Legacy Found is the 3rd book in the Legacy series. James Riley is one of the most fascinating men (or werewolves) that I’ve ever written. This story was incredibly difficult and emotional to write, but both James and Shelley deserved a chance at a happily ever after.
She can’t outrun her past.
Shelley has been running from her past since she killed a man to escaped years of brutal captivity. There are bounty hunters on her trail and she’s all alone, a dangerous situation for a werewolf to be in. But for the first time in her life, she’s free to put the past behind her.
After a week of dealing with his late brother’s affairs, James Riley is feeling the pressure of his new responsibility as Wolf Creek pack alpha. He’s not too tired to notice his sexy waitress is a werewolf—and realize that she doesn’t seem recognize him as one of her own kind. When Shelly is fired, James offers to drive her to the next town, hoping he can convince her to come to his pack and explore what it means to be a shifter.
Shelly’s irresistibly drawn to James, but her past will not be denied…and her secrets demand a price paid in blood.
At the far end of the room, which James assumed led to the kitchen, a swinging door popped open. A woman backed into the room carrying a tray laden with plates. She looked like any waitress anywhere—harried and overworked. He went back to studying the menu, but his gaze was drawn again and again to the woman.
Giving up on the menu, he tossed it down on the table and studied her. She appeared to be in her early thirties, but it was hard to tell. She had the look of someone who’d had a hard life. Her hair had been pulled back into a tight bun, giving her face a pinched appearance.
As he watched, she competently served up the food from her tray, distributing plates to various tables, while nimbly sidestepping the roving hands of one of the truckers. His eyes narrowed as a burly driver patted her butt as she passed by. She jerked, but didn’t stop. Head ducked down, she kept going.
Anger began to burn low in his gut. It was none of his business, he told himself. He couldn’t afford to get involved. Not with paranormal bounty hunters searching for him and his daughter. The last thing he wanted to do was bring attention to himself and, through him, to his pack.
Still, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
She was dressed in a tacky pink polyester uniform that hung on her slender frame. It was hard to tell her shape. It was mostly hidden by the bulky dress, which was zipped up tight to her neck and fell all the way to her knees. Her legs were bare from her knees to her ankles and she wore white socks inside her battered canvas sneakers.
The woman was continually in motion, pouring coffee and serving food. Even though she worked without stopping, there was almost a fragile air about her, as if she’d been ill recently.
He wasn’t sure that she’d even seen him, but as soon as her tray was empty, she tucked it under her arm and hurried over to his table. “What can I get you?” She pulled an order pad and pen out of her pocket.
James froze in place. All his senses went on full alert. Her scent was ever so faint, almost as if she were masking it somehow. But it was there. “You’re a werewolf,” he whispered. He was so shocked he spoke before he could check his words.
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N.J. Walters is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.
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