Outfoxed By Love
Eve Langlais
Don't moose with his fox!
A bullheaded moose doesn't stand a chance when a fox decides to make him her mate.
Boris left to defend his country still a boy. He came back a changed man. A damaged man.
But Jan still wants him.
A man of few words, Boris has a firm way of saying No, but this determined vixen knows he's her mate. Despite some less than subtle overtures, Jan has not had much success in getting her bullheaded moose to notice her, but all that changes when her life is put in danger.
Suddenly the damaged soldier keeps finding excuses to come to her rescue, but as far as Jan is concerned, her mate is the one in need of saving.
It will take some subtle maneuvering to outfox her moose into admitting he loves her, but this wily vixen is more than ready for the challenge. And if that doesn't work, momma's offered to loan her the shot gun used for her own engagement.
Welcome to Kodiak Point, where the wildlife might wear clothes, but animal instinct rules the heart.
I am so excited for this book!!! We got a sneak peak at these two in Kodiak's Claim, and right away I knew I couldn't wait for Boris' and Jan's story! And now it's almost here!!
As Jan placed her body close to Travis’s, her hands over his, her breasts pressing into him, her voice low and encouraging, Boris felt himself detach from his body. It was the strangest thing. He knew on some level that what he witnessed was perfectly harmless, but that rational-minded level wasn’t the one in charge of him at the moment.
A more primal part of him surfaced, a possessive aspect to his personality that had, until now, remained dormant. It rose to the top, commandeered his limbs, and was to blame for the fist that met Travis’ jaw when he spun around after his successful shot.
Did Boris feel bad when the cub’s eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped to the ground? Nope. Damned fool had his hands on Boris’ woman. He was lucky Boris let him live.
Unfortunately, Jan didn’t quite see things the same way.
“What is wrong with you?” she exclaimed as she dropped to her knees in the snow beside Travis’ prone body.
“Me? I was simply giving the boy a lesson.”
“In what? How to survive a concussion from a rabid moose?”
“Bah, I barely touched him. Not my fault he’s got a soft melon for a head. Besides, it would never have happened if he was paying attention to his environ. If you ask me, he got off lucky. What if I were the enemy? You all could have died.”
“You moron. We knew you were there from the moment you pulled in with your noisy truck.”
“So why didn’t you acknowledge me?” Jan hadn’t looked his way once. It was enough to prick a man’s ego, if he cared about such things.
“Because I didn’t feel like it,” she retorted. “But if I’d have known being ignored would send you in to a childish snit, I would have rolled out a red welcoming carpet.”
Snit? Boris didn’t have snits. He was a man, and a moose. He had episodes that some of his friends termed psychotic but he labeled stress relief. “Well, how was I supposed to know you knew I was there?” Given the convoluted direction of the conversation, Boris could feel himself going cross-eyed and possibly having another psychotic episode.
A more primal part of him surfaced, a possessive aspect to his personality that had, until now, remained dormant. It rose to the top, commandeered his limbs, and was to blame for the fist that met Travis’ jaw when he spun around after his successful shot.
Did Boris feel bad when the cub’s eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped to the ground? Nope. Damned fool had his hands on Boris’ woman. He was lucky Boris let him live.
Unfortunately, Jan didn’t quite see things the same way.
“What is wrong with you?” she exclaimed as she dropped to her knees in the snow beside Travis’ prone body.
“Me? I was simply giving the boy a lesson.”
“In what? How to survive a concussion from a rabid moose?”
“Bah, I barely touched him. Not my fault he’s got a soft melon for a head. Besides, it would never have happened if he was paying attention to his environ. If you ask me, he got off lucky. What if I were the enemy? You all could have died.”
“You moron. We knew you were there from the moment you pulled in with your noisy truck.”
“So why didn’t you acknowledge me?” Jan hadn’t looked his way once. It was enough to prick a man’s ego, if he cared about such things.
“Because I didn’t feel like it,” she retorted. “But if I’d have known being ignored would send you in to a childish snit, I would have rolled out a red welcoming carpet.”
Snit? Boris didn’t have snits. He was a man, and a moose. He had episodes that some of his friends termed psychotic but he labeled stress relief. “Well, how was I supposed to know you knew I was there?” Given the convoluted direction of the conversation, Boris could feel himself going cross-eyed and possibly having another psychotic episode.
Hello, my name is Eve. I’m a stay at home mom who writes full time in between juggling my three kids, hubby, and housework, I write really raunchy stuff–usually with werewolves lol. I am a bestselling Amazon author, ranking often in their top 100 romance authors. But I’m not just popular with Kindle readers. I was one of the top ten selling authors on AllRomance for 2013 and have had numerous of my books hit the top 100 books over all on Barnes & Nobles as well. I’m writing romance, my way. I do have a twisted imagination and a sarcastic sense of humor something I like to let loose in my writing. I like strong alpha males, naked chests and werewolves. Lots of werewolves. In fact, you’ll notice most of my multi partner stories revolve around great, big, overprotective Lycans who just want to please their woman. I am also extremely partial to aliens, you know the kind who abduct their woman and then drive them insane…with pleasure of course. I love to write, and while I don’t always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a happily ever after.
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