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“I don’t like the looks of this neighborhood,” Bast said, flicking gobs of mud off her white paws.

Sekhmet curled her lip. “Did you expect to find the Chosen’s mother in a nice, clean parlor, lapping daintily at a plate of gourmet food? The Prophecy said that though her heritage is royal, her circumstances would be lowly. In a place like this, you find cats with backbone.”

“And dirty paws.” Bast flicked again.

Orion sniffed. The scent grew stronger with every paw step—not just the delicious aroma of a female in heat, but, oddly, the fragrance of white-throated flowers and fat mice and earth bursting with life. He quickened his pace when he saw the warehouse.

“Go up those metal steps; they lead to an open window,” he said.

“We’ll let you introduce yourself first,” Sekhmet said.

Orion stood on the window ledge and watched an elderly cat hiss at a white tom.

 “You’ll have to come past me, Senti. You want it bad enough to kill for it?”

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Jason Bristol, ex-prize fighter and expert animal tracker, and part-time drunk, teams up with beautiful wildlife biologist Norah Phelps as they pursue a man-eating predator that threatens to derail her father’s prize real estate development project in north central Idaho.

Against the majestic pristine backdrop of Idaho’s Bitterroot Wilderness Area, the adventure unfolds. Jason, with Norah’s assistance, soon discovers the ghosts of his past are nothing compared to the battle he’s undertaken.

Smilodon. A saber-toothed cat. He’s angry, he’s frightened, he’s hungry, and he’s 12,000 years from home!

BLURB:  Their chance meeting uncovers a hidden conspiracy the world isn’t ready for…

Krystoff is a vampire and enforcer of the laws of his people. Sent out to hunt down those who have turned their back on the Council, he is drawn to Austin, and the next on his long list of targets. Once in the city he is drawn to a club that provides more than just a distraction, it reveals a woman that is more than she seems and what’s worse is the renegades have set their sights on her.

Alexandra, part human and part Fae, has done her best to keep her non-human legacy from those around her. To her dismay, the one night she decides to spend the evening out singing, she draws the unwanted attention of what she’s tried to hide from all her life… vampires. Suddenly she is on the run and her only ally is the very species she has been warned
against. Could this hunter be her only savior?

Together they must find out why the renegades are after Alex, but first they must learn to trust each other… before time runs out.

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He could see the fear pool in her eyes. She excused herself and got up, moving quickly for the exit. He had to get to her and fast. Somehow, she’d seen him and he needed to know how. Not caring for propriety, he pushed through the crowd and out into the night, gaining on the woman with every stride. When he was a few steps behind her, he reached out. His hand mere inches from her shoulder; he wanted nothing more than to find out who she was. As he attempted to turn her around, he felt a quick swoosh of air from below. Looking down he was surprised to find a wooden staff hovering just below his privates. His eyes returning back to the woman he next found a long dagger edged up to his neck.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.”

“What’s with the weapon?” He held his breath. He knew he could move quick enough if need be.

“You’re one of them. Why are you here?”

Her voice wavered. The sound broke his heart. “One of what?” He asked. “If you are going to accuse me of being something at least be a bit more forthcoming with the information.”

BLURB:  A quest to save the future from the darkness is more than it seems.… Saleene is a healer of her people. Sent out to find the root of the darkness, she finds more than she bargained for. Demons and ghouls at every turn, Saleene soon finds she has more than just an unknown evil to battle. Drawn to an abandoned cabin for shelter, she's met by the stare of a man who is more than he appears, and may be her only hope.

Dartian is a warrior sent out to find the cause of the death that continues to spread. With his friends lending assistance, they find that the evil is deeper than first thought. Ending up at an abandoned shack he finds more than just a place to rest. Inside its four walls is a woman
that calls to every part of his being.

Fate has drawn them together--- to battle the darkness that has been released…

But first they must learn to trust their own bond…. And start to reform the circle once more.

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With hidden eyes, the ghoul stared as a luminescent ball of blue white flames began to form in her hand. Dancing around in her hands, their movements were fluid and graceful. Balancing on what appeared to be feet, she knew it was afraid of being burnt again. It would attack, of that she had no doubt, but she would be ready for it. Reaching slowly behind her,
she unsheathed her blade. Biding her time, she focused her energy; waiting for the moment, she knew would come.

Seconds passed. Circling each other, she waited. It was hoping she would let her guard down. Instead, she smiled. Anger crossed its face. Heedless to any danger, and still high on the fresh kill it had made earlier, the beast hurled itself into the air and lunged toward her. What it didn’t know was that she had already anticipated what moves it would make. Twisting she swung her blade from below, connecting with the upper half of its body, slicing it in two.

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Beyond the cliff, among some bamboo trees and jungle vines, lay a frail road: a trail so faint it nearly seemed to end whenever I wasn't paying attention on what I was doing. It went along a small decline of the hill and I noticed the whole area was configured as a low basin. A fine deduction considering how dense was the foliage and that sometimes you couldn't see farther than a foot, without staring cross-eyed at a cecropia leaf that had nearly plucked your eyes out from your face. These leaves are flat, big, fan-like monstrosities that grow on a hollow wooden tree that seems to be a magnet for some very nasty bugs: bachacos mainly; big black ants the size of your pinky nail that love to nest in the hollow trunks. Otherwise it's a fine tree—wood burns well and the leaves curl-up as they dry and make great kindling to start bonfires. Ah, its fruit is considered a delicacy among nocturnal insectivore bats. However, since I'm no flying mammal, I can't vouch for this.
The one main detail I noticed while traveling this road was a nearby cedar tree with a tree house nested at it's top. It was enormous and its fabulous treetop outstood from the lower, more varied greenery as if it was a sore thumb… but since we were rather in a hurry I couldn't spare the time for a closer inspection.