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//-->Croc’s ReturnBitten Point, #1Eve LanglaisCopyright and DisclaimerCopyright © April 2015, Eve LanglaisCover Art by Yocla Designs © July 2015Edited by Devin GovaereCopy Edited by Amanda L. PederickLine Edited by Brieanna RoberstonProduced in CanadaPublished by Eve Langlais1606 Main Street, PO Box 151Stittsville, Ontario, Canada, K2S1A3http://www.EveLanglais.comISBN: 978 1927 459 81 2Croc’s Returnis a work of fiction and the characters, events and dialogue found within the story are of the author's imagination andare not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, either living or deceased, is completely coincidental.No part of this book may be reproduced or shared in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including but notlimited to digital copying, file sharing, audio recording, email and printing without permission in writing from the author.DescriptionWelcome to Bitten Point, where the swamp doesn't just keep its secrets, it sometimes eats them.Take one deadly bite and, bam, a man's life is changed forever, or so Caleb discovers when a loss ofcontrol leads to him joining the military and leaving everything behind. Now that he's back, makingamends is harder than expected.His ex-girlfriend, Renny, is not interested in excuses. Caleb might have returned, but her plan is tokeep him at arm's length. Only she can't. Her son deserves a chance to get to know his father, but thatdoesn't mean Renny is letting Caleb back into her heart. Now if only her heart would cooperate.Things get dangerous when a mysterious being starts stalking the residents of Bitten Point. When themonster threatens his son, Caleb knows it's time to unleash his dark inner beast so he can snap atdanger, and take a bite out of life.Coming home doesn’t always solve things…but it does pave the way for second chances.Immerse yourself in this series, by New York Times bestselling author, Eve Langlais.Chapter OneI can’t believe the dog gets the front seat in the truck.Indeed, the big-eyed canine—who barely consisted of a mouthful at five and a half pounds—thathis brother called Princess, held the seat of prideinsidethe truck while Caleb merited the box at theback.Forget logic. Caleb had tried to argue at the train station where his brother awaited him, leaningagainst the blue body of his Ford pickup truck.“Hey, Connie,” Caleb had said to his bro upon spotting him, which was the first thing he didwrong, closely followed by his second, “Packed on a few pounds while I was gone, I see.”It wasn’t just women who took offense at weight jokes.By the time Caleb stated, “Can you get this rat out of the front seat?” things had evolved fromawkward to someone was gonna get hurt.The frost in his brother’s expression would have made a more easily intimidated man shiver.“That is not a rat. That is a long-haired Chihuahua,” his brother informed him coldly. “And myname, since you seem to have forgotten, is Constantine.”Caleb might have argued about it a bit more, but given he was trying to make amends with hisfamily—and this particular branch of his family had grown quite a bit since he’d left—he didn’t pushthe point. He’d wait until later, after a few beers.Or we could set the tone for how things are gonna go right now.Caleb’s time in the military had given him aboldness that resulted in more than a few scraps—his version of stress relief. “That is not a dog.” Acomment that was met with a low grown and a lifted lip from the fresh appetizer in the front seat.A dog?Snort.More like a snack.The snap of a hungry jaw jarred Caleb, and he pushed back againstthe dark thought.No eating Connie’s pet.There were some lines even he wouldn’t cross. Antagonizing his brotherwasn’t one of them. “Dude, whatever that funny looking hairball is, it’s in the way.”“No,sheis not. That’s Princess’s spot.” Constantine reached in and stroked the tiny creature.“Princess?” His level of incredulity rose a few more notches and teetered in the I-must-behallucinating zone.And yet I didn’t snack on any mushrooms.“It’s Princess Leia to be exact.”Bigger snort.His brother shot him a look before turning back to his rat, crooning, “Ignore him, Princess. Hedoesn’t understand your cuteness.”Cute? Had his brother been punched in the face one too many times? “Are you feeling all right?”“Fine. Why?” His brother shot him a glance while still continuing to pet the hairy rat.“I have to ask because I don’t understand why a grown man would want to own something thatwouldn’t even double as a proper snack.”“Eat my dog and I will skin you and make you into boots.” Judging by the hard flint in hisbrother’s eyes, he meant it.Caleb almost hugged him in thanks. Nice to see some things hadn’t changed, such as their love ofbodily-harm threats. Question was, would Constantine follow through?Caleb should have let the matter go at that point. After all, loving a poor excuse for a dog wasn’tthe worse thing his brother could have done during Caleb’s absence—atleast he didn’t fuck up like I did—but the fact that Caleb ranked lower than a pet stung. “It’s a dog. Shouldn’t it ride in the back?” [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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