Shake Your Moneymaker

By Kris Eton

When a man in a clown mask and holding a gun shows up at Candace Kane's bank, she knows she chose the wrong day to deposit her bartending tips. Taken captive by the bank robber, she discovers she's attracted to the brute and finds herself in a compromising position. But can she believe his wild stories about love, murder, and coyote shapeshifters?

Sam Daughtry is a man on a mission. The bank robbery is all a ploy to get back at the man who killed his shapeshifter mate. What he didn't count on was sexy Candy and her irresistible scent. Although he'd vowed revenge for his mate's death, he finds a reason to hope he might just find love again...with a human.

WARNING: This book has adult situations, mature themes, and dirty language. Intended for Adult Audiences Only! Read at your own risk.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kris Eton
• Release date: Mar 30, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215617496

Kris Eton

Kris is a forty-something mom with 2 kids who lives far, far away from civilization, which means she has plenty of quiet nights (and days) to write. She is a movie addict, can bake a mean muffin, and loves reading historical romance - though she’d never try to write one. For four years, she worked hard to become published. GOING DOWN was her first real, live book. She’s currently busy writing a few others. Kris likes writing contemporary, sexy stories, but she does have a few ideas for some paranormal books.

Book preview

Chapter One

The sun rose over the distant hills, turning the desert rock an unnatural shade of pink. Sam Daughtry crouched nude behind a small hill of dirt and sand. He kept a sharp eye on the Arizona Sky Bank and Trust below him.

The manager had arrived and unlocked the main door just minutes earlier. He knew only one teller would be working on Monday. A slow day. In the sleepy town of Iniquity that meant maybe three customers tops before noon.

He should be in and out of there in less than an hour if he stuck to the schedule.

A silver Honda pulled into the lot. That should be the teller.

The early desert sun was hot on his dark head making him wish for his cowboy hat. But that wouldn’t fit with his plans.

He scrabbled in the loose dirt nearby and, in a matter of seconds, he'd dug up a plastic bag stuffed with a change of clothes-jeans and a t-shirt. Ratty ones he’d stashed here yesterday. To make his getaway he'd have to leave them behind, so he wasn't about to wear any favorites.

He pulled on the jeans. No point in wearing any boxers. He'd only be in these clothes for a couple hours at most. He yanked the shirt down over his head.

From the very bottom of the bag, he produced a clown mask and a gun. Now he was ready.

Candace parked her motorcycle next to the Arizona Sky Bank and Trust building. Although she’d spent the whole weekend serving up drinks to a bunch of dirty ranch hands and rude construction workers, the tips had been good.

Her purse was stuffed full of ones and loose change. Every penny counted. She’d almost reached her goal. Three years of saving. Three years of working a job she hated. Three years of dreaming about getting out of this desert nowhere town.

She set up the kickstand, hung her helmet on the handlebar, and shook out her hair.

She came in Monday mornings to make her deposits because she could avoid Don Chambers, the bank owner. Ever since he’d helped her open up that special account with the higher interest rate, he’d implied she owed him a favor of the sexual kind. She might’ve led him to believe she’d give him something in return for allowing her into the exclusive Silver Dollar Savings Club--usually reserved for clients with a hefty starting deposit--but he had to know after two years she never meant to live up to her promises.

She didn’t see his car in the lot, so she knew she wouldn’t have to deal with his groping hands. Sometimes a girl had to do whatever she could to get ahead. Even if that meant lying to some sleazy bank owner to get a sweet deal. Why should the rich jerks get all the perks?

She straightened the legs of her jeans and headed for the entrance. Depositing the hundred fifty bucks would come close to putting her over the top. One more weekend should do it. Then she'd tell J.D., her boss, that she was done. Over. Gone.

She’d leave town with only what she could carry on her motorcycle. That was it.

When she stepped inside the cool air welcomed her. She shivered. Even though she wore jeans and the heat from outside grew every second, her tank top was a little too skimpy for the freezer-like air.

Good morning. The teller, a young blonde in a yellow cardigan sweater, smiled.

I'm here to make a deposit, but I need some coin wrappers. She wished they had one of those coin sorters at this branch. Customers who brought in loose change in large amounts were expected to wrap it up themselves before making a deposit.

The teller handed her a stack of wrappers. You can use one of the booths in back again.

Candace had a routine: take a spot in the back, count her coins and wrap them. They were used to seeing her here. Just not this early.

She glanced at the door with a placard that read: Donald M. Chambers, Owner. Any other day of the week and Chambers would be here, leering at her through the glass window of his office.

Thanks. Should only take me a few minutes.

The teller nodded and picked up her book. The girl must be expecting a slow morning.

As Candace made her way behind the main counter to the closed booths in back, her heart felt lighter than it had in years. This was it. Next week, she could start her new life.

She dumped the contents of her purse on the small desk in the cubicle and sat down for the tedious task of sorting and rolling her coins.

Chapter Two

Sam headed straight down the dusty bluff, his old worn boots sliding. He'd tucked the gun in the back of his pants and hid it with his shirt.

From this side of the bank, he saw two cars: the teller’s and the manager’s. Mary was the teller today. Slight, squinty, easily frightened.

He'd tested her out one night at a bar in town. Followed her after work. He wanted to know everything about the two people who'd be there in the bank on the day he planned to hit it. He’d done weeks of preparation. Everything had to go smoothly with no margin for error. If he fucked it up...well, he wasn't going to.

Mary had surprised him. Her meek manner made him think she’d be more likely to go home and watch a movie alone on her couch. But she'd gone to a bar and ordered a couple of girly-looking drinks. A guy who could barely speak English had hit on her. She'd been so flustered...even after the drinks. That's when Sam knew she'd be perfect.

He crept alongside the west side of the bank. The building