Whoever would have thought Josh Larsen would want to meet me in a bar. An ice cream bar, but a bar none the less. Does he need to drown his sorrows in chocolate and vanilla? Or does he need a little whipped cream to spice up his life?
“So … Josh … tell me …” I twirl a lock of my hair around my finger. “What’s up with this thing you have for Jem?”
He pauses in his chewing of a mountainous mix of banana and vanilla ice cream and stares at me. “Whah ‘ou talkin’ ‘bou’?”
“You know … Jem and this … okay, nevermind.” It’s obvious he has no clue how much he loves Jem and how obvious it is to everyone. “So, tell me … what would you do if Jem weren’t around?”
He swallows his mouthful and shrugs. “Exactly the same as I’m doing now she is around, I guess. I mean, it’s not like anything’s changed since she showed up. Everything’s still … the same.” His gaze dips as he scoops up more banana; when his face lifts, he’s smiling. “‘Cept Nate’s house smells better, of course.”
“Nothing’s changed? Really? Would Sean agree with that statement?
“Okay … you got me there.” He waves his spoon my way, almost flicking its contents at me. “It’s different for him. Lucky bas–” He shoves the fruit in his mouth, still mumbling as he chews, as he swallows, and finishes with, “Who wouldn’t want that?”
See? I knew there was more to Josh’s feelings for Jem. Otherwise, there’s no way he’d have commented like that. “Okay, so Josh, tell me, if Sean’s so lucky, what is it that you want out of life in the pack, with the construction work, in women, etc.”
“With the construction work?” He chuckles. “It’s just a job. One I get to do with the pack. As for the other stuff, what I want out of life with the pack I already get, and I dunno what I want in a female. I thought I knew, but that kind of got blown out the water recently. Now …” He shrugs. “Jem tells me when the right one shows, I’ll know. Which means, I don’t know yet.” He points at my dessert. “You gonna eat that?”
I slide my bowl closer in to myself and hug it. “Yes.” Mint chocolate chip and I do not part ways easily. Scooping another spoonful, I indulge in my sugary goodness and point my empty spoon at him. “What characteristics, in say …. oh …. Jem … do you think you’d want in a mate, partner, or whatever?”
“What’s with all the Jem questions?” he says, tucking back into his own ice cream that was triple the size of mine to begin with. “Anyway, I dunno.” His spoon finds its way into his mouth, and he chews, swallows. “Would I like a werewolf mate? Hell, yes. Who wouldn’t?” Another spoonful. More chewing. “Do I want someone who’s loyal, and smart,”—more ice-cream garbles his words—”bwave, lovin’ …” He swallows and takes a sip of his water. “You think I’m asking too much?”
The smile comes naturally to my face. “No. I don’t think you’re asking too much. And it makes me wonder how long it’ll take her to find you.”
His eyebrows arch up. “Take her to find me?” He shakes his head though his lips hold the hint of a smile. “Now you’re sounding like Jem.”
He’s just dug himself right into an ice cream filled hole. Sweet, but at the same time, deep. “So if that’s wrong, which I get by your tone there … what are you going to do to find her? I mean, since you can’t pine over Jem since she’s Sean’s. Not that you ever did anyway.” ::wink::
“I’ll just keep my eyes open, I guess. Who knows—maybe I’ll get lucky and she’ll just drop from the sky and land right under my nose.” He nudges his dish away, a lingering blob of vanilla beginning to congeal in the bottom. “And what is it with this Jem obsession?”
“But Josh, don’t you see? It’s not my obsession, it’s yours. If it bothers you so much, tell me something about you … just you … that’ll make all the women swoon over … just you.”
He finally grins. “I’m a hot bloodied male. What more is there to say?”
What more indeed. I’m pretty sure that sums up what all the Holloway and Larsen men would say about themselves. So I guess, for Josh, you’ll have to learn more about him when his story comes around, though I think in Blue Moon, you’ll see and understand, just why this interview was so important.
“Okay, Josh, we’ll leave it at that. You’re hot.”
“And now …” He leans forward on his elbows and smiled. “… you’re forgiven.”
If that tempts you to get to know Josh more … here’s how you can do just that.
Someone is watching the Holloway pack, and this time, the female isn’t the target.Life with a group of seven male werewolves worries Jem Stonehouse not one bit. She is engaged to the Alpha’s son Sean Holloway after all. So what has Jem’s territorial instincts on high alert?
The pack’s latest addition. Both of them.
None of the men think there’s a problem with the new girlfriends. Jem’s intuition tells her otherwise—that and a nagging suspicion the new females aren’t there to partake.
Jem believes they’ve joined in to take.
The question is … What?
As the eve of the blue moon draws ever closer, Jem’s running out of time to find the answer and outwit a thief of the worst possible kind.
A woman who believes she can’t lose.