Free Wild Fever by Donna Grant

Christian were still patrolling the edge of their property. He ran a hand over his jaw as he thought of Maria’s words. “Linc, get Beau and Christian. They need to be here.”
    Lincoln immediately turned on his heel and opened the back door where he let out a shrill whistle to get their brothers back to the house.
    Olivia looked everywhere but at Vincent, and yet he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He knew the taste of her kiss, her skin, her essence. He knew what it felt like to have her come apart around him, to be buried deep within her.
    He thought he could be content with what he had been given, but he wanted so much more.  
    Beau and Christian came through the doorway together. “What’s going on,” Christian asked.
    Vincent nodded to Olivia. “It seems she may have discovered something.”
    “I didn’t do anything,” she hurried to say. “Since Maman knows everyone, I thought she might have an idea of who would want to hurt y’all. So I asked her.”
    Vincent’s heart missed a beat. The only way Olivia would know that was if she had been listening to his conversation with Lincoln. Which meant...she had heard everything.
    No wonder she couldn’t look at him.
    Lincoln threw him a nasty look before he turned to Olivia. “I gather Miss Maria had an answer.”
    Olivia woodenly nodded. Whoever Maria said it was shocked her. Vincent wasn’t surprised. She didn’t know the darker side of people. She had seen only the light, only the good. It’s where she belonged.
    She blinked her large eyes and fiddled with a broken nail. “Did any of you know that your father had been seeing another woman along with your mother before he finally chose her?”
    “This is the first I’ve heard of that,” Beau said.
    Lincoln shrugged when Olivia looked at him.
    As soon as Olivia’s gaze touched him, Vincent shook his head. “I never heard either of my parents mention it.”
    “It seems that the woman wasn’t at all happy when she wasn’t chosen. She made it her mission to try and lure your father away from your mother, and when that didn’t work, she spread rumors that he was unfaithful. Your parents remained together through it all.”
    Christian’s rage was palpable as he stood with his hands fisted by his side. “Who is this woman, and why did she wait until after we were grown to take our parents?”
    “You’d have to ask her,” Olivia said.
    Vincent walked to her side and squatted beside her. “Who is it, Olivia? Who killed my parents and the three girls? Who is trying to kill you?”
    “She’s trying to hurt all of you as well,” Olivia said.
    He took her hands in his and felt how icy they were. He rubbed his hands over hers to try and warm her. “The sooner we know who it is, the sooner we can confront her.”
    “I don’t want you to. Maman believes she’s used a mixture of Voodoo and witchcraft to summon a golem.”
    “Fuck!” Lincoln said as he slammed his hand on the table. “A damn golem? Is that what we’ve been chasing?”
    Beau pulled their family book over and flipped through the pages. “There was only a vague reference to a golem in here. It’s rare, Vin, and requires a tremendous amount of power, just as Olivia said.”
    “Do we even have anything to kill it?” Christian asked.
    Lincoln grunted. “You can’t kill a golem. Don’t you ever read, Christian? We have to kill the one who summoned it, the one who controls it.”
    Beau nodded as he ran his hand along the passage he was reading. “That’s right. That’s what our great-great-great-great-great grandfather says, anyway.”
    Vincent and Olivia didn’t look away from each other all the while his brothers were talking. It was just a short time ago that he had Olivia’s body bared before him, as he learned her curves and kissed her silky skin.
    “Who is it?” he asked again.
    She licked her lips. “If I tell you, you’ll go after her. You didn’t hear Maman’s voice. There was a thread of fear in it that I’ve