Hey y’all! I’m Julia, and Divine Magazine is being kind enough to let me drop by and share an exclusive excerpt from my new release! It’s out now at Dreamspinner Press, and it’s called The Wolf’s Man Friday!
Sebastian was going to bite someone.
Possibly Uncle Ron. Calling Alan home on some fool’s errand, like Ron needed help in Boulder. Bah.
He knew better. The old man was separating them so they wouldn’t get into trouble. Or as much trouble.
God, he hated going to the office. Dallas was so much more fun if you didn’t spend all day in a high-rise. He stared at the office door. Maybe he could just run.
“Yeah?” He turned to see who had made it through the security downstairs.
“Hello.” A dapper little man stepped up to him, holding out a hand.
He tilted his head, his nostrils flaring, scenting for danger. All he got was a very pleasant cologne and a patient smile.
“I’m Jaxon Reedis. Your new personal assistant.”
“Pardon me? I’m not sure you have the right person. I haven’t hired anyone.”
“No, your uncle did.” That last was said with a tiny, sympathetic grimace.
“Huh.” Interfering old man. He didn’t need someone to check his emails. “Well, I’m sorry, man. I’m not interested. I’ll make sure Uncle Ron pays you a decent severance. You said Reedis? I’ll make the call. Have a good one.”
“Oh, now. I think you could use some help.” The little guy pulled out a sleek phone. “You’ve missed two meetings today.”
“Nonsense.” He hadn’t missed them; he’d skipped them to try and get a bead on the assholes who had hurt Ron.
“Your fabric distributor here is, um, a bit peeved.”
“Yeah.” He didn’t know what to say, so he went with not saying anything.
“Look, I know you don’t want me around, but I promise, I can be helpful and unobtrusive.”
“Let me call my uncle. I think there’s been a mistake.” Like a vast, weird, grumpy-making mistake.
“Sure.” Reedis stepped back, giving him the illusion of privacy.
He grabbed his phone and perched on his desk, slamming one finger on his uncle’s name.
“Hey, kiddo. How’s design?” Ron sounded better than he had the last time they’d talked.
“Uncle. There’s a young man here… uh, Reedis? You know anything about this?”
“I do. You keep missing appointments and failing to turn in designs. You’re not on vacation. So I sent a babysitter.”
“Pardon me?” He saw red for a moment, crimson coloring his gaze.
“You and Alan were jerking around when you’re supposed to be filling in for me and doing your job. I need you on the ball.”
His growl was deep and immediate, and if he’d been in Ron’s presence, there’d be a new Alpha, then and there. “I don’t need you to tell me how to do my fucking job.”
“No? Then do the actual job. Stop hanging your ass out there as bait. Don’t be stupid, boy.” That voice brooked no argument.
“Last time I checked, what I do on my own time is mine. Don’t push me.” He wasn’t in the mood.
“Seb, please.” Ron sighed. “Please, just do this for me, okay?”
“Whatever. Take care of yourself.” He hung up and looked at Reedis. “You work this right, it’ll be the best job you ever had. You don’t even have to show up.”
“I like to keep busy.” Reedis gave him a gentle smile. “I rescheduled those two meetings.”
“Good deal.” Fuck a doodle goddamn do. “I suppose you want a desk, hmm? Let me call and get someone to set you up.” There had to be somewhere to stick this guy for a couple of days until he got bored and went home. He called his liaison to facilities management. “Hey, Lindsay? This is Sebastian Zeller. I have a guy that needs a place to light for a couple of weeks until I head home. You have a place downstairs somewhere that’s decent?”
“Oh, hey. Sure. If it’s your new personal assistant, though, he already said he would set up in your outer office.”
He let himself growl. “Did he?”
“Yessir! I had a whole desk setup delivered ten minutes ago!”
“How enterprising.” He glared at his new employee, who was proving to be a challenge already.
At least there was a door.
“He said that he had permission….”
“You did good, honey. No worries.”
“Okay. Anything else, boss?” she asked.
“No. No, I’ll have you close the active part of the offices down in a few weeks, but we’re good now.”
“You got it.” She hung up.
He turned to look at Reedis. Reedis looked back, head tilted slightly.
“They set you up out there, apparently. I tried to get you something downstairs, but….”
“I’d like to be close by.” Reedis beamed. “I’ll be quiet as a church mouse, I swear. As long as you meet with me once a day to talk schedules.”
“Right. Schedules.” He just wanted to get the fuckers who had hurt Uncle Ron. Then he could relax. Get back to designing, which he loved.
“Yes. Now, I also have a few things for you to sign. Your uncle’s assistant begged me to get you to look at them.”
“Oh? All they have to do is email.”
“Mmm.” Those bright green eyes sparkled. “About your company email account.” He let one eyebrow rise. “I haven’t been in it, but the webmaster tells me you maxed out your storage space.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
“I can help with that, if you want. Sort things, make sure the important stuff is all that’s on the front page. However, if you do personal stuff in there, I can just give you some ideas about setting up folders.”
“I don’t.” He didn’t trust his personal stuff to email. He called.
“Then if you can set me up with the password, I can dig in and fix it for you.”
This guy was too good to be true. Which always made Sebastian suspicious.
Thanks so much for reading!
The last thing Sebastian Zeller wants is to be pack Alpha. But when the pack leader, his uncle Ron, is attacked, he has no choice but to leave his beloved Colorado mountains and fulfill his duty as Ron’s heir—at least until his uncle recovers. In the meantime, he intends to lure the attacker out… and make them pay.
When Ron gets wind of Sebastian’s plan to catch the attacker, he doesn’t like the idea of risking his heir. That’s where Jaxon Reedis comes in—he’ll balance protecting the dark and sexy werewolf with pretending to be his personal assistant. He’s walking a fine line that requires all his foxy wit and craftiness… and that’s on top of the inescapable feeling that he and Sebastian are meant for each other. When the attacker returns, will they be able to maintain their deepening bond when danger threatens to tear down everything they’re building?
About the Author
Stories that leave a mark. Julia Talbot loves romance across all the genders and genres, and loves to write about people working to see past the skin they’re in to love what lies beneath. Julia Talbot lives in the great mountain and high desert Southwest, where there is hot and cold running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the best Tex-Mex. A full time author, Julia has been published by Dreamspinner, All Romance Ebooks, and Changeling Press. She believes that everyone deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits, where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters are involved. She also writes BDSM and erotic romance as Minerva Howe. Find Julia at @juliatalbot on Twitter, or at www.juliatalbot.com “The mountains are calling, and I must go”
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