Protection of the SEAL Wolf (Navy SEAL Wolf Shifter Romance)

By Emma Taylor

Elizabeth Darley is a gorgeous accountant living a sedate life of numbers and going home alone. She's always liked it that way. But one day she becomes attracted to Kurt Landan, her ex-Navy SEAL neighbor. He is handsome and seems nice. She just has no idea how to approach him.

Then trouble at work turns into a dangerous, life threatening ordeal and she goes to Kurt for help. She discovers that this strong, handsome man has an incredible, horrifying secret. She has no choice but to accept his bizarre existence because she has no one else she can go too.

A sexual encounter with him risks complicating matters, but then the trouble she is running from catches up to her. She is completely out of her depth yet has no choice but to place herself under the Protection of the Wolf.

*** Standalone short story, no cliffhangers. ***

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Taylor
• Release date: Nov 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386975724

Emma Taylor

Emma Taylor is an avid reader and vivid writer who enjoys writing romance novellas, particularly in fantasy and paranormal subgenres. She wrote her first story at the age of 14 and has written continuously ever since, mostly for fun. She is now happily married to a wonderful man and has two great kids.

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Protection of the SEAL Wolf

Chapter 1 – Big Trouble

Elizabeth Darley leaned back at her desk and pushed her glasses up to rub her eyes. She was having a hard time concentrating and she didn’t know why. Her lips twitched towards a smile. She knew why. Her neighbor was the distraction on this lovely, late Friday afternoon. He lived in the apartment next to hers and he was incredibly handsome. She would talk to him a little in the hall outside of their apartments and last weekend they shared a table in the deli on the ground floor of the apartment building. She blushed a little remembering her less-than-stellar conversation. Elizabeth was not a people person. She was more comfortable with numbers than people. Especially a person like her neighbor.

His name was Kurt Landan and he was a Navy SEAL. Or he was an ex-Navy SEAL. He had been discharged two years before and now worked in an auto shop down the block from the apartment. He had black hair at that stage where it was too short to put into a pony tail but too long to do anything with, shaggy and wild. He had strong features and a black goatee. His eyes were the soft green of new leaves, the same as hers. Elizabeth had never bemoaned her social awkwardness until she had met him. Before Kurt she had been able to go through life ignoring people, and living her solitary life.

Elizabeth was a beautiful woman with the sort of voluptuous body that was the stuff of most men’s dreams, if they were lucky. Her hair was a bright blond, long and luxurious. She usually kept it in a ponytail to keep it out of the way, unless she was at home; then she would wear it loose. She had a heart-shaped face with flawless skin and her little glasses actually added to her looks instead of detracting from them. She knew she was considered beautiful in an abstract way and she would have had to be an idiot not to notice the looks she sometimes got. She just never paid attention to the attention. It did not interest her. Now though, she wondered if Kurt might be interested in her. Elizabeth shook her head at the ridiculous notion and sat forward to finish her work. The sooner she got done the sooner she could go home and order her traditional Friday night pizza.

She was having trouble pulling up the charts she needed and realized she did not have the right shipping numbers. She got up from her desk and tugged her blouse down; it always rode up the back. She grabbed a clipboard and went looking for the information. She said ‘hi’ to the secretary and went down the hall towards the warehouse. She walked in and stopped. Her boss, Mr. McNeil, was talking to a big, beefy guy in a suit who did not look right in a suit. He looked more like a blue collar bully to her. On the table in front of them was an open box. She could clearly see the shipping number on its side, but more than that was the stack of cash on the table. They both stared at her. The big man in the suit was looking at her in a way that made her nervous immediately.

Sorry Mr. McNeil. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I will talk to you later, said Elizabeth, quietly. She backed out of the warehouse and went back down the hall. The shipping number was from the same account she was having problems with and now she knew why. She went into her office and sat down, not sure what to do. She may not pay close attention to the world around her but she knew when something was wrong, and potentially dangerous. Elizabeth decided to leave early.

She packed up her briefcase and put the file that was the problem in it. She was not sure why, but it felt like the right thing to do. She grabbed her sweater and put it on; she had her briefcase, glasses were on. Good, she thought. I am ready to go. She breezed out of her office saying goodnight to Celia the secretary.

Have a good weekend. The paperwork Mr. McNeil wanted is on his desk, she told her. She received a wave in return. As Elizabeth pulled away from the curb in her little Volkswagen she could see her boss in the rear view with the big guy in the suit, pointing at her as she drove away.

Uh oh, she murmured to herself as she drove faster. She made it home and ran upstairs. Elizabeth was not sure what to do. She knew something was wrong but she was not sure what. If she went to the police with saying she saw cash and a wonky account, she was sure they would laugh her out of the precinct. She needed to understand it more. And she could not do that here since she felt they may come looking for her!

She ran to her room and began throwing things into a duffel for a few days away. She could go away, study the file and look in to the company on the file. Then if there was anything she could present to the police, she would go to them. She did not know why the whole thing seemed so wrong except for the cash and the big guy in the suit. He scared her and she wanted to feel safe and not scared. She could not think clearly when she was scared.

She decided to change out of her work clothes, and put on jeans, a t-shirt, a blue blouse and tennis shoes. Then she went