Today, #1lineWed is all about the friend zone. Best friends, friends to enemies, old friends, new friends, ex-friends. All the words matter. Have you figured out the theme is **FRIENDS**? And this week’s featured Wolf is Brody “Babel” Buchanan from UNDER THE ASSASSIN’S MOON. He’s “tagged” his mate, Izeta “Zeta” Cordero and she’s meeting his friends, Griff and Lennox from ASSASSIN’S MOON because…hey! That’s how it works in my world. 😆
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“So tell me, Mrs. Peel, who do you work for?”

She turned her head ever so slowly to regard him solemnly. “My name is not Mrs. Peel.”

“So what is your name? And what alphabet agency do you work for?”

Abel cleared his throat. “Even odds on the CIA.”

Brody didn’t hide his smile as her pupils dilated just the tiniest bit. She countered with, “Why does he—” She indicated Abel with a tilt of her head. “—call you Babel?”

“It’s a nickname. Languages. Speaking and reading them. It’s my superpower.” If she was CIA or one of the covert national security groups, they’d have a file on him so he wasn’t giving anything away.

“I see.” She blinked several times before continuing. “The Tower of Babel. I suppose that is a better nickname than Nimrod.”

Brody and Abel burst out laughing and even Lennox pressed her lips together. The woman looked confused. Brody explained. “Nimrod has a whole different meaning in the modern world, Mrs. Peel.”

“Please stop calling me that.”

“Fine. Tell me your name.”

She hesitated, and her throat worked as she swallowed. Brody was fascinated. So was his wolf. Man and beast stilled, ready to pounce on their prey, waiting for her to speak. She wet her lips, and Brody’s dick went straight to rock hard.

“Zeta,” she whispered. This was wrong. She should not reveal who she was, but there was something about this man, about his friend and his friend’s woman that felt…right. And there was something about this mission that felt horribly wrong. And that was wrong in and of itself. She didn’t feel things. She just followed orders. But this man…he made her wonder. About all sorts of things. Like what it would feel like to kiss him.

She blinked, breaking the intense focus she’d placed on her target and finished. “Izeta Cordero. I work for the CIA, and I was sent here to kill you.”
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Hope you enjoyed the snippet. If you haven’t read their story, you can CLICK HERE for a variety of ways to snag the book. It’s a cross-over novel between my Moonstruck world and Susan Stoker’s Special Forces: Operation Alpha world.

Writers, got any friendly words for us today? Readers, do you like friends to enemies…er…enemies to friends stories? 😉