Maryanne is on a crusade to rid the world of men who would dare to hurt women and children. She doesn't let anything, not even other bounty hunters, stand in her way even if that means stealing her prey from them.
Jason and Collin are tired of getting played by Maryanne, but things go from bad to worse when Big Bob hires her to lead their team. Things heat up as the lust that has simmered between them for years boils to the surface. Soon, Maryanne will learn just what it means to be Wanted.
A Siren Erotic Romance
The dim glow of the old gas lantern she'd converted into electric cast just enough glow across the worn and battered floorboards to allow her to find the key and slide it into its lock. She didn't get a chance to turn it, though, before a dark, dangerous drawl cut through the shadows, sending a thrill down her spine but no fear.
"You owe us money." Jason Holmes emerged from the darkened corner of the porch, looking more than pissed.
He also looked absolutely delicious. Tall, broad, and rippling with muscles, Jason was a walking wet dream with those chiseled features and bright blue eyes that sparkled even in the dull glow of the overhead bulb. Maryanne had dreamed about him more than once. Not just him.
Turning to find Collin, Jason's cousin and constant companion, lurking at the other end of the porch, Maryanne felt that wicked tickle racing up her spine grow more intense as she eyed the second Holmes' boy with a little more than just heated interest. Collin was just her type...physically, but when it came to sex, the rumors of his need to dominate were rampant, and Maryanne didn't allow any man to tell her what to do.
That was why she'd always kept her interest and her hormones under control whenever Jason and Collin came around. It would have been too dangerous to do anything else. Not that they looked interested in anything else. Not right then. Right then they looked pissed, and for some strange reason, that made Maryanne smile.
"Good evening, boys." Maryanne batted her lashes up at them, knowing just how much she was irritating them both. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"Yeah," Jason shot back, stepping up to lord over her and drown Maryanne in his delicious scent. "Pay us back."
That was never going to happen, but she didn't bother to tell them that. Instead, Maryanne agitated them by pretending complete ignorance. "For?"
"Don't play stupid," Collin all but snarled. "It doesn't suit you."
"Back at you," Maryanne retorted. "Because you know you're getting nothing from me. So what are you really doing here?"
"We came for our money," Jason insisted, but she still wasn't impressed by the growl in his tone.
"And you know you're not getting it." That was just that.
Collin, though, still objected. "We are the ones who risked our asses to catch Douggie."
"And then you were the idiots who decided to make a pit stop before taking him in." Maryanne shrugged. "That's not my fault."
"The car was locked. He was cuffed," Jason spat. "You stole him!"
"It's not the first time." Sadly it wasn't. They'd been playing this game for a while. Something was different tonight. "You never showed up here before. So what do you really want?"
Both men simmered, heating the air with an exciting sense of tension that left her wondering just what they planned to do next. Maryanne knew what she'd like them to do, but she wasn't fool enough to make any of those moves. Instead, she simply waited, and sure enough, Jason broke first.
"Big Bob wants to see you."
"Big Bob?" Now that did shock Maryanne.
Big Bob was the head of the Holmes clan and ran the family's bonds business along with managing their bounty hunting activities. He was also like his name indicated-big. Big and scary and Maryanne really didn't want to have to face off the Holmes family patriarch.
"I think I'll pass." As if she could get away with that.
"It's not a request," Collin informed her.
"Well, that sounds ominous." Maryanne snorted, still not feeling the least bit threatened. Not by Collin or Jason. Big Bob, on the other hand, did kind of intimidate her.
"Tomorrow morning. Nine o'clock at Grits. Big Bob will be waiting," Jason stated, his words carrying the weight of a challenge that assured Maryanne would show up.
At least, she was thinking about it.
"And if I don't show?" Maryanne asked, but neither man answered.
They just smiled and brushed past her as they headed down the stairs and disappeared back into the night. Maryanne watched them go, feeling a strange ache pain her slightly. She stood there wondering just what that was and why she cared at all.
That didn't change the fact that she kind of did.