Free Mated To The Devil by Eve Langlais

bad-tempered, profane, gentle. Sure, he’d rescued her, but he’d also seduced her. Did the one cancel out the other? If they met and got to know each other, would she like him? Would she still find him attractive? Suffer that same heart-quickening electricity every time we touched. Oh, how she remembered that odd electrical feeling between them.
    On top of those musings, she couldn’t deny a curiosity to discover if Remy ever thought about her. Pierre claimed he did, but she doubted it. I might dream of him, my pleasurable moment of sin, but I’m sure I was just another girl to him. Another notch on his college bedpost.
    Despite telling herself that, she couldn’t deny an urge to see once again the man who held her prisoner with his strength while he made her body feel wicked things. Find the man she dreamed of still, whom she measured all other men against and found them lacking. The only man she’d ever met who made her long for something more. Something hot. Something carnal, naked, and . . . sinful.
    For years she’d fought the pull to find him. For what felt like a lifetime, she’d hidden from her family and the world, wondering if Remy ever sought her. And now she had the chance to find out, if she possessed the courage.
    A weight on her lap drew her from her thoughts, and she looked down to see Jacques ready for a cuddle, finally calm. Her baby. She wrapped her arms around him and rocked, holding his wiry body against hers, wishing she knew the right answer. What is best for him? How do I know? Should she turn his world upside down? How could she not, though? This was his father. Jacques deserved a chance to know him no matter her feelings about the man. If only she could see the future and see how it all turned out.
    What should I do?
    Despite her fervent prayers, she went to bed with no clear answer.
    The following day at work, tired from tossing and turning, she mulled over Pierre’s offer. What she wouldn’t give for a life less fraught with anxiety and one where perhaps Jacques could enjoy some of the finer things in life. Why shouldn’t Remy pay his fair share? If he wanted to take responsibility, then let him start by offering some support for his son. Other women got child support and the occasional weekend to themselves. Why shouldn’t Mina go after those same things? Maybe then she could afford the fresher fruits and vegetables or an apartment in a nice part of town.
    Her fighting spirit swelled up only to have doubt try to knock it down. What if I show up there with Jacques and Remy rejects us?
    Indignation filled her that Pierre was the one trying to convince her to leave home instead of Remy. But in fairness, Pierre didn’t expect to find me or Jacques. Found her because of a blood test indeed. In the light of day, it bothered her that she’d so easily accepted his explanation that Jacques, Remy, and Pierre were werewolves. Had she become that gullible? Needy for an answer? If they spoke the truth, however improbable, what exactly did being a Lycan mean? Would Jacques turn into a wolf or did he just have some outward characteristics?
    A part of her already knew she’d have to call Pierre and talk to him further no matter what she eventually decided to do about the Remy factor. If Pierre’s family line had some genetic anomaly, then as Jacques’ mother she needed to follow up on it and get as much information as possible so she could decide on a course of treatment. Decisions on whether to allow Remy into their lives, more specifically Jacques’, could come later, once she thought about it more. While the idea of giving Jacques a father and a family seemed on the surface a no-brainer, did she dare open up her son to the possibility of hurt? And what about the color of her skin? Sure, Remy thought nothing of it when he had seduced her, but he was drunk at the time. Sober, would his lack of caring still apply? What if Remy’s extended family and friends took issue with the fact she was