Series: Redclaw Security
Published by Self Pub Genres: Paranormal Romance
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Ellie West has always known there was more to her story than being abandoned at birth. A child of the foster-care system, she didn’t get many breaks, but the one thing she can do is sing. It’s her only ticket out of poverty and obscurity. Nothing else matters, not even the nagging sense that she’s different. She’s headed for great things. She only needs a chance.
Jack Ferris couldn’t agree more. His firm, the elite paranormal agency Redclaw Security, has been hired to find a missing princess and return her to her family. Discovering that Ellie, a waitress in a hole-in-the-wall diner, is both the princess and his fated mate is like being hit with a sledgehammer. Ellie West can’t be his mate. She’s the mission.
The sooner Jack completes this job, the better, only Ellie has no intention of throwing her dreams away for a kingdom she’s never known. With hired assassins on their trail, Ellie might not have a choice. They must do whatever it takes to stay alive.
“We’re not supposed to kill her.” Sullen Guy sounded upset.
“Unless we didn’t have a choice.” Cowboy ground out the words as he sat on Ellie. The light from the tobacco store’s doorway spilled over his features, and she could see his creepy sneer. He was getting off on this.
Like before in the bathroom, a puff of gray smoke blew out of her nose.
Cowboy must have seen it too because he reared back slightly. Taking advantage of his hesitation, she drove her hands up between his arms and used the strength and width of her shoulders to push them apart, while at the same time thrusting her pelvis upward. Having lost his grip on her neck, and being tipped forward with the sudden shove from below, he came down just as she brought her head up. When her forehead slammed into his nose, he cried out. Her eyes watered with the impact, but she couldn’t let the pain stop her. As he clutched his bloody nose, she pushed him off, following his roll sideways to drive her elbow down into his windpipe.
Leaving Cowboy coughing and sputtering on the ground, she bared her teeth at Sullen Guy and rose to her feet.
“Now wait just a minute.” He raised his arm as though warding off a blow. It was no good. She couldn’t back down now. Her blood was up. She opened her mouth and shrieked again.
This time, there was audible sound with her vocalization. It was like nothing she’d ever heard before, and it was hard to believe it came from her. It sounded old, powerful, and pissed.
It didn’t sound human.
There was movement in the shadows, and then they came. Rats at first, boiling out of holes in the walls and from behind the dumpsters, filling the alley like a living river. But cats, too. Feral alley cats, with heads as big as pumpkins and tattered ears from fighting, eyes gleaming eerily in the light from the diner as they stalked their way down the pavement. A fierce exaltation rose in her at the sight. She’d called, and they’d come.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: McKenna Dean has been an actress, a vet tech, a singer, a biologist, a teacher, and a dog trainer. She’s also been a writer for many years under different names. Now she wants to try her hand at something completely new. She likes putting her characters in hot water to find out how strong they are. Like tea bags, only sexier. Author’s Note: I write mostly paranormal romance and urban fantasy, with the occasional contemporary thrown in for fun. Follow the author on social media: Website | Twitter | Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest