Wolf Instinct by Paige Tyler

9th book from the SWAT series. Can be read as a standalone however reading one or two prior to this one will give you a better background, in particular on Zane’s injury.

Up until this book, the premise of werewolves or at least wolf traits were the only paranormal elements. The world is not as simple anymore.
I worried it was trite and done already, but in the end, it was tied up well. Better than I’d hoped with a hint of the next book.

These are always fast and easy to read. This was one of the better couple connections. She freaked a little when confronted with the “monster”, but it was the feeling of love emotions that ruled. This isn’t a spoiler. It’s a romance. The road may be rough but it gets there.

Excerpt:
“Everything happened so fast. Which was crazy, since she’d been through enough training and real-life situations like this. But one second, the remaining Neanderthal had his weapon pointed straight at the big guy and the next, Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous…moved.
There was another growl, a flash of reflected light off some seriously intense eyes, then Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous knocked the man’s gun hand aside. After that, there were about a half dozen quick strikes she recognized as some kind of martial arts style. Part of her noted Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous barely moved his left arm, instead, doing all the damage with his right. It didn’t seem to matter as bones crunched and the gun went flying into the darkness. Maybe he wasn’t a cop.
More like a soldier.
Or a trained killer.
Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous bounced the guy’s head off the side of the car door, then picked him up and tossed him into the same wall his buddy had crash tested. Yup. Brick was still tougher than human. Alyssa winced.
Tall, Dark, and Gorgeous spun around to look at her, his body taking on an aggressive stance. Alyssa instinctively brought her weapon up, only to have him grab it out of her hands before she even saw him move.
She rolled backward on the pavement, going for the backup piece holstered at her right ankle, dragging it out and jacking the slide back in one smooth motion. She brought it up straight and level, green night-sight dots aligning in the center of the man’s chest.
“I’d prefer if you didn’t shoot me,” he said in a deep voice.
Alyssa wasn’t sure what was more distracting, the way the words rumbled out of that muscular chest or the sinful British accent that made her think of some kind of decadent chocolate commercial.
“It would probably hurt,” he added.”
Excerpt from Wolf Instinct by Paige Tyler

I received a copy of this from NetGalley. I also purchased a copy to share. ( )