“Willow Falls Inn, in its prime, had been a significant source of tourism to the town. My mother, the great Senator Richmond, made certain slipping free was a skill I’d acquired before I was even able to tie my own shoes. Unfortunately, for her, I’d been raised in a lion’s den of politics and cut my teeth on double talk. The devious curl to her full, enticing lips made it pretty clear I’d stepped into the trap she’d set for me. She had just enough intensity that I’d be asking for her number in any other setting, but she was smart enough to put on a calm veneer that almost completely masked it. Whatever speech the temperamental woman had prepared was sure to be entertaining. “But that is all in the past and I came here to discuss the future.” Her smile was too tight and her gaze held just a bit too open of an edge. Some details are buried so deep it is nearly impossible to be found, but still there.” She folded her hands in her lap, the serene image she displayed so obviously in contrast to her truth. Her nostrils flared for just half a second. But you’re more than welcome to reapply.” “I’m afraid you just didn’t look closely enough. “It is, in fact, listed on the website.” I opened my hands in a helpless gesture. She was dressed semi conservatively, but with just enough of a hint of the curves hidden beneath the basic gray clothing to tempt me. The fire sparking in her emerald eyes was nearly more of a turn-on than the gentle swell of her breasts clearly accentuated by the cut of her dress. “Not quite so straightforward since it never stipulates a specific ink color, but I believe my last petition was returned with a request for it to be resubmitted because I wrote with a blue pen instead of a black one.” Her face tightened slightly, her lips pressing into a thin line as I spoke before relaxing. “All of the paperwork is pretty straightforward and available on the county website.” I was a little surprised she hadn’t played the “can’t you do this tiny favor for your best friend’s fiancée” card, but I was much too happy to avoid that discussion to hint at it myself. Although I am unclear as to what, exactly, constitutes this meeting.” I rested my elbows on the desk and steepled my fingers in front of my face, pointedly ignoring her creamy legs as she crossed them after she sat in the poorly stuffed chair. Just proof it had been too long since I’d had a life outside of work. No, I argued with myself, not her effect. I’d never been more grateful for the massive antique that came along with the office than I was at that moment to hide her effect on my body. I gave my traitorous head a small shake and turned to move behind my desk and take a seat as I motioned for Ms. Turns out, I’m not really sick.Like how good you’d look in my bed with that sleek blonde hair spread across my pillowcase? On the run with these mysterious men and hunted by the very people I believed were my caretakers, I begin to realize nothing is what I thought it was. Instead, it comes in a hail of gunfire, along with four distractingly handsome men who say they’re here to rescue me. But when that day finally arrives, it’s nothing like I hoped it would be. I keep my chin up and do everything the doctors order, praying one day I’ll walk out of here in perfect health. When their fates collide, sparks will fly… Diagnosed with a rare terminal illness, I’ve spent over half my life in the Strand Corporation’s state-of-the-art treatment facility. An innocent young woman trapped in a web of lies. ***Complete reverse harem series ready to be devoured*** Four renegade wolf shifters.
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