Excerpt from ONE EYE OPEN
Chapter One
"I never pay for sex."
It took a minute for the tall man's words to
register. When they did, Brenna suppressed a smile.
"That's good, because I'm not selling it," she shot
back. She couldn't blame him for thinking she worked the
seedy bar. Apart from two waitresses, she was the only
female in the place. And the snug fit of her worn jeans
with the black leather vest didn't help either. Maybe
that explained why she felt like she was being watched.
"I want to talk to you."
The corners of his mouth twisted. "Sure you do."
She took a deep breath. "I heard you're looking for
The Wolf."
Icy contempt flashed dark in his eyes. "Maybe."
"I have information," she lied. "I know him well."
From his skeptical expression, she could tell he
didn't believe her.
"We need to talk." Though insistent, she kept her
voice low, showing none of her rising impatience.
"Outside. That is," his gaze slid over her,
dismissing her too-suggestive apparel with a frown, "if
you can stand the cold."
She'd worn the biker clothing to fit in. Gritting her
teeth, she nodded once. Her heavy parka lay on the bar
stool next to her. Picking it up, she slid her arms into
the sleeves without answering.
Outside, the full moon shone bright and silver
through the threadbare tangle of trees that fringed the
small parking lot. If she'd been a true werewolf, this
man would be dead, his throat ripped out in seconds.
"Look, before we start—"
"I seldom pay for information either," the man
drawled. “And then only from known sources.”
His words barely registered. Something else - she
sensed a threat in the frozen night breeze. Carefully
she let her gaze drift past him, to the dark and shadowy
underbrush that surrounded them. Though she couldn't put
her finger on it, there was a wrongness to the night.
Someone watched them. | 
