The Wolf Siren. Karen Whiddon

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       “We need to talk,” Kane said, his deep voice serious.

      “I’m coming to understand that there’s a lot more to you than I or anyone else realizes.”

      “I warned you I was messed up.” Lilly tried to keep it light, failing miserably. “Fifteen years of captivity will do that to a person.”

      He took her hand, stunning her into temporary silence. “It was more than just captivity, I know. You mentioned they experimented on you.”

      Her nod was the only answer she could manage.

      “Lilly, I need you to tell me what happened to me when you sang.”

      Once she would have hung her head. But this was not her fault. So she lifted her chin and looked Kane directly in the eyes.

      “I don’t know how or why, but apparently when I sing, my voice is like the mythical sirens, compelling men. As it did you.”

      Narrow-eyed, he stared. “Then why can’t I remember? Even if you could make me do something, you shouldn’t be able to make me forget.”

      “I don’t know. But you kissed me.” Her face heated, which meant she was most likely a fiery red.

      KAREN WHIDDON started weaving fanciful tales for her younger brothers at the age of eleven. Amid the Catskill Mountains of New York, then the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, she fueled her imagination with the natural beauty that surrounded her. Karen now lives in north Texas, where she shares her life with her very own hero of a husband and three doting dogs. Also an entrepreneur, she divides her time between the business she started and writing. You can e-mail Karen at [email protected] or write to her at PO Box 820807, Fort Worth, TX 76182, USA. Fans of her writing can also check out her website, www.karenwhiddon.com.

      The Wolf Siren

      Karen Whiddon

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      To Patricia Ann Corcoran, 5-2-35 to 9-27-13.

      You were many things in the 78 years you lived in this world, but to me you were first and foremost my mother. I will always miss you.

      Contents

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Extract

      Chapter 1

      “You look...” The tall, dark-haired man stared, his silver gaze intense. “A thousand times better than the last time I saw you.”

      Clutching the door handle and peering out through the six-inch crack, Lilly Gideon tried hard not to tremble. Belatedly, she realized she never should have opened the door. But then, she hadn’t known this man had been coming up the sidewalk.

      Or had she? Something, some inner restlessness, had given her the urge to step out onto the front porch. Surely, she hadn’t been going to meet this stranger who talked as if he knew her. He had a confident air of masculine authority and the sheer strength of his muscular body overwhelmed her.

      She struggled to speak, to summon up some sort of relatively normal response. She was safe, she told herself over and over like a mantra, ignoring the shiver of dread working its way up her spine. Finally safe. Her brother, Lucas, his wife, Blythe, and her daughter, Hailey, were in the kitchen and would come running at the slightest sound. All she had to do was call. But staring at the handsome stranger, still she couldn’t seem to force words past her closed-up throat.

      “Lilly?” he asked, the deep dustiness of his voice striking a chord inside her, as if her soul recognized him. “It’s me, Kane McGraw. Don’t you remember me?”

      Pushing away the panic, she struggled to simply breathe. The chiseled planes of his rugged face did seem achingly familiar, but with her tangled confusion of memories, she didn’t know if this was a good thing or bad. He wore his dark hair short, spiky, a bit longer than military style, which added to his self-confident appearance. Once again, she found him intimidating.

      Despite her best effort to appear brave, she let her hand creep up to her throat and dredged up words. “I...no. I don’t remember you.”

      Her twin brother, Lucas, must have had a second sense, too. Something that told him she needed him right now. “Lilly?” he called, appearing in the arched opening that led to the foyer. “Are you all right?”

      Relief flooding her, she turned her panicked gaze toward him, imploring silently for help.

      “What’s wrong?” Lucas strode toward her, putting himself in front of her even as he yanked the door all the way open.

      “Kane?” Despite hearing the joy in her brother’s voice, Lilly stepped back, taking refuge in the small space between the door and the wall. She hated the way terror still consumed her, but for now she didn’t yet have the strength to overcome it. Maybe someday, but not just yet. She only hoped that with time...

      “Lucas!” The two men gave each other the quick shoulder hug used by men.

      “That was fast,” Lucas said, the sun making his brown hair appear blond. He glanced at Lilly, and then back at their visitor, grinning. Lilly envied her brother’s carefree attitude. Newly married and in love, his clear blue eyes radiated happiness. She kept hoping some of it would rub off on her. So far, she hadn’t been so blessed.

      Kane laughed, a throaty chuckle, drawing her attention. “As soon as you told me what you needed, I dropped everything. My vacation days were piling up unused anyway. I think the Society of Pack Protectors was shocked that I wanted to take them.”

      Though the deep rumble of this stranger’s voice chased away the chill inside