Fury - Wolf Shifter Romance Ebook

A little fury never hurts... Until the FBI comes knocking.

Sawyer didn't make it out of the destruction of Club Diablo without scars. Lots of them. They criss cross his body from head to toe. His pack is trying to help him recover, but between the smothering and the whispers, he's not interested. Once again his life has been destroyed by hunters and this time he doesn't want to start over. He wants revenge. He definitely doesn't want to babysit some Fed, no matter how many of his buttons she pushes.

Penelope Bishop has always wanted to prove herself as one of the top profilers for the FBI, but she's had to struggle to get out of her father's infamous shadow. Finally, she's been given a chance to show she can handle a high-profile case on her own. She's sent to Devils Point Island to profile the suspect who planted an explosive in a strip club. Except what she finds doesn't fit any profile she's ever seen and the local assigned to help her is more interested in the chip on his shoulder and what color panties she wears.

"The name is Agent Bishop."


"Huh?" he looked confused. 


"You called me babe. My name is Agent Bishop. Not babe. I'm not a babe. I mean—" She sighed. Apparently around him she was meant to trip over every word out of her mouth.


He leaned back in his chair and kept his grin firmly in place. "You most definitely are a babe. But if you want me to call you Agent Bishop, I can do that too. Maybe."


Thankfully, his cocky tone finally brought her back down to earth. And since she wasn't about to dignify that babe BS with a response, she dug into her food. They ate silently and she devoured every bite. The combination of potatoes, pork, egg and what tasted like fresh baby spinach and a perfect combination of various spices she couldn’t quite peg, turned out more sophisticated than she'd originally thought. She had a feeling that the chef in residence was more than a self-taught local boy. His skills indicated training at a culinary school. 


Although why someone would train like that to only end up here in this tiny makeshift diner made absolutely no sense. He had to have roots in the community that drew him back...


She made a mental note to look into Finn's background. Find out when and where he lived before settling here. And where he studied. She inwardly smiled. The devil was always in the details. 


"You still with me?"


His question yanked her again from her wandering observations. "Yes, of course." She placed her fork on the empty plate and sat back. 

He picked up their plates and stood. He carried them to the counter where they were whisked away by the chef. 


Penelope kept her eyes on her would be guide as he strode back the few feet to their table. It gave her a fleeting moment to get another look at the rest of him. Besides the sexy lumberjack flannel, he wore jeans that hugged his legs to perfection and brown leather boots on his feet. Nothing out of the ordinary should have jumped out at her and yet, everything about him did. The scars, the mesmerizing eyes, the fingers that had touched her skin...


She straightened in her seat and ignored the warmth flowing through her body. Since she could make no sense out of her reaction, she simply chose to ignore it and get down to business. When Sawyer retook his seat she began. 


"You no doubt know why I'm here. So why don't you tell me why you're here. Why do I need a chaperone to go about my investigation?"


"Is that what you think I am? Your babysitter?"


She nodded her head. "That's exactly what I think, what I don't know is why? So please, enlighten me."


"You're a no-nonsense kind of woman. I think I like that. You're also a little stuffy when it comes to your surroundings, even if you are mentally taking note of everything you see. I'm curious about that. Why don't we start with you, Agent Bishop? Don't you think we need to establish some trust between us before we start working together?"


Her mouth dropped open for a moment until she forced it closed. She had no idea what she'd expected from this beautiful man, but it wasn't that perfectly logical thought process that practically saw right through her. 


She grabbed the napkin in front of her and twisted the ends. "I guess that's a reasonable request, all things considered." Not that she wanted this man in her head anymore than he already was. Time to turn the tables. "So what would you like to know? My age? My dress size? Whether I wanted to be an FBI agent when I was a little girl? Was that what you had in mind?" She squirmed in her seat, leaning forward. "Twenty-seven, fourteen, and yes. Does that work for you?"