Were-Devils' Revenge [Were-Devils of Tasmania 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free

for a while thought they did charters but wasn’t sure where they operated out of. Possibly Cairns or Port Douglas, farther north.
    The question now was, should they wait for a stronger lead or try farther north?
    Mac fingered the card. He was pretty immune to women since his childhood sweetheart had died of the devil’s curse. Why was this one affecting him now? Hadn’t they ended up being cursed because of their grandfather’s lust? But then he hadn’t given into it and maybe he should have. Perhaps lust was an instinct to take note of. He looked at his brother who was already smiling.
     
    * * * *
     
    “These resumes are very impressive.” Gabriella was sitting behind a desk where they couldn’t see her legs. Mitch was finding it hard to take his eyes off the curves of her breasts. Her dress was cut low, and the olive skin of her breasts was mesmerizing.
    “So tell me, did you lose your last job, Mr. Richards, because you ogled women like that?”
    Mitch obviously didn’t recognize the pseudonym they had adopted and didn’t seem to realize she was talking to him. Mac kicked him hard.
    “Excuse my brother,” said Mac. “I’ll make sure he’s well behaved.”
    Gabriella looked doubtful. “You really have got all these qualifications?”
    They had changed their surname, but otherwise the resume was accurate. They hoped she didn’t check them out though Mac had worded up the school principal and the gym owner.
    “You look like a resort sports center dream,” said Gabriella. “Every sport except sailing as far as I can see.”
    Mitch regarded her smugly. “Look later.”
    Gabriella turned to the next page and shook her head, laughing. “And personal trainer and teaching quals. Seriously there must be something wrong. Are you guys serial killers or something?”
    Mitch feigned looking hurt. Gabriella ignored him. “Here’s your keys. You can share a room in the block at the back. The big keys are for the sheds on the beach. You’re on a month’s trial.”
    Mac took the keys and, as he did, brushed her hand. He felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time, and as their eyes met, he knew she felt it, too, and had found it just as disconcerting.
    “And try and stay out of trouble,” she said, but she was already looking away.
     
    * * * *
     
    “I think I’m in heaven.”
    It was their second day on the island, and Mitch was clearly getting the hang of the lifestyle. Mac couldn’t rid himself of concern over Melody’s plight, and he found the heat unpleasant. The nights made him particularly uneasy as he watched the sky blacken with the flight of the fruit bats from the rainforest that covered most of the island. He knew they weren’t ghosts, but their chatter put him on edge. It was only thoughts of Gabriella that made the day worthwhile, though he’d seen little of her.
    The island as advertised was certainly a paradise, if long, golden beaches, crystal clear water, and discreet huts in the dense rainforest were your idea of paradise. The main cluster of buildings provided dinner in an elegant restaurant with tables on the balcony overlooking the beach. Alternatively dinner could also be delivered to individual huts.
    When full, the resort took a hundred people, no one under the age of eighteen. Perhaps, thought Mac, this was heaven, remembering his annoying schoolgirls. Currently there were eighty guests. About half seemed to think that a walk to the bar was enough exercise for the day. The other half were intent of making use of all that was on offer. Sailing, diving, beach volleyball, tennis, swimming, flying fox rides, and walks in the canopies of the rain forest.
    Mitch took the morning aerobics class at 8:00 a.m. Gabriella had come in at the end to watch.
    “Seems I had a record turnout,” said Mitch.
    Neither had much time to themselves. The job was busy. Mac had two dive trips and a lunch walking group. Mitch ran the beach volleyball and was going on the evening sail trip. Gabriella