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areas that were bleeding, stopping once in a while to rub the dog s head and tell him
everything was going to be fine. The dog looked at Emilio with uncertainty, but didn t
complain.
He s a gorgeous animal, Jake commented as he wrapped his arms around his
stomach and leaned against the wall. I wish I had someone like him growing up.
Just from the conversations he d had with Jake over the past week, Emilio had
surmised that the human s life wasn t an easy one. He d also seen the scars on the guy s
arms that were hidden by tattoos.
He was in a dog fight and nearly lost, Emilio commented.
You saved him?
Staring down at the boxer, Emilio wasn t sure if he d saved the dog, or if the dog
was saving him. He hadn t cared about anything in a very long time aside from the Dark
Riders. The compassion inside of him was coming on strong, compelling him to do
whatever he could to save the animal. Emotions had started to bleed from him long ago. His
friendship with Jake was cool, but nothing had inspired him like the boxer had, not since
forever.
Emilio just nodded at Jake.
Got a name for him?
No, he admitted. Got one in mind?
Jake chuckled. Boxers are known for their great love and faithfulness to their
owners. I watched a documentary on his breed. They said that boxers are the soul of
honesty and loyalty, never false or treacherous. Jake walked closer, running his hand over
the dog s head. Emilio watched Jake s eyes soften as he smiled. You should call him
Rider. His personality fits you guys.
Emilio was stunned by what Jake had just said. It was true that the Dark Riders
were loyal toward one another. But he never knew Jake thought that way about them.
Then his name is Rider.
Cool, Jake said before he backed away. Emilio gazed at the human for a moment,
wondering why the guy always had a haunted look in his eyes. He was starting to realize
that Rider wasn t the only one who needed rescuing.
* * * *
Rescued dogs, huh? Lonnie took a seat on the step behind Santos. Pretty damn
cool.
Santos could hear the admiration in Lonnie s tone. They were sitting outside the
shop, gazing over the neighborhood. He leaned back, resting his arms on either side of
Lonnie s legs before tilting his head back and gazing up at pretty pale-green eyes. I am
pretty damn cool, aren t I?
And full of yourself. There was no heat behind Lonnie s words, just a teasing
playfulness that Santos loved. The guy rested his arms on either side of Santos s neck,
placing a kiss on his forehead. I know you gave up finding Marcus to rescue those dogs. I
think that is just a big-ass turn-on.
Yeah?
Lonnie nodded.
I think a stiff wind would turn you on, Santos teased, but his wolf was rolling in
the compliments. He winced when Lonnie bit his ear.
Prick.
Reaching up, Santos placed his hand on the back of Lonnie s head, pulling him
closer. Before he kissed the man, he whispered, Loudmouth.
Their lips touched, and Santos could feel his heart beating for the man who had
made him see that there was nothing unmanly about showing the guy he loved just how
much he cared.
* * * *
Detective Jack Tate sat in his dark living room, continuously rewinding and playing
the tape Bandit had given him. He was ticked off that the ATM video was corrupted, but
what he was hearing sent a cold chill up his spine.
I didn t even ask to be converted. I was attacked by those bastard Darlings and the
next thing I know, I m a wolf shifter.
Jack wasn t sure if he should take this as a joke, or& he just wasn t sure. He knew
the voice belonged to that guy who wore dreads, Lonnie Winston. It seemed the guy wasn t
a simpleton after all. There wasn t a note of amusement in Lonnie s tone. If anything, Jack
detected exhaustion and defeat, with a hint of resentment.
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this evidence? he asked himself as he sat
back, running a hand down his weary face. He d seen things in his line of work that would
make most people have nightmares for the rest of their lives things that boggled the
human mind. But this& this was something incredibly complex.
He rewound the tape and listened to the conversation take place after Jack had left
the tattoo shop. Lonnie had said he was tired and didn t mean any of what he was saying,
but Jack knew the guy talking about his resentment, not the fact that he was& shit. A wolf
shifter? And what the fuck was a Darling?
It was just too damn incredible to believe, yet his gut was telling him not to ignore
what Lonnie was saying.
Or the fact that Emilio Alverez had just admitted committing crimes that couldn t
be pinned on him. Normally, Jack would have taken interest in something like that. But
right now he was too busy wondering what altered universe he had just fallen into.
Did it really matter? He had sworn to himself that he was going to take the Dark
Riders down and now he had a way of not only getting them out of Paradise City, but
getting rid of them on a permanent basis.
THE END
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Lynn Hagen loves writing about the somewhat flawed, but lovable. She also loves a
hero who can see past all the rough edges to find the shining diamond of a beautiful heart.
You can find her on any given day curled up with her laptop and a cup of hot java,
letting the next set of characters tell their story.
For all titles by Lynn Hagen, please visit
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areas that were bleeding, stopping once in a while to rub the dog s head and tell him
everything was going to be fine. The dog looked at Emilio with uncertainty, but didn t
complain.
He s a gorgeous animal, Jake commented as he wrapped his arms around his
stomach and leaned against the wall. I wish I had someone like him growing up.
Just from the conversations he d had with Jake over the past week, Emilio had
surmised that the human s life wasn t an easy one. He d also seen the scars on the guy s
arms that were hidden by tattoos.
He was in a dog fight and nearly lost, Emilio commented.
You saved him?
Staring down at the boxer, Emilio wasn t sure if he d saved the dog, or if the dog
was saving him. He hadn t cared about anything in a very long time aside from the Dark
Riders. The compassion inside of him was coming on strong, compelling him to do
whatever he could to save the animal. Emotions had started to bleed from him long ago. His
friendship with Jake was cool, but nothing had inspired him like the boxer had, not since
forever.
Emilio just nodded at Jake.
Got a name for him?
No, he admitted. Got one in mind?
Jake chuckled. Boxers are known for their great love and faithfulness to their
owners. I watched a documentary on his breed. They said that boxers are the soul of
honesty and loyalty, never false or treacherous. Jake walked closer, running his hand over
the dog s head. Emilio watched Jake s eyes soften as he smiled. You should call him
Rider. His personality fits you guys.
Emilio was stunned by what Jake had just said. It was true that the Dark Riders
were loyal toward one another. But he never knew Jake thought that way about them.
Then his name is Rider.
Cool, Jake said before he backed away. Emilio gazed at the human for a moment,
wondering why the guy always had a haunted look in his eyes. He was starting to realize
that Rider wasn t the only one who needed rescuing.
* * * *
Rescued dogs, huh? Lonnie took a seat on the step behind Santos. Pretty damn
cool.
Santos could hear the admiration in Lonnie s tone. They were sitting outside the
shop, gazing over the neighborhood. He leaned back, resting his arms on either side of
Lonnie s legs before tilting his head back and gazing up at pretty pale-green eyes. I am
pretty damn cool, aren t I?
And full of yourself. There was no heat behind Lonnie s words, just a teasing
playfulness that Santos loved. The guy rested his arms on either side of Santos s neck,
placing a kiss on his forehead. I know you gave up finding Marcus to rescue those dogs. I
think that is just a big-ass turn-on.
Yeah?
Lonnie nodded.
I think a stiff wind would turn you on, Santos teased, but his wolf was rolling in
the compliments. He winced when Lonnie bit his ear.
Prick.
Reaching up, Santos placed his hand on the back of Lonnie s head, pulling him
closer. Before he kissed the man, he whispered, Loudmouth.
Their lips touched, and Santos could feel his heart beating for the man who had
made him see that there was nothing unmanly about showing the guy he loved just how
much he cared.
* * * *
Detective Jack Tate sat in his dark living room, continuously rewinding and playing
the tape Bandit had given him. He was ticked off that the ATM video was corrupted, but
what he was hearing sent a cold chill up his spine.
I didn t even ask to be converted. I was attacked by those bastard Darlings and the
next thing I know, I m a wolf shifter.
Jack wasn t sure if he should take this as a joke, or& he just wasn t sure. He knew
the voice belonged to that guy who wore dreads, Lonnie Winston. It seemed the guy wasn t
a simpleton after all. There wasn t a note of amusement in Lonnie s tone. If anything, Jack
detected exhaustion and defeat, with a hint of resentment.
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this evidence? he asked himself as he sat
back, running a hand down his weary face. He d seen things in his line of work that would
make most people have nightmares for the rest of their lives things that boggled the
human mind. But this& this was something incredibly complex.
He rewound the tape and listened to the conversation take place after Jack had left
the tattoo shop. Lonnie had said he was tired and didn t mean any of what he was saying,
but Jack knew the guy talking about his resentment, not the fact that he was& shit. A wolf
shifter? And what the fuck was a Darling?
It was just too damn incredible to believe, yet his gut was telling him not to ignore
what Lonnie was saying.
Or the fact that Emilio Alverez had just admitted committing crimes that couldn t
be pinned on him. Normally, Jack would have taken interest in something like that. But
right now he was too busy wondering what altered universe he had just fallen into.
Did it really matter? He had sworn to himself that he was going to take the Dark
Riders down and now he had a way of not only getting them out of Paradise City, but
getting rid of them on a permanent basis.
THE END
WWW.LYNNHAGEN.COM
WWW.FACEBOOK.COM/LYNNHAGEN.AUTHOR
LYNNHAGEN@YAHOO.COM
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lynn Hagen loves writing about the somewhat flawed, but lovable. She also loves a
hero who can see past all the rough edges to find the shining diamond of a beautiful heart.
You can find her on any given day curled up with her laptop and a cup of hot java,
letting the next set of characters tell their story.
For all titles by Lynn Hagen, please visit
www.bookstrand.com/lynn-hagen
Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com
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