Title: In the Company of Wolves (SWAT #3)
Author: Paige Tyler
Release Date: December 1st, 2015
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Romantic Suspense
He opened his mouth to order her to drop the MP5 she had
aimed at him, but nothing would come out. It was like she’d robbed him of the
ability to speak. Shooting her wasn’t an option, though. And the idea of
arresting her didn’t make him feel any better.
There's a new gang of criminals in town who are organized
and ruthless in the extreme. When Eric Becker, along with the rest of the Dallas
SWAT team, ends up in the middle of a shootout, he immediately senses
werewolves-a lot of them. Turns out, the new bad guys are a pack of wolf
shifters.
In a spray of gunfire, Becker comes face-to-face with the
most gorgeous woman he's ever seen. Becker does the logical thing. He hides her
and leaves the scene with the rest of his team.
Jayna Winston has no idea why that SWAT guy helped her, but
she's glad he did. Ever since she and her pack mates got mixed up with those
Eastern European mobsters, everything had pretty much fallen apart.
So what's a street-savvy thief like Jayna going to do with a
hot alpha-male wolf who's a police officer?
SWAT (Special Wolf Alpha Team) Series
Hungry Like the Wolf
Wolf Trouble
In the Company of Wolves
Paige Tyler:
Everyone loves reading about alpha males,
right? But of course, you can’t have a single dimensional character that’s just
hardcore alpha all the time. It comes off as flat or just plain irritating.
Most of the time you want to let your alpha have a lighter side, just to keep
things interesting. One of my favorite fun loving heroes from popular culture
is Han Solo!
This on-the-run-from-everyone bad boy of the Star
Wars series was played to perfection by Harrison Ford. He’s got the look and
physical size to play the alpha, and the way he wears his blaster slung low on
his hip makes you think about the gunfighters from the old west. But Han Solo
also has that casual relaxed attitude he wears like a tight-fitting T-shirt
just before violence breaks out. Think about how cool he is as he faces the
bounty hunter in the cantina scene. And as prone to violence as Han Solo can
be, he loves to crack jokes with just about everyone, especially when things
are at their most dire. We all remember the line, “Don’t get cocky, Kid!” I
have to admit, while everyone considered Luke Skywalker the “hero” of the
series, I always thought Han Solo was much hotter.
An Excerpt
One of the Albanians shouted something from the front of the
store in his own language, following it up with an order to the omegas to stop
wasting time and get the damn safe open. Becker ground his teeth. He should
have simply kidnapped Jayna and her entire pack. Then he could have just walked
into the loft and shot every one of these idiots—twice.
“Watch them,” he told Jayna, motioning to the security guard
and two women. Turning, he left the break room and jogged down the hallway
toward the back of the building.
“Get them back on the safe!” the Albanian driver shouted at
him from the front room.
Oh yeah, sure. Stop two morons from raping a woman and get
them back on task. What the hell was he—a daycare worker for omega werewolves?
Shit. If this was how criminals behaved, it was no wonder he
and his SWAT teammates took so many of them down. They were too stupid to live.
Then again, maybe this was how Gage felt some days.
The SWAT pack could
occasionally be a little stupid too. Becker’s current predicament was a shining
example of that.
The omega standing guard in the hallway outside the
manager’s office glared at him. “We got this. Go back and babysit the old
folks.”
What a complete ass, Becker thought as he walked up and
punched the guy in the face. The werewolf flew backward and bounced off the
wall, bleeding like crazy from a broken nose as he fell to the floor in a dazed
heap. He was still moving around though, reminding Becker that it was as hard
to knock out an omega as it was to knock out an alpha. He’d have to remember
that.
Becker strode into the office to find the store manager on
the floor beside her desk, the other omega—the one who liked to play with his
platinum medallion—leaning over her menacingly. He’d torn her blouse and was
telling her all the horrible things he planned to do to her if she didn’t open
the safe. The idiot was so intent on threatening her that he didn’t realize
Becker was there until he yanked the guy to his feet and spun him around, then
smashed the back of his head into the nearest hard object he could find—the
safe panel. Becker pounded his head into the safe a few times before letting
him fall to the floor. The asshole was definitely out cold.
Becker turned and looked at the shop manager. She cringed
away from him, terror in her eyes as she tried to hold the tatters of her
blouse together. He really wished he could pull up his ski mask. Seeing him
like this definitely wasn’t helping.
“Do you have an alarm button in this room?” he asked in his
softest, least intimidating voice.
The woman stared at him for a moment like he was insane,
then motioned under the desk with a shaking hand.
“Would you mind pushing it for me?” he asked.
Now she looked really confused. But she slowly reached under
the desk and poked around until a loud alarm started ringing.
“Thanks.” Becker bent down to take the platinum medallion
out of the omega’s vest and slip it into his pocket. “By the way, that diamond
merchant you bought from in New York sold you out to a really bad guy. You
probably don’t want to buy from him anymore.” Turning, he jogged out of the
room and down the hallway to the front of the store. “Time to leave. Moron hit
the alarm.”
Jayna was heading his way in a flash, the two Albanians
right behind her.
“What about the safe?” the driver asked.
Becker shook his head. “It’s a no-go. Our guy smashed the
keypad.”
The Albanians muttered something in their native language
and shook their heads, as if they’d seen this coming. They stepped over the
omega who was still rolling around in a daze on the floor in the hallway and
raced out the back door. In the distance, sirens echoed in the air. About damn
time. Becker motioned Jayna out.
“What about him?” she asked, jerking her head at the
werewolf still trying to get to his knees.
Becker nudged the omega with his boot, pushing him back
down. The guy looked like he really didn’t want to bother getting up this time.
“What about him?” Becker said, holding the door open for
her.
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