Wolf Moon (Mountain Wolves) by Isabel Dare

Author:Isabel Dare [Dare, Isabel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay shifter romance, gay erotic romance, gay werewolf romance
Published: 2014-05-27T20:00:00+00:00

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Someone’s fist banged on the door to Jake’s workshop. It was almost as loud as the thunder from the tremendous storm overhead.

Jake looked up from his work, shaking hair out of his eyes. Then he looked at the clock, barely visible behind a calendar picture of a naked girl floating around in an inner tube.

It was still way too early for any customers to be showing up. There was a reason why the door was locked.

Maybe it was Garcia, coming in to rave about what Jake had done to improve his bike. Though it was early for him, too. Unless he’d been partying all night, of course…

The banging got louder and more impatient, and the door rattled with the force of the blows.

Jake sighed and scuffed over to the door. “Yeah, yeah, keep your shirt on,” he muttered as he unlocked the door and flung it open.

Then he stared, his jaw dropping.

On the other side of the door, in the pouring rain, stood someone who looked just like Conrad.

Except…it wasn’t him.

Conrad wore his long blond hair tied back, not loose, and he didn’t have such an arrogant tilt to his jaw. And—Jake squinted against the harsh orange light of the street lamp—Conrad’s eyes were a different color. Conrad’s eyes were green, not this icy, cold blue.

The other man was looking him up and down, too. And apparently he didn’t like what he saw, because his lip curled in a vicious sneer. “So. This is what my little brother chooses to spend his time with? Tsk. And he used to have such impeccable taste. Where is he?”

Jake was tempted to land a punch straight into that smug, sneering face. So this was Conrad’s brother, the one Conrad had some kind of argument with.

Well, there was no doubt whether this guy was a dick or not.

“What do you want?” Jake countered.

The blond looked at him as if he was dirt scraped from under someone’s fingernails. That old, familiar look. I’m rich and you’re scum.

“I just asked you,” the asshole brother said, “and I am not fond of repeating myself. Where’s my brother?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Jake kept his voice level. What exactly had Conrad said, that his brother expected to find him here?

The blond sniffed the air, and his expression changed. “He’s been here,” he said with absolute certainty. “But not tonight.” In a low voice, he added, “Oh, Conrad, what are you doing?”

He ran a hand through his long hair, and for a split second he looked worried, before that cold disdain closed off his features again. “His bike is still here,” he said, and again it wasn’t a question, though he hadn’t even looked around for the chopper. “When did you last see him? Do you know where he’s staying?”

Jake drew a long breath. “That is none of your business,” he said quietly.

What in hell was going on here? Was this guy stalking his own brother?

“Look,” the blond said, and then he paused, visibly drawing himself together. His posture changed, becoming more supple, and he smiled.

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