The Wolf Town Guardians:
About the Series:
Born to walk this world as both wolf and human, this group of alpha werewolves are the finest when it comes to protecting their hidden settlement in Missouri. Guardians are the masters of self-control, taking pride in their authority and strict moral code. But it all changes at the first scent of their mates. Their control snaps. The mating heat starts.
This is their stories.
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Shifter Romance, Werewolf Romance
Bestselling series on Amazon and All Romance E-Books! Each book in this series is a full length standalone and can be read by itself.
Born to walk this world as both wolf and human, this group of alpha werewolves are the finest when it comes to protecting their hidden settlement in Missouri. Guardians are the masters of self-control, taking pride in their authority and strict moral code. But it all changes at the first scent of their mates. Their control snaps. The mating heat starts.
This is their stories.
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Shifter Romance, Werewolf Romance
Bestselling series on Amazon and All Romance E-Books! Each book in this series is a full length standalone and can be read by itself.
My Wolf King
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Book One, Wolf Town Guardians
When plus-sized Carole Anne Boswick discovers an injured naked man in her yard, she knows she's in trouble. Alexander is hot, cocky, and full of swagger. He's a werewolf with the body of a sex god... and he's determined to have her.
Alexander is used to being in control. As the King of Wolves he has to be. But his control is shot at the first scent of his mate. He wants her in his home and in his bed as the Queen of Wolves, but Carole Anne has other ideas.
The panther shifters are after his mate, and she's refusing his protection. Nobody ever told him that a mating would be so hard. But Alexander isn't about to admit defeat. He's an alpha on a mission to claim his female, and Carole Anne is in heat.
For him...
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Book One, Wolf Town Guardians
When plus-sized Carole Anne Boswick discovers an injured naked man in her yard, she knows she's in trouble. Alexander is hot, cocky, and full of swagger. He's a werewolf with the body of a sex god... and he's determined to have her.
Alexander is used to being in control. As the King of Wolves he has to be. But his control is shot at the first scent of his mate. He wants her in his home and in his bed as the Queen of Wolves, but Carole Anne has other ideas.
The panther shifters are after his mate, and she's refusing his protection. Nobody ever told him that a mating would be so hard. But Alexander isn't about to admit defeat. He's an alpha on a mission to claim his female, and Carole Anne is in heat.
For him...
Excerpt from My Wolf King:
In the center of the clearing was a well-maintained log cabin, the chimney releasing the smoke from the fireplace. A wooden barn and metal shed were behind it, the doors closed up at that time of night. It was your typical small farm, complete with a chicken coop, a cow, and a little vegetable garden.
The sound of breaking glass drew his attention as another scream echoed through the night. It came from behind the cabin, and he wasn’t able to see it from where he stood. He raced down the hill, his wolf body tense and ready for battle.
Easing up to the corner of the porch he crouched down low, looking for the woman. He was downwind from the panther, and a quick glance showed that there was only one. The wolf smiled. That definitely evened the odds. Alexander wouldn’t have left her alone to face a supernatural creature, but more shifters would have made it difficult to save them both.
Looking up, he watched the large, half-shifted panther taunting the woman. He was standing on the porch as he busted out a large window with one massive hand. Alexander could smell the pleasure he derived from toying with her, but he held back the growl of outrage. As powerful as he was, the panther could have entered at anytime. Instead, he was savoring her fear. His cockiness would be his downfall.
Thick black fur covered his entire body, but he was still on two legs. With ears on the top of his head and long fangs, the panther shifter was a gruesome sight. Alexander could only imagine how horrifying he would be to a human.
“Leave me alone, or I will shoot,” a woman’s husky voice rang out through the broken window. “I'm not too afraid to blow your ass right back to whatever hell you came from.”
With his enhanced hearing, Alexander could hear the cock of the rifle. She meant business. His muzzle curled up slightly in humor, and had he been in human form he might have laughed. She definitely had spunk. Little did she know, a regular rifle wouldn’t do much damage to a long-lived creature like the panther shifter, but he admired her courage.
The shifter threw his head back and laughed before speaking. “I’m going to have fun breaking you tonight, human,” he growled out. “At least before I kill you.”
The woman remained silent. Despite the gravity of the situation, Alexander regretted it. He found her voice pleasing.
His mind raced as he forced the thought from his mind. One thrust from the panther's powerful shoulder would have been enough to break down the flimsy wooden door. Instead, he had chosen to make it slow, building up the panic and fear. What did he hope to gain?
If the human wouldn’t have been watching, Alexander could have taken him down and questioned him. As it was, though, he’d have to eliminate him immediately.
The air from the interior of the cabin mixed with the light breeze. The smell of cinnamon and apple teased his nostrils, right before a delicious unknown scent hit him with the force of a hurricane. His eyes widened as sensation coursed through him, so powerful he had to catch his breath.
Liquid fire raced through his veins, forcing his heart rate to increase. Power ran through his body, fueling the rage that pulsated within him at the discovery of this woman being attacked. His teeth gnashed together with brutal force as the thudding in his ears drowned out the noise of his surroundings. He became primal, determined to protect and possess the unseen woman inside the home. In the span of a heartbeat his life had completely changed, and it would never be what it was before.
He had found his mate.
In the center of the clearing was a well-maintained log cabin, the chimney releasing the smoke from the fireplace. A wooden barn and metal shed were behind it, the doors closed up at that time of night. It was your typical small farm, complete with a chicken coop, a cow, and a little vegetable garden.
The sound of breaking glass drew his attention as another scream echoed through the night. It came from behind the cabin, and he wasn’t able to see it from where he stood. He raced down the hill, his wolf body tense and ready for battle.
Easing up to the corner of the porch he crouched down low, looking for the woman. He was downwind from the panther, and a quick glance showed that there was only one. The wolf smiled. That definitely evened the odds. Alexander wouldn’t have left her alone to face a supernatural creature, but more shifters would have made it difficult to save them both.
Looking up, he watched the large, half-shifted panther taunting the woman. He was standing on the porch as he busted out a large window with one massive hand. Alexander could smell the pleasure he derived from toying with her, but he held back the growl of outrage. As powerful as he was, the panther could have entered at anytime. Instead, he was savoring her fear. His cockiness would be his downfall.
Thick black fur covered his entire body, but he was still on two legs. With ears on the top of his head and long fangs, the panther shifter was a gruesome sight. Alexander could only imagine how horrifying he would be to a human.
“Leave me alone, or I will shoot,” a woman’s husky voice rang out through the broken window. “I'm not too afraid to blow your ass right back to whatever hell you came from.”
With his enhanced hearing, Alexander could hear the cock of the rifle. She meant business. His muzzle curled up slightly in humor, and had he been in human form he might have laughed. She definitely had spunk. Little did she know, a regular rifle wouldn’t do much damage to a long-lived creature like the panther shifter, but he admired her courage.
The shifter threw his head back and laughed before speaking. “I’m going to have fun breaking you tonight, human,” he growled out. “At least before I kill you.”
The woman remained silent. Despite the gravity of the situation, Alexander regretted it. He found her voice pleasing.
His mind raced as he forced the thought from his mind. One thrust from the panther's powerful shoulder would have been enough to break down the flimsy wooden door. Instead, he had chosen to make it slow, building up the panic and fear. What did he hope to gain?
If the human wouldn’t have been watching, Alexander could have taken him down and questioned him. As it was, though, he’d have to eliminate him immediately.
The air from the interior of the cabin mixed with the light breeze. The smell of cinnamon and apple teased his nostrils, right before a delicious unknown scent hit him with the force of a hurricane. His eyes widened as sensation coursed through him, so powerful he had to catch his breath.
Liquid fire raced through his veins, forcing his heart rate to increase. Power ran through his body, fueling the rage that pulsated within him at the discovery of this woman being attacked. His teeth gnashed together with brutal force as the thudding in his ears drowned out the noise of his surroundings. He became primal, determined to protect and possess the unseen woman inside the home. In the span of a heartbeat his life had completely changed, and it would never be what it was before.
He had found his mate.
My Wolf Protector
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Book Two, Wolf Town Guardians
A Paranormal Romance Best Seller!
Resigned to never knowing the truth about his mate's disappearance, Marrok Walker is a guardian with nothing left to lose. Late one night his entire world is turned upside down when two battered werewolves stumble into Wolf Town. They have escaped from a hidden research facility in New Mexico, and they are only moments away from death. Before losing consciousness, one of them makes a shocking revelation. Marrok discovers his mate is still alive... and desperate to be rescued.
Taylor Moore was just your average virginal accountant until a series of horrific events altered her life. Plus-sized and loaded with responsibilities, she lets her best friend talk her into trouble. At the very last moment, she's rescued by a tall, dangerous male riding a motorcycle. He's a Native American from the Apache tribe and a bad boy biker at that. It's the start of something wonderful... until she's abducted from him and taken to Hell's Pit.
Now that he knows his mate is alive, Marrok won't let anything stand in the way of reclaiming her. She's no longer the same woman he knew, but the mating heat doesn't care. It explodes, burning them both alive. Taylor is his.
And by the time Marrok is done with her, she'll know it.
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Book Two, Wolf Town Guardians
A Paranormal Romance Best Seller!
Resigned to never knowing the truth about his mate's disappearance, Marrok Walker is a guardian with nothing left to lose. Late one night his entire world is turned upside down when two battered werewolves stumble into Wolf Town. They have escaped from a hidden research facility in New Mexico, and they are only moments away from death. Before losing consciousness, one of them makes a shocking revelation. Marrok discovers his mate is still alive... and desperate to be rescued.
Taylor Moore was just your average virginal accountant until a series of horrific events altered her life. Plus-sized and loaded with responsibilities, she lets her best friend talk her into trouble. At the very last moment, she's rescued by a tall, dangerous male riding a motorcycle. He's a Native American from the Apache tribe and a bad boy biker at that. It's the start of something wonderful... until she's abducted from him and taken to Hell's Pit.
Now that he knows his mate is alive, Marrok won't let anything stand in the way of reclaiming her. She's no longer the same woman he knew, but the mating heat doesn't care. It explodes, burning them both alive. Taylor is his.
And by the time Marrok is done with her, she'll know it.
Excerpt from My Wolf Protector:
He looked wistfully to the north, his hands gripping the handlebars tightly. There was nothing he'd like more than to ride straight out of the reservation, leaving it far behind. When he'd gotten the call he'd been in California, traveling with a group of bikers he met in a small-town bar. All of them had been human, but it hadn't mattered. Marrok was a free spirit, used to living footloose and fancy-free. He would have traveled with them for a while, enjoying the parties and the women, until something else appealed to him.
There was one hard and fast rule he always stuck to, though. When the moon called, he listened. He made sure to keep to himself during that time, always steering clear of humanity until it phased out. Nobody really noticed or cared about his disappearances. The bikers were used to others joining and leaving their groups as they pleased.
Lost in his thoughts, it took his mind a moment to process the change in the air. He slowed down the bike, inhaling deeply to analyze it. His supernatural sense of smell picked up an odd and elusive scent in the wind, mixed in with the acrid smell of smoke and alcohol. The scents didn't go together, one of them pleasant while the others were repugnant. His eyes flickered with interest as he pulled off onto the shoulder of the road.
The night was silent when he cut the bike off. Marrok carefully scanned the horizon while opening his senses wide. Over the noise of the crickets, he faintly heard the sounds of motorcycles, loud rock music, and laughter. His dark eyes zoned in on the area it was coming from. In the distance, a large bonfire illuminated the darkness, far enough away it wouldn't have been visible to the average human.
He was anything but average, though.
A group of bikers were having a late night party at Jagged Rock Lake. It wasn't anyone from the area. He would know their scents if they were. The majority of the tribe were werewolves, and a wolf could easily recognize one of their own. Trouble was oozing from their pores, the stench reaching him even from a distance. This group was up to no good, and the last thing their pack needed was more trouble.
The wind blew through his hair, bringing in more of the captivating scent. He inhaled deeply, his body humming with excitement. It was a combination of jasmine and musk, purely female. It was delicious, unlike anything he'd ever smelled before. His eyes glowed red behind his dark lenses. Who was this mysterious female affecting him so deeply?
The answer slammed into him, his body stiffening in a mixture of shock and overwhelming lust. His massive hands tightened on the handlebars, nearly crushing them with his strength. It was undeniable. The wolf inside of him had lived for this very moment, and there was no force on earth strong enough to keep him away. Nothing existed or mattered beyond the burning need pulsating through his body. He had scented his mate, and he was determined to claim her.
He looked wistfully to the north, his hands gripping the handlebars tightly. There was nothing he'd like more than to ride straight out of the reservation, leaving it far behind. When he'd gotten the call he'd been in California, traveling with a group of bikers he met in a small-town bar. All of them had been human, but it hadn't mattered. Marrok was a free spirit, used to living footloose and fancy-free. He would have traveled with them for a while, enjoying the parties and the women, until something else appealed to him.
There was one hard and fast rule he always stuck to, though. When the moon called, he listened. He made sure to keep to himself during that time, always steering clear of humanity until it phased out. Nobody really noticed or cared about his disappearances. The bikers were used to others joining and leaving their groups as they pleased.
Lost in his thoughts, it took his mind a moment to process the change in the air. He slowed down the bike, inhaling deeply to analyze it. His supernatural sense of smell picked up an odd and elusive scent in the wind, mixed in with the acrid smell of smoke and alcohol. The scents didn't go together, one of them pleasant while the others were repugnant. His eyes flickered with interest as he pulled off onto the shoulder of the road.
The night was silent when he cut the bike off. Marrok carefully scanned the horizon while opening his senses wide. Over the noise of the crickets, he faintly heard the sounds of motorcycles, loud rock music, and laughter. His dark eyes zoned in on the area it was coming from. In the distance, a large bonfire illuminated the darkness, far enough away it wouldn't have been visible to the average human.
He was anything but average, though.
A group of bikers were having a late night party at Jagged Rock Lake. It wasn't anyone from the area. He would know their scents if they were. The majority of the tribe were werewolves, and a wolf could easily recognize one of their own. Trouble was oozing from their pores, the stench reaching him even from a distance. This group was up to no good, and the last thing their pack needed was more trouble.
The wind blew through his hair, bringing in more of the captivating scent. He inhaled deeply, his body humming with excitement. It was a combination of jasmine and musk, purely female. It was delicious, unlike anything he'd ever smelled before. His eyes glowed red behind his dark lenses. Who was this mysterious female affecting him so deeply?
The answer slammed into him, his body stiffening in a mixture of shock and overwhelming lust. His massive hands tightened on the handlebars, nearly crushing them with his strength. It was undeniable. The wolf inside of him had lived for this very moment, and there was no force on earth strong enough to keep him away. Nothing existed or mattered beyond the burning need pulsating through his body. He had scented his mate, and he was determined to claim her.
My Wolf Cowboy
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Book Three, Wolf Town Guardians
After having spent her entire life on the Amish settlement, Natalie Miller knows little about the world outside of her rigid, religious community. But she does know all about rules... and the consequences of breaking them.
She's been taught all her life that bad boys like Connor are sinful. She knows better. Her attraction to him goes against everything she was taught to believe in, but her body doesn't care. All it takes is one taste of him, and Natalie is hooked.
Living in sin? Nothing ever felt so right...
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Book Three, Wolf Town Guardians
After having spent her entire life on the Amish settlement, Natalie Miller knows little about the world outside of her rigid, religious community. But she does know all about rules... and the consequences of breaking them.
She's been taught all her life that bad boys like Connor are sinful. She knows better. Her attraction to him goes against everything she was taught to believe in, but her body doesn't care. All it takes is one taste of him, and Natalie is hooked.
Living in sin? Nothing ever felt so right...
Excerpt from My Wolf Cowboy:
“I've come to formally request your permission to go to war against the Amish.”
Alexander gaped at Connor, his expression dumbfounded at his words. It wasn't often the King of Wolves revealed his thoughts so openly, but Connor was too upset to feel any satisfaction over shocking the other man so thoroughly. The very purpose of his existence was on the line. He'd waited too long already.
Finally, Alexander regained control. He leaned back in the large chair, his blue eyes locked on Connor's face. “Why would you want to do that?” His tone wasn't mocking, just curious. Only a life or death situation would push a guardian to make a request like this. Connor was sure Alexander knew that.
Connor shifted in his seat, relieved that they were the only two in the library. He was a mess, both physically and mentally. He'd denied his mate for too long and now he was paying the price for it.
He opened his mouth to speak several times, but nothing came out. How could he explain the last few months, and the part he'd played in it? Never had he heard of a wolf refusing to claim his mate, it was simply unheard of. In this matter, he was alone. There was nobody to blame but himself.
In his defense, though, he'd spent the majority of that time gravely injured. It took extensive injuries to debilitate a wolf, and the damage his body had sustained had been enough to get the job done. Had he not been hurt, he doubted he would have been able to deny his need for so long--despite his resistance to mating.
“Well?” Alexander demanded, prodding him for a response. “You can't just march in here and make a statement like that, not without explaining it.”
“I'm mated,” Connor burst out in a hoarse voice, his wolf simmering just beneath the surface. The turmoil alone was enough to force the change. The man and the wolf were both uneasy. Neither of them were comfortable with such high levels of frustration.
“Congratulations,” Alexander replied dryly, amusement flickering over his aristocratic, handsome features. He'd given Connor some serious competition amongst the women of Wolf Town. Now that he was mated, though, the women were smart enough to leave him alone. “What's that got to do with the Amish?”
“Dammit, Alexander,” Connor growled out, standing up to walk to the window. The world outside was dark, the ground blanketed with snow. And in that darkness, she waited for him.
“My mate... she's Amish.” He spat the last part out over his shoulder, his tone filled with disgust. What would a lusty werewolf do with a woman like that? It was likely she'd been taught since birth that sex was good for nothing but reproductive purposes. The thought of mounting an impassive female was enough to render his shaft useless. Almost.
“I've come to formally request your permission to go to war against the Amish.”
Alexander gaped at Connor, his expression dumbfounded at his words. It wasn't often the King of Wolves revealed his thoughts so openly, but Connor was too upset to feel any satisfaction over shocking the other man so thoroughly. The very purpose of his existence was on the line. He'd waited too long already.
Finally, Alexander regained control. He leaned back in the large chair, his blue eyes locked on Connor's face. “Why would you want to do that?” His tone wasn't mocking, just curious. Only a life or death situation would push a guardian to make a request like this. Connor was sure Alexander knew that.
Connor shifted in his seat, relieved that they were the only two in the library. He was a mess, both physically and mentally. He'd denied his mate for too long and now he was paying the price for it.
He opened his mouth to speak several times, but nothing came out. How could he explain the last few months, and the part he'd played in it? Never had he heard of a wolf refusing to claim his mate, it was simply unheard of. In this matter, he was alone. There was nobody to blame but himself.
In his defense, though, he'd spent the majority of that time gravely injured. It took extensive injuries to debilitate a wolf, and the damage his body had sustained had been enough to get the job done. Had he not been hurt, he doubted he would have been able to deny his need for so long--despite his resistance to mating.
“Well?” Alexander demanded, prodding him for a response. “You can't just march in here and make a statement like that, not without explaining it.”
“I'm mated,” Connor burst out in a hoarse voice, his wolf simmering just beneath the surface. The turmoil alone was enough to force the change. The man and the wolf were both uneasy. Neither of them were comfortable with such high levels of frustration.
“Congratulations,” Alexander replied dryly, amusement flickering over his aristocratic, handsome features. He'd given Connor some serious competition amongst the women of Wolf Town. Now that he was mated, though, the women were smart enough to leave him alone. “What's that got to do with the Amish?”
“Dammit, Alexander,” Connor growled out, standing up to walk to the window. The world outside was dark, the ground blanketed with snow. And in that darkness, she waited for him.
“My mate... she's Amish.” He spat the last part out over his shoulder, his tone filled with disgust. What would a lusty werewolf do with a woman like that? It was likely she'd been taught since birth that sex was good for nothing but reproductive purposes. The thought of mounting an impassive female was enough to render his shaft useless. Almost.
My Wolf Fighter
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Book Four, Wolf Town Guardians
Amanda Wyatt is having a bad month. Her job as a bartender at the Red Ruby is on the line, her cheating boyfriend has thrown her out, and she's dying. Now homeless and without any hope, she's resigned to living in her car in the woods... until a naked man walks out of the darkness to change her mind.
Ryker is a werewolf with a major chip on his shoulder. He's pissed at the world. But one look at Amanda's curvy body is enough to make his mouth run dry. Ryker knows exactly what she needs... and he's just the werewolf to give it to her.
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Book Four, Wolf Town Guardians
Amanda Wyatt is having a bad month. Her job as a bartender at the Red Ruby is on the line, her cheating boyfriend has thrown her out, and she's dying. Now homeless and without any hope, she's resigned to living in her car in the woods... until a naked man walks out of the darkness to change her mind.
Ryker is a werewolf with a major chip on his shoulder. He's pissed at the world. But one look at Amanda's curvy body is enough to make his mouth run dry. Ryker knows exactly what she needs... and he's just the werewolf to give it to her.
Excerpt from My Wolf Fighter:
Spotting an empty bar stool, he cut through the crowd, determined to get to it before someone else did. The people in front of him parted like a warm knife through butter, which wasn't unusual. His don't-fuck-with-me persona came naturally, and most people reacted to it immediately. In other words, men avoided him but not the women. No, Ryker was used to women flocking to him, whether he wanted their attentions or not.
He ignored all of them as he slid on the seat and waited for the bartender to take his order. It didn't take her long. Stopping in front of him, she wiped the back of her hand across her forehead tiredly before asking, “What can I get you?”
Ryker gave her his full attention, his breath hitching in his lungs. Tall and robust with thick hips and large breasts, the bartender was a true beauty. She reminded him of the women from his past, back in a time where curvy women were not only appreciated but sought after. God, how I miss those days.
For once in his life, Ryker was actually speechless. Their eyes connected and held, blue meeting blue in a heated exchange that all but floored him. Invisible electricity sizzled along his nerve endings, the sensation nearly burning him alive. His reaction to her was instantaneous. His shaft came alive in his jeans, thickening and pulsating underneath the suddenly too-tight material. Had they been alone he would have seduced her. Immediately.
Ryker inhaled automatically, his wolf searching for any signs that he'd finally found his mate. Nothing. She wasn't his mate, but her scent was odd. It held a thick, cloying scent that he hadn't encountered in a human before. He frowned. It almost reminded him of poison.
The attraction he felt toward her was powerful, certainly stronger than anything he'd ever experienced before. His control was all but shot, his wolf restless. The bartender blushed before finally breaking eye contact. She did it on the pretense of checking on the rest of the bar, but Ryker wasn't fooled. She felt the attraction, too. He was sure of it.
Spotting an empty bar stool, he cut through the crowd, determined to get to it before someone else did. The people in front of him parted like a warm knife through butter, which wasn't unusual. His don't-fuck-with-me persona came naturally, and most people reacted to it immediately. In other words, men avoided him but not the women. No, Ryker was used to women flocking to him, whether he wanted their attentions or not.
He ignored all of them as he slid on the seat and waited for the bartender to take his order. It didn't take her long. Stopping in front of him, she wiped the back of her hand across her forehead tiredly before asking, “What can I get you?”
Ryker gave her his full attention, his breath hitching in his lungs. Tall and robust with thick hips and large breasts, the bartender was a true beauty. She reminded him of the women from his past, back in a time where curvy women were not only appreciated but sought after. God, how I miss those days.
For once in his life, Ryker was actually speechless. Their eyes connected and held, blue meeting blue in a heated exchange that all but floored him. Invisible electricity sizzled along his nerve endings, the sensation nearly burning him alive. His reaction to her was instantaneous. His shaft came alive in his jeans, thickening and pulsating underneath the suddenly too-tight material. Had they been alone he would have seduced her. Immediately.
Ryker inhaled automatically, his wolf searching for any signs that he'd finally found his mate. Nothing. She wasn't his mate, but her scent was odd. It held a thick, cloying scent that he hadn't encountered in a human before. He frowned. It almost reminded him of poison.
The attraction he felt toward her was powerful, certainly stronger than anything he'd ever experienced before. His control was all but shot, his wolf restless. The bartender blushed before finally breaking eye contact. She did it on the pretense of checking on the rest of the bar, but Ryker wasn't fooled. She felt the attraction, too. He was sure of it.