Untamed

By Lauren Hawkeye

Celebrity archaeologist Cari Dunn is so over the Georgia heat, the red tape at her dig site, and the threatening messages left on her motel door. She just wants to dig, and the network just wants to keep her safe—with a bodyguard. She can't complain. Jasper Benjamin radiates raw masculinity that penetrates her to the core and ignites passion she's never felt. Too bad for him, she's not going to be easy to handle.

Lusting after the bodyguard shouldn't be so tempting, especially when her life is on the line.

The Uninhibited! 3-Part Serial is best enjoyed in order.
Reading Order:
Part 1 - Untamed
Part 2 - Unbound
Part 3 - Undone

• Language: English
• Publisher: Macmillan Publishers
• Release date: Jul 3, 2017
• ISBN: 9781640631274

Lauren Hawkeye

Lauren Hawkeye is a writer, yoga newbie, knitting aficionado and animal lover who lives in the shadows of the great Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada. She's older than she looks–really–and younger than she feels–most of the time–and she loves to explore the journeys that take women through life in her stories. Hawkeye's stories include erotic historical, steamy paranormal, and hot contemporary.

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Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Acknowledgments

About the Author

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2017 by Lauren Hawkeye. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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Edited by Jenn Mishler

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ISBN 978-1-64063-127-4

Manufactured in the United States of America

First Edition July 2017

To the Cat in my life, aka the amazing Cathryn Fox. You listen to me whine and you send me virtual wine—what can I say? I couldn’t do it without you.

Chapter One

Hot. Summertime in Georgia could be entirely defined by that one word—hot.

Sweat twisted down my spine as I entered the cheap little motel the network had booked. The shoot on the dig today had been grueling, and I was feeling it.

The icy blast of air-conditioning as I stepped inside the lobby was nothing short of heaven. I paused under a vent for a moment, casting a semi-embarrassed glance at the young girl working behind the front desk as I let the cool air dry the sweat on my skin.

She grinned eagerly in return, and I squirmed a bit at the attention. Digging Discoveries with Dr. Dunn, a reality show that followed me as I worked on different archaeological finds around the world, had earned me more attention than I’d ever imagined it would. I wasn’t Taylor Swift by any stretch of the imagination, but back in my second season, Ms. Swift herself had tweeted about her new guilty pleasure—aka, me. She might have included a cringe-worthy comparison to Indiana Jones, but even if it had embarrassed me, it had also launched my career.

When I went out in a city like New York or L.A., I attracted a minor buzz of attention.

In a small town like Meadow Ridge, Georgia, where we were filming now, I drew something a little more extreme. In this case, a bit of hero worship from a high-school girl who dreamed of leaving her small-town beginnings, much as I had.

So, yes, I was exhausted, and my inner temperature was set to molten, but I did my best to smile at her.

There should be some bottled water in your mini-fridge, she called after me as I finally, reluctantly, dragged myself away from the artificial breeze and trudged down the hall toward my room. I waved a hand in thanks, too weary from the day in the sun to respond more than that.

All I wanted right now was a shower. A nice, cool one, which shouldn’t be a problem, since the motel had sporadic hot water supply anyway. After that, I planned to lie naked on my bed until the air had taken my core temperature down from geothermal to bearable.

A splash of yellow caught my eye from halfway down the hall. I squinted—that wasn’t my door, was it?

It was. My steps quickened, the sound muffled by the worn green carpet as I hurried to see what the hell was going on.

BITCH, scrawled in yellow across the door.

What the hell?

Chapter Two

I reached out to touch the word, vivid against the worn wood of the door, but pulled back before I could smear them through the paint—the yellow spray was so fresh that it was still dripping.

I don’t understand. Stepping back, I looked over my shoulder, as though the person who had done this would still be standing there. Instead, the hall was empty, silent except for the quiet drone of a vacuum somewhere in the distance.

This… Surely this wasn’t meant for me.

My stomach clenched as I pulled away from the nastygram. Wanting it out of my sight, I took one step, then two, then almost ran back to the lobby.

Dr. Dunn? The girl behind the desk—I thought her name was Madison—stood up with alarm as I stopped in front of her desk, panting. Is everything all right?

Clutching a hand to my chest, I shook my head, holding up a finger to ask for a moment. I was