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Taken, Pursuit, & Flight: The Alpha’s Captive 1-3

Filed in Shifter Romance by on November 24, 2014 7 Comments • views: 23856

 First Three Books of the Serial Featuring a Biker Werewolf Hero and a Curvy, Kickass Heroine

Curvy Harper Bailey’s ordinary life was turned upside down by a chance encounter with the handsome werewolf Levi Harris. On the run from the vampire mafia, he pulls her into his high-stakes world—and straight into the crosshairs. Now she’s got no car, no job, and not even any dry clothes.To make matters worse, Harper’s falling for Levi hard at the most inconvenient time. And he seems to be developing some very definite ideas where she’s concerned, ideas she’s not so sure she wants to be a part of. Harper just wants to get through the next couple of days alive—and heart intact. Whatever Levi’s plans might be.


I love this series! Starting off fast paced it stays that way throughout this entire bundle. The chemistry between Levi and Harper comes off the page from the minute they first met. This is one wild ride that you cannot miss. I cannot wait for the rest of this series.

I loved this series! Hands down, one of the best I’ve ever read. Action Packed! Well Written! Powerful! Imaginative! Funny! And Hot! Hot! Hot! I was totally captivated.

So if you haven’t read this bundle yet, you are missing out! The book is filled with a good dose of funny, hot and steamy, fly by the seat of your pants moments. You won’t be disappointed, In fact you may be upset if you don’t get it. VM rocks hands down.


Levi’s heart dropped as Harper’s body went limp in his arms. Swearing, he forged ahead through the water, making for the shore as fast as he could.

“I told you to stay awake,” he whispered harshly.

She didn’t stir. He had to get her warm—and fast. Or else he might lose her.

And the idea scared him more than he cared to examine.

The stream still came halfway up his chest, and her body was losing heat every second it was in the water. He held her ample body high and pressed onwards, as fast as he could make his legs move through the water, no longer angling downstream but heading straight toward the shore across the current.

In the distance, his werewolf-sharp hearing could hear the two men on the far shore, but even he couldn’t see them under the bridge and across the stream in the darkness.

“You think we got them?”

“Had to. You saw them go under, right?”


“Did they come up again?”

“I don’t think so.”

“So unless they’ve learned to breathe underwater, they’re dead, right?”

“Well, he’s a werewolf—”

“Right, a werewolf. Not a freaking weretrout. They’re dead, okay? We’ll wait for Guttmacher to catch up, and we’ll search the shores in the morning. We’re not going to find anything in the dark.”

“If you’re wrong, it’s going to be our asses.”

“I’m not wrong.”

The water now reached Levi’s waist, and only Harper’s round backside still dragged in it. Then the water dropped to his hips, his thighs, his knees. With every step, the shore drew closer, until finally, he stepped from mud to grass.

Harper’s breath was too slow, too shallow against his chest, but still he couldn’t afford to do anything about it. He jogged through the marshy brush up the gradual slope until he reached the treeline, then a dozen yards more before he could risk stopping.

Levi laid her on the ground gently, then set to work stripping her methodically—first, freeing the purse from across her body, then his jacket and her shirt, boots, and pants, even rolling her panties off and releasing her breasts from her bra. Anything that might hold cold water against her body had to go.

These were not, he thought grimly, the circumstances in which he’d dreamed of taking off her clothes. As it was, though, his stomach clenched with the cold clamminess of her flesh. He put a hand against her chest just below her throat and was reassured by the tiny, fluttering breaths.

Still she didn’t stir, her generous body lying pale and unresponsive in the moonlight that filtered through the trees. Levi knelt in the weeds and leaves next to her, taking one of her arms and chafing it rapidly with his hand until the skin was warm under his fingers. Then he did the same with the other arm—avoiding the slice across her bicep, pale and bloodless now, where the bullet had kissed her skin.

He chafed her legs in turn, rubbing the skin until it was pink. And then he lay next to her on the cold earth and pulled her body against his, rolling her so that her chest was pressed into his. Her cheek was against his shoulder, her arm tucked between their bellies and her side protected from the cold ground by his arm. Only her hip touched the leaves—he pulled her lower thigh so it nestled between his own, hooking her other leg up over his hip. He rubbed her back in long, slow motions with his free hand, trying to get some more warmth into her body from the flat of his palm.

At first, Harper’s skin was so cold that his own flesh shrank away, but gradually, she warmed against him. Her breathing, butterfly-light at first, slowly deepened, and she started shivering violently. And as she thawed, so did the part of him that was frozen in fear. And, predictably, something else began to stir at the presence of all those lush curves pressed naked against his body, circumstances be damned.

Eventually, the shivering stopped—this time not because her body was shutting down but because it was warming up. She made a small motion against his chest, wiggling in unconscious provocativeness. Which did nothing for his state of mind. Or, for that matter, his state of cock.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she looked at him with the vagueness of semi-consciousness for a moment before her eyes focused.

“Um,” Harper said, blinking at him. “Is there something I missed here?”

“You fell asleep,” he said. “I told you not to fall asleep.”

“So…you stripped me? What piece am I missing here?” She wiggled again—quite deliberately, this time. “Not that I’m protesting or anything. I’m just wondering, you know, why.”

Levi relaxed, chuckling, even as the more primal part of him occupied an increasing portion of his awareness. “You were freezing to death. Hypothermia. It was a bit touch and go there for a while.”

“Touch is right,” she said, almost absently. Then she looked worried. “I dropped your boots.”

“I know. You told me twice,” he said.

She looked up at him, and her eyes got the slightly dreamy look that he was beginning to recognize. With his skin against hers, his pheromones would be all over her. And if the sudden heat against his upper thigh was any indication, she was warming up in more than one way.

“Mmm,” she said, inclining her head toward his and snugging her belly even more intimately against his raging erection. “Hypothermia, really? That’s a good excuse.”

He should remind her that men were chasing them.

Men who thought they were at the bottom of the river right now. Men who wouldn’t be looking for them until the next day.

It wasn’t like they were going much of anywhere until the morning, anyway. Just going to hole up in her cousins’ place. And sex would be a very good way to chase away the last of the chills.…

Screw it. Or, rather, her.


“Quietly, then,” he said. “The bad guys think we’re dead, at least at the moment.”

“Ooo, you know how to sweet talk a girl,” she said.

And he cut her off with a kiss.

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    I enjoyed this read

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