Exclusive Excerpt: Her Lone Wolf by Paige Tyler

PTyler-Her Lone WolfI am excited to welcome author Paige Tyler, who is getting ready to release her second X-Ops novel, Her Lone Wolf.

Leaving him was Impossible…
It took everything she had for FBI Special Agent Danica Beckett to walk away from the man she loved. But if she wants to save his life, she has to keep her distance. Now, with a killer on the loose and the stakes higher than ever before, the Department of Covert Ops is forcing these former lovers into an uneasy alliance…whether they like it or not.

Seeing her again is even worse
The last thing Clayne Buchanan wants is to be shackled to the woman who broke his heart. She gets under his skin in a way no one ever has and makes him want things he has no right to anymore. All he has to do is suffer through this case and he can be free of her for good. But when Clayne finds out why Danica left in the first place, everything he’s tried to bury comes roaring back—and there’s no way this wolf shifter is going to let her get away this time.


Excerpt from Her Lone Wolf (X-OPS 2)

She and Clayne were supposed to be there for the cocktail party the drug lord was throwing. The bastard was ballsy enough to actually entertain guests—including the ambassador—in the main house while his thugs held the girl a few hundred yards away in the guesthouse. The ambassador didn’t know the man hosting the gala had his daughter, of course. He only knew his attendance at the party was critical to getting her back—and for getting Danica and Clayne inside. Which meant they had to dress for a party instead of a hostage rescue. When Clayne sprinted across the meticulous lawn, he did it in a tux. When she ran, it was in three-inch heels and a black evening gown with a slit up to her hip and a plunging neckline that stopped a few inches short of her belly button. She was lucky to keep everything where it belonged when she walked, much less ran.

For some reason though, Clayne’s more than casual observation didn’t bother her as much as it might have if it had been any other man looking. Probably because sexual tension had been brewing between them for months.

After they’d gotten over the initial awkwardness and made it through the hell that was the DCO team certification process, they’d started to notice each other in a different light. How could they not when they were together almost around the clock? She’d already seen Clayne nearly naked a few times and knew he possessed one hell of a body. Although he looked damn yummy in the expensive tux he was wearing now, too. She was having a hard time deciding which way she liked him better—bare-ass naked or dressed to the max.

She opted for naked. She was shallow like that.

Danica almost laughed when she came to a stop in front of her partner, who at the moment looked more like the big bad wolf that wanted to eat her up than a highly skilled undercover agent. But while Clayne might appreciate her body, he wasn’t stupid enough to let it distract him for long. He dragged his gaze away from her cleavage and sniffed the air.

“Still clear.”

“You pick up the girl’s scent yet?” Danica asked.

“Yeah. At least the trace amount she left behind before they took her inside. I won’t know exactly where she is until we get in there.”

He gave her a nod, then led the way toward the back of the guesthouse. According to the floor plan, there was an entrance to the kitchen on that side. Danica only hoped it wasn’t guarded. John’s orders had been simple—this wasn’t a shoot-’em-all-and-let-God-sort-’em-out kind of mission. They were to avoid engaging the guards, slip inside quietly, grab the girl, and get her off the estate before anyone knew they were there. They weren’t supposed to go anywhere near the drug lord or kill his men in retribution. Get in and get out, nice and quiet.

Right. If John wanted a nice, quiet mission, why the hell had he sent her and Clayne? They didn’t exactly do quiet.

Clayne peeked around the corner of the guesthouse. “You gonna take the lead once we get inside?”

Danica fought the urge to lean around him to take a look. It was better if he did it. His nose and ears would alert him if anyone was coming long before she’d ever know it. He was good at recon and attack; she was good at data processing and on-the-fly planning. That was why he wanted her to lead once they got inside. She was better at directing them through a close-quarter situation. He preferred to follow her lead and cover her back. It had taken them a while to come to that conclusion, mainly because Clayne liked being in charge, but once he saw how much better they worked as a team, he gave in.

“Sounds good,” she said.

Clayne edged around the corner and headed for the kitchen entrance. Danica kept an eye on their six and their flank. They were almost there when he stopped in his tracks and spun around.

“Incoming,” he whispered.

Crap. Someone was coming out the kitchen door. There was no way they could retrace their steps and get back to the corner in time.

Danica tensed, ready to pop whoever walked out the door. So much for nice and quiet. But instead of dropping to his knee to cover their backside while she dealt with the person coming out of the guesthouse, Clayne swore and pressed her back against the wall. She barely had time to register a what-the-hell before his right hand—the one with the pistol—slid behind her back and his mouth came down on hers.

Danica didn’t think. She simply trusted that Clayne knew what he was doing and instinctively pushed her gun under his arm. If she had to, she could shoot through his jacket. Her line of fire would be limited, of course, and Clayne would have some serious flash burns, but it might just save their lives.

She twisted his body, pressing her hip against his groin as she tried to aim her weapon at the door. Clayne growled and shoved back with his thigh, moving her weapon off the door and pressing her harder against the wall, his mouth moving insistently over hers.

Danica was still trying to figure out what he was doing when the kitchen door opened and two women stepped out. They wore plain black dresses with white aprons—maids. They were maids, not armed guards. That’s what Clayne had been trying to tell her with his impromptu make-out session.

Realizing she wasn’t playing her part as convincingly as he was, Danica buried the fingers of one hand in his hair and parted her lips under his with a loud moan. God, he tasted better than chocolate. And she had a serious weakness for chocolate. His tongue slipped in to tangle with hers, and Danica had to remind herself they were supposed to be pretending. Because there was nothing pretend about her body’s reaction to what they were doing.

Behind Clayne, one woman said something to the other in Spanish, then they both laughed and walked toward the main house. Danica’s familiarity with the language was limited to two years in high school. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought they said something about horny Americans needing to find a room.

Clayne had his back to the women, so he was probably depending on her to break the kiss when the coast was clear. Danica didn’t pull away, though. Not even after the maids had disappeared inside. It wasn’t her fault. Clayne was a damn good kisser. Besides, she had to make sure the women didn’t come back, didn’t she?

But they had a job to do, and a teenage girl to rescue.

She reluctantly slid her hand from his silky hair to lightly push against his rock-hard chest. He got the message and lifted his head. His eyes flared in the darkness and she saw a flash of gold before he turned to look over his shoulder in the direction the women had disappeared.

“Sorry about that.” His voice was soft and a touch ragged. “I realized they were maids when I heard one say they had to clean up after the party. I was afraid you’d shoot them, and kissing you was the first thing I thought of.”

Because he’d been thinking of doing it before? The idea made her pulse skip a beat and she licked her lips.

“Don’t worry about it. It was good improv. The women didn’t suspect a thing.”

Clayne’s molten eyes dropped to her mouth, and for one crazy moment she thought he was going to kiss her again. But he only jerked his head toward the guesthouse.

“You ready to do this?”

The double entendre almost made her moan. Not trusting herself to speak, Danica nodded and followed him across the lawn.

Meet Paige Tyler!

Paige Tyler is a USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy, romantic fiction. She and her very own military hero (also known as her husband) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their adorable fur baby (also known as their dog). Paige graduated with a degree in education, but decided to pursue her passion and write books about hunky alpha males and the kickbutt heroines who fall in love with them.

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Want to purchase Paige’s novels?

  1. Her Perfect Mate
  2. Her Lone Wolf (Nov 4, 2014)
  3. Her Secret Agent (Dec 2, 2014)
  4. Her Wild Hero (May 1, 2015)

Hungry Like The Wolf (SWAT: Special Wolf Alpha Team #1) (Jan 6, 2015)
Animal Attraction
Just Right (The Sexy Tale of Goldie and the Three Werebears)
Vampire 101
Protective Custody
Librarian by Day
Ride of Her Life
Seducing Officer Barlow


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