Savage Rescue

By Shelli Stevens

PIA agent Terrance Hilliard receives a call while vacationing in New Orleans—he’s been ordered to rescue Aubree, his brother’s sister in law. The woman he’s never been able to forget ever since he first met her as a lonely, pregnant teen.

Aubree is being held hostage by her fiancée, a charming but ruthless shifter in their community, who will do anything to keep her silent after she witnessed his dark side. When he takes away her young daughter, Aubree's loses all hope. But it returns in the form of a man from her past. One who vows to rescue her, and who may just capture her heart in the process.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shelli Stevens
• Release date: Jan 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311532183

Shelli Stevens

Shelli is a New York Times Bestselling Author who read her first romance novel when she snatched it off her mother’s bookshelf at the age of eleven. One taste and she was forever hooked. It wasn’t until many years later that she decided to pursue writing stories of her own. By then she acknowledged the voices in her head didn’t make her crazy, they made her a writer.Shelli currently lives in the Pacific Northwest with her daughter where she writes various genres of romance. She’s a compulsive volunteer, and has been known to spontaneously burst into song.

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Chapter One

Sunday morning was quiet on Bourbon Street. At least it was when you compared it to the night before.

Still groggy from last night, with his arms folded beneath his head, Terrance stared at the ceiling of his hotel room.

He’d already been out once this morning to run down to Café du Monde for some beignets. Bourbon Street had been almost deserted, with the unpleasant smell of all kinds of sin being hosed off the sidewalk by some unlucky worker.

After picking up the breakfast, he’d strolled along the river, itching to do much more than walk, but knowing just how damn impossible it was.

Staring at the ceiling fan circling lazily, Terrance frowned.

The urge to use up some vacation time and fly to Louisiana had hit him hard a couple of weeks ago. He’d assumed it was just from being in hard-core work mode for so long. The idea of coming down to Louisiana—almost his second home—and partying it up Mardi Gras was too tempting.

But three nights now he’d partied. Three nights he’d been left with an unexplainable restlessness. When he’d first arrived he’d met a pretty, albeit shallow, southern girl and they’d hooked up.

Her first time with a black man—she’d told him that little fact mid-orgasm. Which had seemed a little tacky and unnecessary.

Overall the night had been pretty damn unremarkable. Then again sex with anyone lately had gone that route. He’d figured a trip to NOLA would shake things up for him.

Wrong.

His mouth twitched into a small smile as he remembered her parting words that he’d been ‘an animal in bed’. She had no idea.

New Orleans might be famous for its voodoo, rumored ghosts, and whispers of all things paranormal, but he was pretty sure shapeshifters were under the radar.

They did exist here though. They existed everywhere. Most of the world just didn’t know it.

Just thinking about it made the wolf inside him itch to come out. His skin tingled with the need to shift, and even now his fingernails started to grow into claws.

Clenching his teeth, he used the same discipline he’d used back in high school to keep down a hard-on and forced the wolf back inside him.

Two days without shifting, and he was going a little crazy. Back in the Pacific Northwest, there were plenty of places to run. Plenty of forests filled with trees. Plenty of ways to indulge his animal side without alerting the clueless human population.

Here in the middle of the French Quarter, it was a little harder to hide who he was.

So why the fuck had he come? The partying was nowhere near as amazing as he’d remembered it five years ago when he’d been twenty-one.

Maybe he was just getting too old for the party scene.

His cell buzzed on the table, and he reached out to grab it.

This is Terrance.

Morning, Hilliard. Hope I’m not waking your hungover ass.

Terrance sat up in bed, his brows drawing down. Agent Larson, his boss at the P.I.A.—Preternatural Investigation Agency—was calling him this early on a Sunday? While Terrance was supposedly on vacation. What the hell was going on?

No, Sir, I’m wide awake. No hangover. He paused. Something up?

Yeah. The amusement fled Larson’s tone. Would you be willing to cut your vacation short? I need you on something.

Adrenaline, customary for any new case, filled his blood. Already got a flight booked home today, Sir.

Cancel it. You just happen to be in the right place, at the right time.

The hairs on the back of Terrance’s neck lifted. I’m listening.

Do you remember Agent Masterson’s younger sister? Her name is—

Aubree. His sister-in-law’s little sister.

The image of her