enemy, A
Hunted by her vindictive ex and his obedient pack of lethal followers, Flame knows that her life hinges on escaping her pursuers. But her only salvation may lie in her ability to make a deal with the most deadly werewolf in all of Cambria.
It’s been six years since Flame spent a searing night of passion in the arms of a young werewolf general, his future full of promise and potential. Now, six years wiser, Flame is running from a history that isn’t just haunted by mistakes and bad choices, but it’s hunting her with a vengeance. With her life and that of her young son’s in the balance, she needs to find a way of escaping. Her future though, may lie with her past. But the young werewolf general has grown, and those arms that once held her tight are now known only for the destruction they cause his enemies.
Wolf Romadoche has a deadly reputation for being one of Cambria’s most lethal werewolf leaders, and if she wants his protection she’ll have to make him a deal. Tell him all of her secrets at any cost. The hardest secret to tell of all though is the one she should have told him six years ago…
Published: June 2014
Length: Epic Novel
Word Count: 102,978
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, June 2014
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Looking up from where she was sitting, Flame watched as Wolf stole silently into the room. He didn’t make a sound and he didn’t need to, his presence was announced just by the shift in the atmosphere that he created. Just by being here, with his self-assured authority, his quiet strength, and his brooding gaze, he made it impossible to be ignored. The man was silent power in its simplest form.
He leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms over his strong chest as he watched Chase and several other boys as they ran after each other, racing around the room. They squealed and screeched as they tried to outrun one another, panting as they laughed and gasped for breath in their raucous game of tag.
“Hi, General!” Chase announced breathily as he raced by.
Wolf chuckled, ruffling the youngster’s dark hair as he rushed out of the door, chased by the others who were in hot pursuit down the hallway. He turned his head subtly, listening as the sound of children laughing faded into the distance. His gaze slowly returned to the room, pinned on Flame. She smiled, watching him silently.
He blinked, appraising her without a word. It had been several weeks since she had nearly frozen to death, and he was glad to see her feeling better. She was as stunning as ever. The cut on her forehead had healed and faded, and her skin was as warm as it always had been. Not even being on the edge of death could steal a hint of her beauty away. It was as if she had never been sick. He frowned, puzzled. She was too beautiful for a man like Tomah, so how did she end up with him?
“Flame, I want to ask you something,” he said softly, watching her eyes shift across his face. “How did you meet Tomah?” It seemed strange, since the Jukara Valley was so far from here.
She blinked, surprised by the question, but answered it nonetheless. “He was traveling with Bear, Ivy’s mate.” She inhaled. “Ivy was my best friend, and when she lost her family in the wars she came to live with me for a while. Bear came to visit her, and he introduced me to Tomah.”
“What made you decide to leave with him? Why did you agree to be his?” He said the last sentence as if it were a foul taste on his tongue.
“I was pregnant at the time.” She blinked solemnly at the floor, biting her lip for a moment. “Somehow he managed to convince me that I was never going to find another man who would want a woman with someone else’s child, especially a man with his rank and standing. He made me believe that his was the best offer I would ever have.” She sighed, looking up at him as she straightened. “I was young, and I was an idiot for believing him. By the time I realized that, it was too late.”
Wolf frowned. “What about Chase’s father? Why didn’t he want to be involved?”
Flame stared at him, motionless. She swallowed again, nearly choking on her own breath this time. She had been prolonging this for so long that now the truth seemed impossible to tell. He had caught her off guard, and now she felt like she was scrambling to get a hold of her mental wherewithal.
“His father didn’t know about him,” she finally rasped, barely getting the words out.
He tilted his jaw slightly, and his soft umber eyes drew over her. “Why didn’t you tell him?”
Her jaw dropped with unspoken words. Suddenly she looked scared, as if she wanted to bolt. Her eyes reached around the room, desperate for something to settle on, anything but him.
Flame cleared her throat, feeling clammy as horror raced into her blood. How was she going to make him understand? He was going to hate her for not telling him. He was going to hate her for keeping Chase from him. But what if he didn’t believe her? What then?
“Wolf, I—” She swallowed uneasily, losing control of the situation that she had so long rehearsed in her mind. “We were from two very different worlds. His family was very prominent, mine flew under the radar, and that’s how my Alpha leader preferred it.” Absently she scratched her arm, desperate to find a way to tell him the truth without hurting him, and yet knowing there was no way. “Besides, I’m sure he wasn’t ready to settle down or to be a father, and I was okay with that. I knew if I had to I could raise my child without him.”
“How long were you together? Did he have any idea at all?” He pressed curiously.
She shook her head, feeling the dryness in her throat. “Wolf… It was one night. I never saw… I mean, I didn’t think I would ever see…”
“Who was he?” He pressed again. Flame shook her head dismissively, and he growled this time, demanding an answer. “What was his name, Flame?” She refused to look at him.
Wolf’s haunting eyes narrowed. He looked down, lost in thought. Suddenly he spun on his heel, heading down the hall. Flame jumped up, darting down the hall after him. Tears had sprung to her eyes.