Wild: Devils Point Wolves #1 (Mating Season Collection)

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something for sure), broad shoulders, narrow hips and thick thighs currently encased in black pants obviously tailored to fit him like a glove, he was certainly a sight to behold. And if that wasn't enough there was the rest of him. Thick, dark hair he kept combed back from his face, chiseled jaw covered with enough hair to be sexy but not so much to be lumberjacky. Even his bushy eyebrows looked sexy where on anyone else they would make her think unibrow.
    She didn't even want to get started on the green eyes she currently couldn't see. Not when she couldn't tear her eyes off the shape of his ass as he walked in front of the vehicle. Jesus. What was wrong with her? She was acting like some sort of sex starved idiot.
    Well...
    Maybe she wasn't exactly starving but she certainly had a nice dry spell going when it came to all things sex. Because who had time for that when school consumed ninety eight percent of her time and the other two percent were taken up with things like sleep, food and sister troubles.
    When they reached the small downtown area she looked around marveling how adorable it seemed. There was a small coffeeshop/bakery sandwiched between an auto mechanic shop and a tiny police station with honey buns in the window that made her mouth water, reminding her she’d forgotten to eat lunch and dinner today.  
    She stared at an unmarked building that kind of looked like it might be an apartment building based on the balconies at each unit a few with portable grills and plants before they passed a small library that also seemed to serve as some sort of town hall according to the signs outside.
    At the end of the main drive sat the one and only motel that served the island and was little more than a row of rooms and a blinking soda machine sitting outside the main office.
    Damien pulled into the lot and parked in front of the room marked #7, coincidentally her sister's favorite number. Rebel put faith in all things odd and had a real thing about making your own luck by following her little rituals.
    There were no cars parked out front and she wasn't sure whether that was a good sign or not. Her sister didn't have a car at the moment after selling her last one. Claimed she didn't need one here on the island and said her boss let her borrow one if she needed to go off island.
    As soon as Damien got the car parked, Faith opened the door and jumped down, ignoring the pain shooting up her arm. She knocked on the door and tried the knob at the same time only to discover the darn thing locked.  
    "Rebel, open up. It's me." She waited a few heart beats hoping her sister would answer her before knocking again. This time she put her ear to the door and listened. She heard something… Was that snoring?
    "I think I hear her." She banged harder on the door and yelled. "Rebel, open the door already!"
    Damien looked a little annoyed standing next to her, which must have gotten old quick as he walked to the office and disappeared inside. Moments later he reappeared and held up a key.
    "They just gave you a key?"
    "Of course. Everyone knows everyone on this island. In fact, Billy said he saw her a few hours ago all alone and drunk as a skunk. He thinks she’s probably sleeping it off."
    This news did not comfort her at all. Rebel had a wild streak a mile wide and certainly was no stranger to alcohol. But drinking alone in a motel room instead of at a party? That didn't sound like her at all.
    "Then something’s wrong." She grabbed the key from him and shoved it in the lock. "My sister does not party alone. Ever."
    She shouldered the door open and gasped at the sight that greeted her. Her sister was indeed passed out on the bed, snoring, and the room not only reeked of alcohol it looked like it had exploded. There were clothes, shoes, pictures, pretty much everything in the world her sister owned thrown all over the room. Not a single clear surface.
    "What the hell? Rebel, wake up." Faith went straight for her sister and shook her

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