Excerpt of Kiss Of The Silver Wolf by Sharon Buchbinder

Jethro cleared his throat. “And this is Zachariah
Abingdon.”

Charlene expected to see someone the same age as Jethro
and Rebekkah. She caught a whiff of soap and
some unrecognizable musky spice and jumped, startled to
find him standing at her elbow.

The younger man flipped shocks of silver hair away from
his piercing blue eyes. A trail of heat blazed in her
face and ignited a fire in her core. He gazed down at
her, an amused hint of a smile playing on his full,
sensuous
lips. “Call me Zack.”

She felt as if he had reached out and caressed her cheek.
He took her hand, and a surge of energy jolted
her. Did he feel it, too? Dry-mouthed, she squeaked, “Are
we related?”

He smiled, showing beautiful white teeth. “No. Is it a
problem?”

Warmth filled her chest and suffused her face. She stared
down at his large hand still clasping hers. She didn’t
want to let go. How long could you hold a stranger’s hand
without being inappropriate? “No. Not at all.”

Jethro cleared his throat again, and Zack grinned at her,
a sly expression on his face as he slid his fingers away.
She glanced down, half-expecting to see a visible red
glow where his touch lingered on her skin.

“We should let other people speak with you.” Jethro
pressed an envelope into her hand. “There are no orphans
among our people. Come home. We can help you take care of
Joey in Eden.”

Goose bumps ran up her spine. How did he know about her
brother?