Exile: Shifter Country, #1
By E.L. Thorne
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This is a closed door, clean, supernatural suspense, coming of age romance. The language has been toned down and the books have been specifically reworked for those who do not particularly enjoy open door romances.
Rachel Kane's recovering from a broken heart. And she's broke. She's flat out broke and homeless since she found her boyfriend in her best friend's arms in the home that he and Rachel shared. A home he owned, so of course, she's out on her ear now. She's got an invitation to take an opportunity that takes her out of state and pays for her living expenses.
Maybe some clouds do have silver linings. She'll take that offer to go to Nevada and study mustangs.
Luke Everhart's got one thing on his mind. Being left the hell alone. He's been exiled from his pack—and that's just fine—and now makes his home near Iron Flats Mesa on the Virginia Range in Nevada. He gets along great with the mustangs that make their home there, and they're the only company he needs. In fact, he's their self-appointed guardian, protecting them from some of the ranchers and government bureaucrats who want to manipulate disrupt their freedom. And wouldn't you know it, there's a certain woman who's been skulking around, checking out the mustangs, making notes, riding a damned UTV all over the range. He knows she's from the government, and he has zero trust for the Bureau of Land Management. He's wreaked havoc on their expeditions before. Little Miss Hot Researcher has another think coming if she believes she's going to be able to turn in any research on his band of horses.
How's Rachel supposed to complete her job when she's harassed by wolves and a hunky, muscular, blue-eyed, dark-skinned hottie who doesn't want to do much more than grunt his responses and howl at the moon?
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Exile - E.L. Thorne
Luke’s Prologue
Iron Flats Mesa, Virginia Range in Nevada.
I’m Luke Everhart, wolf shifter, exiled, and all-around piece of shit—if you were to ask the bastards that used to be my pack. I settled onto my haunches in my wolf form, which I preferred these days. There was no reason to do otherwise. It wasn’t like I talked to anyone. Or did anything. I stayed in my wolf form. Hunted in my wolf form. Ate while in my wolf body. Slept in my wolf body.
Well, I sometimes did shift into my human form and skulk around Crooked Arrow to see if I could see my sister Mellie. Also a shifter, mated to the alpha of the Crooked Arrow pack. No, she hadn’t been exiled. Just me. She’d been a good little wolf shifter and tucked tail and did as she was told. My wolf lip curled in disgust, revealing incisors that could—and had—torn to bits any foes I’d encountered.
I didn’t hold it against my sister. I didn’t expect her to side with me. After all, she had a child with the alpha of the pack. So, of course, she wouldn’t go against the grain. But that sure as hell didn’t mean I had to follow suit.
Rachel’s Prologue
Houston, Texas.
I juggled my keys and my latte and my bag and today’s mail from one hand to the other. It wasn’t bad enough it was damned near 100 degrees in Houston, and the AC in my car was on the fritz. But now my hair was windblown and a mess, I was sure, and my face was probably red as the dickens after the drive in five o’clock traffic down Montrose. Traffic would be a generous description. Because of a fender bender, freaking Montrose Boulevard was a damned parking lot.
And my iced latte was sweating up a storm in my palm, slick as hell, threatening to spill while I tried to get the door open. Where the hell was my boyfriend? Couldn’t Michael hear me out here fumbling? His truck was in the driveway, so he was definitely home. Well, unless someone stopped by to pick him up to go somewhere. But he hadn’t told me he had plans tonight. We’d moved in together a year ago. My first serious boyfriend after college and my education ended three years earlier.
One could say my love life had been nonexistent in school. And for those three lonely years after. One could also say I was more interested in pursuing my education and my career after my grandfather had passed, leaving me alone in the world, but at least with enough money to get through college, get a degree, and then a soul-stealing job as a data analyst for a no-name branch of the local Houston government. But hey, I had my boyfriend. So what more did I need from life? It didn’t matter if my job didn’t exactly light any fires in me. I had Michael.
Right now, I wished I had Michael to help me unlock the door and go inside. I jutted my hip out, leaning against the wall as I reached for—
Shit! My latte was slipping out of my hand. I instinct-snatched it tighter.
Latte explosion! All over my favorite shirt and my favorite shoes! Damn it.
Double shit. The damned plastic cup had given under the pressure and lost the battle. It caved like a paper boat in a whirlpool.
And if that wasn’t enough, I realized my face was dripping the foamy, milky, coffee concoction.
I heaved a sigh and let the cup go. I’d clean it up later. The mail had a few brown splatters, but who cared?
I pouted at the sight of my ruined shoes. I’d never get the coffee out of that fabric. I never even wore them on days which threatened to rain. And now this. With one hand suddenly a lot freer, I snagged my keys from my bag and opened the door, pushing on it with the hip that had already been resting against the wood.
The sound of a giggle reached my ears. Michael was home? Why the heck didn’t he open the door?
Next, the sound of moans. The type of moans which only happened during sex. He was watching porn? Was that why he hadn’t heard me?
I pushed my anger back. Thinking how I’d probably walk in and catch him doing a one-handed make-out sesh. Just him, his hand, his cock, and whatever he was watching on TV. I wasn’t a fan of my man watching dirty movies. In fact, if pressed, I’d say I didn’t appreciate it at all, but at this moment, I was kind of turned on by the idea of going in there and giving him the real thing. A nice, sweaty—sweet because of the latte—tangle in the sheets. I set everything down on the counter.
I heard his moan. Oh, if I planned to get some pleasure out of this myself, I’d better hurry and catch him before he came undone. I kicked off the shoes as I reached the carpet and headed for the stairs to our bedroom. I tiptoed, climbing the steps one at a time, unbuttoning my shirt—ruined, anyway, probably—dropping it on the third step. Shimmied out of my skirt, dropped it on the sixth step up. It was black and polyester or some kind of easily washable fabric, so the latte hadn’t ruined it.
The moans were louder. Was he turning the volume up with one hand and with the other pleasing himself?
I spun around and dropped, sitting on the stairs, peeled off stockings, jumped up, and figured I was close enough to hustle up the last eight steps and fling the door open.
Hmm. Maybe flinging the door open might scare the piss out of him—or the boner out of him. I was best off sneaking in.
I took stealthy steps to the door, wondering why he’d closed it when he was home alone, anyway. Hand on the handle, I turned it slowly, then opened it with measured deliberateness.
Thought you’d want some company,
I said with the stealthiest voice I could manage.
Damn, Rachel! What the hell?
Michael’s voice was shrill. It could have shattered glass.
So could the shriek that came from the blonde who straddled him, reverse cowgirl style.
Shock happened first. I stared. No. This wasn’t real. I was not witnessing my boyfriend nailing my best friend. Or my best friend nailing my boyfriend. This wasn’t real. It wasn’t. It couldn’t be. No. No way. But regardless of how many times I denied the reality, that was exactly what I was witnessing. Big-Boobed Betrayer Heather was straddling my boyfriend, mounting his dick. And now she didn’t even look embarrassed, her big boobs bouncing still, though she’d just stopped riding.
And it occurred to me, somewhere in the back of my mind where a certain sentient part existed, that Betrayer was still impaled on him. God, that part of my mind wished she were impaled on a stake. Him, too.
But that part of my mind was not at the forefront. At the forefront was a fog of anger, disappointment, and ultimately heartbreak. And here I stood, in my prettiest matching bra and panties—whatever possessed me to wear them today—and