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Immortal Redeemers
Amazon Changeling Press
FREE READ: VORACIOUS Encounters - look under: date 11/27/13
Keeping the secrets of the Immortal Redeemers
tests the strength of their love and commitment.
Unforgivable: Nola Lester needs to get back
to her roots, but tending a wounded hunter whose controlling and charismatic
personality triggers strange desires threatens Nola's plans. Rand Mitchell is
searching for clues to explain the mystery of who he is. Instead, Rand finds
himself ensnared by a sharp-tongued spitfire more than willing to provide a
diversion. Neither of them knows what a deadly creature she holds in the palm
of her hand.
Unredeemable: Chance leaves pain and death in
his wake until he finds Brooke, an Immortal Redeemer. Chance won't rest until
he captures Brooke and steals her heart. But when Brooke discovers he's
released his mantle to another and sought peace in death, she vows it will be a
cold day in hell before he touches her again.
Excerpt - UNHINGED
“Dad, Champ
keeps jumping around. I think he has to go.”
The father
turned to his son. “I told you, kick the shit out of him if he doesn’t mind
you.”
The woman he
waited for picked that moment to walk through the door, just in time to hear
the dog yelp when the man punched it in the head. Shade slowly slid his chair
back, but not before she weaved through the tables and stood toe-to-toe with
the man.
“Jake, if you
hit that dog one more time, I’m taking him from you.” Anger colored her cheeks,
made her more beautiful than Shade remembered. She shook snow from long brown
hair and pierced the huge man with a deadly brown stare. “I’m not telling you
again.”
Shade bided his
time. Sniffing the air, he detected the unmistaken sweet aroma that moments ago
made him smile. He briefly wondered why the woman visited the Redeemers each
morning, or was it possible she stayed there? Highly unlikely so many Immortals
in such a small territory would require helpers. Shade, sometimes known as the
Shadow by a handful who lived to tell the tales of him appearing out of nowhere
and taking down small armies, had been the human’s personal shadow for three
days and he’d followed her to the café each morning. Today, he’d come early and
awaited her arrival. The man, his kid, and the unfortunate dog, just made
meeting her a lot easier.
A pin dropping
would have made a loud noise as every eye peered in their direction.
“What the fuck
you gonna do, bitch? That’s my dog.”
Aww, hell.
The behemoth of
a man drew his oversized foot back, prepared to strike the animal -- but never
got the chance.
Shade didn’t
have to leave his seat to reach the man’s raised foot with his hand. He
snatched the big bastard’s leg from under him and he crashed to the floor face
first. The youngster gawked in disbelief at his old man eating dirt.
“That’s no way
to talk to a lady.” Shade stood and helped the man up before he totally
gathered his senses and became even more confrontational. “You and sonny boy
should run along.” Grabbing a fistful of material, he yanked the man close. The
tips of their noses brushed, and leaning toward the man’s ear, he whispered,
“I’m not as nice as she is and if I ever see you harm that dog again, I’ll rip
your fucking nuts off and shove them down your throat.” He dusted dirt from the
man’s shirt. “Understand?”
“I’ll get you
for this.”
“Sure you will.”
He glared at the man and allowed his eyes to change enough to spook anyone with
common sense. Having a little bit of sense, the bastard took a step back. “I’ll
be around.” Shade detested men like him and wondered if he abused the boy.
“Maybe I’ll look you up later, how’s that?” Turning quickly, the bastard headed
for the door, and his son fell in line behind him tugging the dog. “Easy on the
leash, young man, shorten the strap and let him walk beside you.” The kid
followed his advice, but it wouldn’t be long before he learned his daddy’s way.
Brute force.
Twisting back
to the table, he heard applause. The man had probably bullied everyone here at
some point. Shade shrugged. “I wonder sometimes why dogs are called animals
instead of us.” The woman remained in the same spot gazing at him. When she
smiled, the café lit up as if the sun shone. “Only empty seat in the place,
join me.”
“I’d love to.”
She removed her fleece-lined coat and hung it over the back of the chair. “I’ll
be right back.”
Shade moved his
chair to face the counter. Sitting down, he noted a few people started to don
their outerwear and leave, no doubt to gossip about the morning’s excitement. A
table emptied beside him, allowing room to stretch his long legs as he watched
the woman weave toward the register. The top of her head hit him chest-high.
Standing five feet five at the most, she was curvaceous as hell with an ass
made for fucking. He decided to spare an extra night before heading back west.
She returned
with two steaming cups, and handed him an espresso.
“How’d you
know?”
“I asked the
young lady at the register.”
Shade dug into
his memory for the last time someone did anything so simple for him. He gave
up. Yeah, one extra night wouldn’t make a difference in his timetable.
“Thanks.”
“Thank you.”
She took a sip from her cup and glanced around the café. “You shocked everyone
confronting Big Jake.”
“Doesn’t happen
often I take it?”
“Jake’s a mean
bastard and he meant what he said.”
“So did I.”
Shade stared at the woman across from him. “You’re not shocked.”
Her head tilted
and she peered at him for a few seconds before a smile curled her lips.
“Nothing an Immortal Redeemer does shocks me anymore.”
“Well, goddamn,
I’m shocked.” He didn’t bother to mask his gold eyes when he picked up
his cup and drank the black liquid. “You smell me?” His dick twitched. She
knows what I am! Shade planned to use her to help locate and retrieve the
Covenant, but now that might not be as easy as he thought since she knew what
he was.
“Uh-huh.” She
took another swallow of coffee. “You probably smell them on me.”
“Uh-huh.” He
missed casual conversation with the usual women he chose to fuck. Damn if it
didn’t make him hard.
“You’re here
for a reason?”
He put his cup
down, reached over and took her hand. “I think I found a reason to stay a
little longer.” A perfect nose sat between high cheekbones and over lips
painted red, lips he wanted to lean into and taste. She was breathtaking. Her
laughter tinkled through the air, made him feel happy for no reason at all. “You’re
not afraid?”
“Should I be?”
Shit raced
through his mind. How far away were the male immortals he scented, how much
time did he have? Hundreds of years fucking made sex something Shade did lately
only to release pressure or break the monotony of his day-to-day life. He only
selected those who discerned his scent. There were women all around the world,
lots of them, but lately he picked them up in his club, screwed in his office
without much conversation, and sent them on their way. Usually with a handful of
money. Nightshade had not felt this alive in years, and it might take more than
a night or two to get the woman across from him into his bed and out of his
mind.
“I’m Kelsea
Arden, the local vet.”
“Nightshade
Santone.” He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the palm. “At your
service.” Christ, he felt like standing, and bowing.
In another
time, he would have.
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Can’t Touch This
Rich alpha wolf shifter Castle Briggs can have any woman he wants by crooking his finger. Until he meets a human named Harlow Hardison. She’s had it with rich, overconfident jerks trying to own her. She wants a no-strings-attached good time with a man unafraid of her darker urges. Castle’s happy to dominate her but he wants more than a kinky fling.
He’s going to have to do a lot more than crook his finger to get past Harlow’s fears and make her his.
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Enhanced edition includes bonus short story
Fia’s Wolf
Hatch Grisom didn’t want to be an alpha, but finding himself thrust into that role, he relishes power that comes along with it. Taking reins from Fia Knight’s father wasn’t hard but getting Fia in hand was another thing altogether.
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