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  Seducing Them 1

  Unleashing Seduction

  When Jasmine Picton’s car breaks down in the desert, Hunter Wishram, the middle one of five werewolf shape-shifter brothers, and his best friend mechanic Damien Hall, have no idea why she’s there. But they do know they want her to stay—with them, preferably in handcuffs. Jaz likes what’s she’s seen of the desert, and of the men.

  Jaz is traveling though Nevada looking for unregistered graveyards for the Cemetery Trust to list. It’s one way to keep her huge dog, Phideaux, in kibble, and it’s like a never-ending vacation for herself. Well, mostly it is, anyway. Except when Phideaux has an encounter with a rattlesnake.

  Hunter and Damien take Jaz out to the old Junctionville cemetery. It’s a chance for them all to spend time together and get to know each other better. Besides, maybe she can even use it for her job. Of course, Phideaux comes with them as well.

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves

  Length: 36,003 words

  UNLEASHING SEDUCTION

  Seducing Them 1

  Cara Adams

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  UNLEASHING SEDUCTION

  Copyright © 2014 by Cara Adams

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  About the Author

  UNLEASHING SEDUCTION

  Seducing Them 1

  CARA ADAMS

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  “Come on, come on, come onnn, you useless bucket of bolts. It can’t be more than a couple of miles now. You can do it.” Jasmine Picton thumped the steering wheel encouragingly, trying to will her crappy, piece-of-shit of a car to keep going.

  The car coughed threateningly, then chugged a bit, and kept moving.

  “Good car. You can do it. It’s not far now.”

  Her huge dog put his enormous paw on her thigh and barked helpfully.

  “Yeah, right, Phideaux. If this car dies, you’re going to have to push it to Junctionville. You’re much stronger and heavier than me.”

  She flicked a glance at him. His tongue hung out of his mouth, and he grinned back at her. Obviously he thought she was joking. Hmm. Superstitiously she crossed her toes. Her feet were bare, so it was easy to do. She’d turned off the car air-conditioner as soon as she’d realized it was a hell of a long way to the next gas station in the hope of using less fuel. So far, so good.

  But it was fiendishly hot in the car, even with all the windows open, so she’d kicked her sandals off so her feet wouldn’t sweat so much.

  The car coughed again and slowed. Jaz stared at the fuel gauge and tapped it, but the little red pointer remained firmly on full. It’d taken her much too long to work out the gauge was broken and even longer to figure out that her reckoning of how many miles per gallon the old gas guzzler would achieve was too optimistic. By then she was miles from anywhere and just had to hope she could make it to Junctionville and refuel before the car stopped.

  By her estimation it must be close. It’d been fifty miles from the last sign she’d seen, and that had to be done by now. Or soon. The speed limit out here in Nowheresville was sixty-five miles per hour, and she’d been doing that until the car had started acting up. She was sure she’d passed the sign near enough to an hour ago, so yes. The town should be just about around the next bend. The good news was they were going downhill at present. Not much. The land right here was close to flat, but it was a slight downhill slope, so technically that would make the gas last a bit longer.

  As if to prove her wrong, the car coughed again, slowed even more, and then the engine died on her. Desperately Jaz stomped on the accelerator and turned the ignition key, but it just gave her a really sad sound with so sign of the motor starting.

  “Hmm, what do you think, Phideaux? Should I turn the engine off or leave it on? This’s never happened before. What am I supposed to do now?”

  The big mutt just stared at her.

  “Such a helpful reply.” She sighed.

  The car was going much slower now, not a lot faster than walking pace, but it was still rolling on the road, and that sure as hell beat walking, so she gripped the steering wheel and guided it around the corner.

  The first thing she saw was a gas station, less than half a mile ahead. The car was still rolling slightly, although hardly moving now. She leaned forward and bounced in her seat then tapped Phideaux’s fat ass.

  “Lean on the dashboard, buddy. If you don’t want to push this pile of trash, we cou
ld use some momentum here.”

  She had to give him a shove, but obediently, he put his two front paws on the dashboard and pressed his nose against the windshield. That did help, and the car rolled a little faster, although it was damn hard to steer now. She wondered if she should have left the car ignition on “accessories,” but since the engine wasn’t going, somehow it seemed better to switch the thing off. Couldn’t there be the danger of fire or something? It was as hot as hell out here in the boondocks, and she could believe just about anything would catch fire very easily.

  She rocked forward in her seat, trying to keep the car moving, and Phideaux helpfully pressed his body against the glass. It was enough. She used all her strength and turned the vehicle into the gas station. It crawled over the slightest bump in the pavement and stopped. Quickly she hauled on the parking brake before it could roll backward out onto the road again. Not that she’d seen a single passing vehicle in the last half-hour. Still, the way her freaking luck was going at the moment, the very second she lost control of the car would be when someone slammed into her, turning it into a genuine bucket of bolts, instead of just a figurative one.

  She opened the car door and reached down into the footwell, looking for her sandals. She knew the ground out here would be too hot to stand on in bare feet, and besides, there’d be spiders and scorpions and ants and god only knew what else to bite her here in the desert.

  Phideaux lurched across her body and jumped down onto the cracked concrete of the gas station.

  “Wait up, buddy. I need to put my shoes on.”

  She found one sandal, but the other one had slid underneath the seat. After she fished it out and slipped it on, she sat up again just in time to see the huge mutt racing across the desert at full speed.

  “Phideaux you idiot, get back here,” she yelled.

  He didn’t slow down, far less turn to look at her. Jaz snatched her wallet out of the glove compartment, pushed it into the back pocket of her cutoffs, and then raced after him. “Stupid mutt. Why couldn’t you wait a minute?”

  * * * *

  Hunter was the third of the five Wishram brothers. Werewolves had a tendency to breed more boys than girls, but his mother had kept hoping she’d get a girl. After five sons she’d given up and said she’d wait for a daughter-in-law.

  She was still waiting. There weren’t a lot of people out here in the middle of the desert, and in particular, there weren’t women. In Hunter’s opinion, women liked cities and air-conditioning and milder weather. He loved the desert. It was harsh, but it suited him.

  He and his brothers managed the gas station at Junctionville. In fact, the five of them were Junctionville since his parents had retired to the air-conditioned comfort of the nearest town, over one hundred miles away. Because the brothers had lived here all their lives, they’d gradually each made an area of the business their own. His was the garage. His family advertised Junctionville as the last full-service gas station in America. Likely that was an exaggeration, but they didn’t just serve gas and snacks.

  He was a qualified mechanic, and he and his best friend, Damien Hall, were able to repair most vehicles, at least enough for the owner to drive them on into town. Not that they got a lot of work. There weren’t that many breakdowns way out here. But they did service all kinds of machinery for the families living within an hour or so’s drive of Junctionville. Especially the ones who’d have to travel an extra hour on from Junctionville into Burton or even farther to Towler.

  As well, almost every tourist traveling past stopped here for gas. It was a hell of a long way between gas stations out here, and most travelers liked to gas up and get their oil and water checked as well. Since they mostly also headed into the gas station to pick up water, sodas, and snacks while they were stopped, it was enough of an income to make the gas station viable.

  His oldest brother, Forest, managed the store with the help of Nyander Zaffre, who did most of the food preparation while Forest did the paperwork and store inventory. Hunter’s mom used to make the sandwiches and snacks. When she and his dad had moved into town, Nyander had asked for the job. He and Forest were good friends, so it’d all worked out well. Ny lived in the house with them as well now, as the commute from Burton, one hundred miles west, was annoying.

  Besides, Hunter liked to eat, and a man who liked to cook was a perfect match for their family business.

  Hunter looked up from the engine he was servicing in the garage when a woman screamed out something about Fido. There was no car pulled up at the gas pumps, and he hadn’t heard a vehicle, so how did a woman get here?

  He grabbed a piece of rag to wipe his greasy fingers and walked to the open door of the garage. A large old car was untidily parked half in the entry to the gas station, the driver’s door wide open. He turned, slowly scanning the area in a full three-sixty-degree search until he saw her running out into the desert after a huge dog.

  Damien came and stood beside him, also wiping his fingers. “Where did she come from?”

  Hunter pointed to her car.

  “It doesn’t look like an electric car, so why didn’t we hear it?”

  Hunter shrugged and turned to go back inside the garage. Presumably she’d sort out whatever was the problem with her dog and they’d find out after that. Likely she’d move her car across to the gas pumps while she was here, although it was strange she hadn’t done that before letting the dog out of the car.

  Just then they heard frenzied barking, and the woman started screaming again. Hunter whipped around and saw her holding the dog’s collar, trying to drag him away from something. But the pooch was enormous, and she was no match for him.

  “Rattler!” he said, dropping the rag and starting to run. Damien was right behind him. “Have you still got a couple of doses of antivenin in the house?”

  “Probably.” He and his brothers were far too smart to get bitten. A city woman, though, and that gigantic dog, were likely to do something stupid. Maybe already had done something stupid. “Fuck.” He ran faster, pounding across the desert toward them and wishing he’d thought to bring a spade with him to cut the head off the snake. If it was a snake. But that was the most likely scenario.

  As he got closer, he could see the dog was facing off against a rattler, just as he’d guessed. The snake was standing almost as tall as the dog, swaying his head trying to mesmerize the mutt. The woman had her arms around her pet and was clearly trying to drag him away, but the animal was much bigger than her and had dug his claws into the rocky desert soil, determined to frighten the snake.

  Right now it seemed to Hunter that it was a Mexican standoff and none of them were going to win.

  Sensing Damien beside him he said, “I’ll snatch the woman. You grab the dog.”

  Hunter changed the direction of his approach, curving the line of his arrival slightly so that if he fell over when he grabbed her she’d fall backward, away from the snake, not forward or sideways closer to it. Then he put on a burst of speed and launched himself at her, wrapping his arms around her slender body and lifting her off the ground then rolling so he’d land on the hard, rocky soil, not her.

  She screeched and kept hold of the dog’s collar, refusing to let go, but his strength was enough to surprise the mutt into movement.

  Damien reached for the dog at the same time as Hunter snatched the woman, and they all rolled backward away from the rattler in a tangled mess of limbs and paws.

  Out of nowhere, like something from a bad movie, came the command, “Freeze!”

  Ignoring it, the woman tried to push him away from her, but Hunter had recognized Nyander’s voice and guessed what was about to happen. He held her tightly against his body, subconsciously aware of her soft curves and hot skin even as a single shot broke the silence.

  He jumped to his feet, leaning over her, keeping his hands on her arms and said, “Don’t go near the snake. A rattlesnake has a deadly bite for up to three minutes after it’s dead.”

  Paying no attention to his
words, she jammed her elbow into his ribs and yelled, “Phideaux!”

  The dog barked reassuringly, and Hunter straightened up properly, looking all around. As he’d expected, Damien had a firm grip on the dog, although he was still sprawled on the ground, partially over the animal. Nyander was standing over the rattlesnake, watching its body twitch. The head was mostly shot off the body, but it was still wise to wait a few minutes before touching it.

  The woman crouched down next to the dog, holding its head and looking into its eyes. “Buddy, that was a fucking stupid thing to do. Don’t ever scare me like that again, okay?”

  “What you did was pretty damn stupid as well,” said Nyander.

  Keeping one hand on the dog’s collar—as if that’d stop such a powerful beast—she looked at the three of them.

  “Who are you? Where did you all come from?” she asked.

  “It’d be kind of cool if you answered that question as well,” replied Damien.

  Yeah, that’s what Hunter thought, too.

  * * * *

  Damien’s first thought had been, “How come you get the girl, and I’m stuck with the dog?” but he’d have that out with Hunter later. Right now he wanted to know where the woman had come from, why she’d parked her car in the driveway instead of by the store or by the gas pumps, and what the fuck had possessed her to let the animal out of the car until she’d attached the leash to its collar. Likely it’d still get away from her if it wanted to—it probably weighed twice what she did—but at least she’d have had some hope of controlling the mutt. And was its name Buddy or Fido? She’d called it both names so far.