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Dire Cravings
(Arctic Wolves Series, Bk #2)
by Tigris Eden
by Tigris Eden
Blurb:
Olivia Esmerelda Vasques has always been in control—in the boardroom, in the bedroom, and in her life. But when her partner/ex-husband insists she needs a vacation, Olivia is reluctant to give in until the board of directors issues an ultimatum: take a vacation or don’t bother coming back.
So hiking Mt. McKinley it is. Not her idea of fun, especially after she stumbles into something she can’t quite explain and doesn’t really understand. All she knows is that the sexy warrior she meets has promised to keep her safe. The problem is, she doesn’t know if she can survive him.
Bödvar (Blue) Varangian never expected to have his ass handed to him by the saucy firecracker that barrels into him in the woods. Scared out of her mind, and just a bit moody, she’s now his responsibility. However, she doesn’t take kindly to him telling her what to do, even though she’s been thrust into a world of shifters and vampires and is obviously in way over her head. He knows her type, yet he can’t help wanting to tame her. But his cravings run dark; something he suspects will have her running faster and farther than the threat she currently faces.
Can two people from two different worlds find a way to navigate their journey of friendship, love, and their darkest desires?
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Excerpt
I
did not see a monster drain a man dry of blood. Not possible. The images played on a loop in
Olivia’s mind as she ran.
Three
days.
That’s
how long she’d been running nonstop.
Olivia’s
legs carried her forward, but not fast enough. She kept going, suspecting that
the creatures who’d attacked her camp were not far behind. The altitude alone
slowed her down. Every sound made her skin crawl, and her heart race. The
silence made her hyper-aware. The forest slept while she attempted to evade the
men chasing her. You are not in a slasher flick, Liv. Keep moving. The
erratic beat of her pulse served as a reminder that she still lived. With
every breath, her chest burned. The weather grew colder, wetter. The damp air
hindered her movements and made her clothes stick to her skin. The combination
of icy sweat against her overheated body exhausted her limbs. Her dry mouth and
swollen tongue only served as an annoyance and a reminder of things she took for
granted. Like water. Food. She was parched for water yet soaked from
exhaustion. That show with the dude who got dropped in remote locations to
survive…he would probably tell his viewers to drink up the sweat or drink their
own urine. But time wasted meant certain death in Olivia’s mind. And what was
considered safe? What constituted her life no longer being in danger?
Dead in the forest on a forced vacation posed a serious problem for Olivia.
What
the hell were those things back there? Not vampires. Vampires
didn’t exist. They had to be crazy drugged-up men. Yeah. Psychos.
Because anything else would make her certifiable, and Olivia Vasques was not
crazy. The men back at the camp had killed the Moores—a nice husband and wife.
The Chesters—newlyweds who only wanted an adventure, had their throats ripped
to shreds. The photographer, Ben—strung up by his feet from a tree limb while
still alive, his blood seeping into the ice-cold ground beneath him to mix with
the snow and mud. And their guide, Art. She hadn’t seen his body. There was too
much blood and chaos for her to truly digest what her mind took in.
Thank
God, she hadn’t screamed. A lot of good it had done her. The moment Olivia
stepped foot inside the camp and witnessed the carnage, they sensed her. Blood
dripped down the sides of their mouths as they hunched over the prone bodies of
her fellow travel companions. Their heads snapped up. Eyes lit up like red
lasers were eerie and devoid of sanity zeroed in on her. They followed her
every movement, like the scope of a sniper’s rifle. One may have even called
out to her.
No,
thank you. She
was not that girl. The one who died within the first five
minutes of a slasher flick. Fuck that shit.
There’d
be no dying today. She had a company to run. An ex-husband and board members to
murder. This had been their idea, after all. Issuing an ultimatum and forcing
her into a vacation she didn’t need nor want. Because of them, she was now
running for her life. Her lungs burned, and all the cardio and spinning classes
she took did absolutely nothing to help with her endurance. Not while in the
mountains. The air was thinner, and her body felt like two tons of brick.
Her
legs, now boneless, would give at any minute. Olivia’s feet throbbed in places
she hadn’t known existed, and the blood in her veins felt thick and sluggish.
With every inhale and exhale of breath, her ribcage protested with sharp slices
of torment. I’m too loud. They would hear her. She
needed to slow down, backtrack and find shelter to rest for the evening. Grab
some sleep before her body no longer supported her. If she slept at night and
ran during the day, it would buy her some time. The idea made sense to her
shattered mind. If she hid and slept while it was dark, and ran during the day,
those things wouldn’t find her. She hadn’t seen one while the sun was out.
Though she hadn’t really seen one at night either.
They’re
playing with you.
Toying
with their food in hopes of wearing her out. Or maybe it didn’t matter what
time of the day she slept or ran.
Animals
sensed fear and anxiety. But those monsters were men. Escaped
lunatics from a local hospital surely. But in the middle of the Alaskan
wilderness? There wasn't a hospital for hundreds of miles, least of
all a mental facility. Would anyone even look for her? No. They
wouldn’t. A forced two-week vacation that the board deemed non-negotiable. If
she so much as answered an email, her employment ended. Fuckers.
She
knew their plans. They didn’t like the way she ran things. Wanted to shove her
out, start recruitment for her replacement. They had another thing coming if
they thought to toss her aside. She’d helped make Madds, Parsons, and Goldberg
the best insurance agency in the business. She'd bled for them. What a
coincidence it would be if she died because of them. I am not going to
die.
The
sound of something ahead drew Olivia up short. Had they found her? Ducking
behind a moss-covered boulder, she plastered herself against the stone, hoping
to become one with it. She tried to hold in her breath, the act impossible as
her heart beat loudly, broadcasting her location.
The
moist ground smelled of wet vegetation. Her water-resistant boots protected her
from the cold and wet of the mud but did nothing for the agony in her
feet. Her body fought against her will to live. On the inside, the
temperature burned. A toasty one hundred and two degrees if she had to guess.
Which in turn made her sweaty—the reason her clothing clung to her skin. Hiking
was not a part of her regular vocabulary or on her list of things to do before
she died. She worked at an insurance agency, in a corner office. She ordered
espressos with petit fours. Where were those two guys from that show when you
needed them? You are not a survivalist, Liv. This felt more
like a movie she’d seen where people hunted people. I gotta find a way
to get out of here. The mountains well within her sight fueled her
objective. It had been her target for the past three days. Her mind supplied
the illusion that if she somehow made it to the mountain, she may come out of
this horrible ordeal alive.
Mud!
She’d
cover herself in mud like Arnold had in that movie with the alien. Then, she
wouldn’t be seen. At least, she prayed that was the case. Because if it wasn’t.
She was screwed.
Will
it work, Vasques?
It
had better work, running any farther would be next to impossible. Olivia slid
down the boulder and began coating her clothing, face, and hair with mud. She
wouldn’t focus on all the bacteria, or the possible infections she could get.
Or how cold and slimy it felt as she caked it on. Nope. She would imagine all
the health benefits a mud bath offered. Your only free spa day, and
you’re rubbing mud into your skin to save your life.
Olivia
had to face reality. Death could be a real possibility for her. She didn’t know
if the mud would work. She didn’t know anything at this point, except that she
wanted to live. Survive to run another day, get off the mountain, go back to
civilization, and when she returned from her forced vacation, she’d sue the ever-loving
shit out of the company for emotional and mental stress.
That’s
exactly what I'm going to do.
Exhaustion
set in fast as she slumped against the boulder. Adrenaline left her body by the
gallons, replaced by irrational fear. Her eyes darted around the forest every
second, her ears pricked at every sound. In the brush in front of her, she
heard growling. Her limbs wouldn’t move. But her stomach rolled, and her mouth
filled with saliva as a wave a nausea overtook her. Frozen in place, she
waited. Exhaustion had zapped what little strength she had left.
Dig
deep, Vasques. Pull that last burst of energy from your gut and move your ass!
The
mental pep talk didn’t do her any good. Her vision blurred and the loud rushing
of blood between her ears, gave her an massive headache. Unable to make out
what animal hid in front of her, Olivia cringed. She heard the growl again. It
was enough to get her heart to pump more blood into her system, giving her the
strength and willpower to move. She made it to her feet within seconds, focused
in on the mountain, and took off as fast as her boots would carry her.
As
she ran, she heard the distinct sound of something chasing after her. She
didn’t want to look back. If she did, she’d fall. It happened in every movie
that ever involved a vampire. Turn around, you lose your footing, and
then you die. Nope, it wasn’t going to happen to her. But her stupid,
stupid mind told her there was no such thing as vampires, so it must be
something else that pursued her. A bear? An elk? Are there even elk in
Alaska? Whatever was chasing her, she wanted to know. Needed to know.
She couldn’t not know.
Olivia
chanced a quick glance over her shoulder and found that it wasn’t vampires. It
was something much worse. A large, black beast of a wolf was trailing her, and
its ice-blue eyes did not appear in the least bit friendly. The wolf looked
pissed. It was also the size of a fucking pony. Holy mother of God! I
promise to go to confession every Tuesday night if you just get me out of this.
Please! Now, she was praying to the Virgin Mother. She was officially
screwed. But then, the last pocket of energy she needed kicked in, and she knew
outrunning the beast was absurd. Even if she tried to confuse it by zig-zagging
in a jagged path. Wait. Don’t they travel in packs? Wolves
weren’t solitary creatures. Stop thinking and run, Liv. Fucking run.
Her
legs felt gelatinous, but she didn’t stop. The idea of climbing up a tree to
save her life held appeal. But her arms probably wouldn’t hold her weight due
to exhaustion, and the idea of lifting her bodyweight seemed altogether
impossible—and dangerous. If she stopped, the wolf would pounce. There was no
true clearing in the woods, only tree after tree after tree. The closer she got
to the mountain, the colder it became. Olivia tried to focus in on the brush in
front of her but failed. Everything was a blur. The sound of paws pounding the
ground in pursuit of her had gone silent. But she knew the wolf was there,
somewhere, waiting to attack. Her nerves calmed slightly at the idea that the
wolf had given up its chase. But then her mind supplied the soundtrack, and she
freaked out all over again. Hopefully, muddy human wasn’t on the menu, and the
wolf simply wanted her out of its territory.
It
didn’t matter. Olivia wasn’t about to slow down. But what she did do was turn
her head to double-check her suspicions. Which was why, when her body collided
with solid steel, she was knocked flat on her ass. She ached all over. There
was a chance she’d broken said ass during the fall, but as she looked up, way up,
she found a mountain of a man standing in front of her. She had to be
dreaming. No, because you only dream of tall, dark, and handsome. Not
tall, light, and… Her train of thought was lost when the stranger with
the long, blond hair and ice-blue eyes peered at her, his savagely rugged beard
outlined a face that belonged in an epic poem. Not just any tale, but a Viking
eulogy, or an Icelandic saga complete with a ship burial as flaming arrows
danced across the sky and embedded in their targets. In other words, she was
imagining a tall sexy as sin blond male, instead of a beast of a wolf, hellbent
on killing her. Because none of it was real. It was Olivia’s last coherent
thought before darkness claimed her.
“I’ve
been very patient with you, Olivia. Some would say too patient. I have not been
forceful with you or exerted my will, have I?” Blue asked.
“No,
but you’ve come pretty damn close.”
They
were back at their cabin. After dinner, everyone went to his or her own rooms.
It was agreed that he and Olivia would leave in the morning, and they would.
Right after he explained a few things to her.
“I
plan to be closer.”
Blue
took a step forward. Olivia stood over by the window, not paying much attention
to him; as if he were an afterthought. Why does this woman vex me so?
“Why
are we even doing this? Can’t we go back and rewind. Go our separate ways?” she
huffed. She was irritated, and he understood. This wasn’t her world. She
couldn’t navigate their ways, and she liked to be in control. Too
bad. She needed to understand that he would take care of her.
Anticipate her needs before she even knew what they were.
“Going
our separate ways—as you keep saying—is not going to happen, Olivia.” He stood
before her and took her hands in his, turning her so that her back was to his
front. Nipping her neck, he watched, fascinated. Her skin was smooth and warm
to the touch. The color that came to the surface because of her arousal enticed
him to do more. Her breath hitched, and he bit down lightly on her shoulder
before saying,” I’ll tell you what’s about to happen.”
His
hands smoothed down the sides of her arms, and he gripped her waist before his
palms traveled up to grab handfuls of her supple breasts. Her body swayed,
not away from him but into him, where she nestled her curvy ass against his
dick—and that took some maneuvering because she had to stand on her tiptoes to
get that angle.
The Arctic Wolves Series
About The Author
Tigris is a military brat who's done her fair share of traveling, thanks to her Army father. She's married to the infamous LL and has three boys. She currently resides in Houston and is actively seeking a book-buddy for the end of the world.
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