Wild Men of Alaska 04 - Wild Men of Alaska - Four Book Bundle

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    Rustling in the brush behind her caused her to freeze.
    What was that?
    She swiveled at the sound of branches breaking behind her and came face to face with a bull moose.
    Shiiit.
    “Nice Moosey.”
    His nostrils flared, and his ears twitched. What had the travel brochure said? Moose weren’t cute Disney characters. They weren’t dumb, and they weren’t nice, and they probably didn’t like being called “Moosey” either.
    The moose lowered his massive head and glared at her from under the shadow of his impressive antlers. Eva inched back, her heart in her throat.
    He charged.
    She screamed, and ran for her life, twisting through paper birch and sick-looking spruce trees.

    Lynx Maiski whipped off his shirt and wiped his face and the back of his neck with it. He picked up the ax and continued to chop firewood. It was a gorgeous, hot summer day. Well, night actually, as it was headed toward ten o’clock, but you wouldn’t know it by the sun. He loved it up here in the north.
    Plenty to do, plenty of food, and plenty of peace.
    “ Heeeelp! ”
    He turned toward the scream and caught a glimpse of Eva, the little sprite of a nurse new to town. He wondered how long she’d last. Hopefully a while, since she was the hottest piece of ass he’d seen in a long time.
    What was she doing running hell bent for high water like that? Then he heard the thrashing in the brush right before a bull moose appeared.
    Oh, boy .
    Lynx sunk the ax in the log and took off after the pair. He hollered and waved his arms, making himself appear bigger than he was, in the hopes of scaring off the wild animal. The moose slowed his gait as the trees thickened.
    Smart girl, heading into smaller places where your predator couldn’t follow. Much like a bird, Eva flew up a black spruce tree.
    Ah, now that’s not going to work.
    The moose, not afraid of Lynx, stopped at the base of the tree. Eva yelped and climbed higher, spindly branches breaking beneath her.
    “Don’t move,” Lynx warned. She was going to break her cute little neck.
    “Shoot it!” she yelled.
    “It’s not moose season.”
    “I don’t give a shit. Shoot it!”
    The moose turned his head and seemed to share a look with Lynx over the new cheechako in town.
    “Come on, BW, git!” He slapped his hands together, spooking the moose into charging off into the forest. The dang thing was up to no good. Not the way to welcome a pretty girl to town.
    “Do you know that moose?” she squeaked.
    Crap, he had to watch that, especially with a cheechako. She wouldn’t understand.
    “You called it BW,” she persisted like a badger.
    “I think you’re hearing things.” The branch she held onto started to creak and give way. “Don’t move. You can’t climb trees like...that.”
    She tumbled down through the boughs. He tried to catch her but wasn’t fast enough, and she dropped to the pine-needled forest floor.
    He hurried and knelt by her side, his fingers spread wide over her, afraid to touch in case she was hurt bad. Her big blueberry eyes were wide open, and she didn’t seem to be breathing.
    “You okay?” Please be okay . He’d planned to make a move once he got up the courage.
    She sucked in a deep breath and glared at him. “You suck at this hero shit.”
    “I wasn’t ready. Besides, anyone should know with one gander at these trees that they aren’t up to holding your weight.”
    “Are you calling me fat?” Her eyes narrowed.
    “Whoa.” He had three sisters and knew enough to tread carefully here. “If anything, you need to pack on a few pounds. Winter’s coming, and you need a layer of fat to survive it.” Or someone hot like me in your bed keeping you warm, he thought. Damn if she didn’t look adorable with her feathers all out of whack. He wanted to smooth her down. Maybe he should help her up off the ground first? “Here, let me give you a hand.” He reached for her, and she slapped his hands away.
    “I don’t need any help.” She struggled to her feet, took one step and faltered. Luckily he was right there to wrap an arm around her. She sure was a little-bitty thing. Fairy-like really.
    “Take it easy. That was a big fright you just suffered. Moose can be meaner than a stirred up porcupine.”
    She once again slapped his hands back. “I can handle a fright . I think I cut my leg when you didn’t catch me.”
    He let the ‘didn’t catch me’ accusation slide. “Let me see.” He turned her around like she was no more than a