Publication: December 2012
What would it be like to live in a world where you are considered abnormal to those who are above the norm?
Jenna O’ Conner has been taught her whole life to hide from everyone. Never to let anyone to close enough to know that she would prefer a shotgun for her birthday over of a bouquet of roses. She’s been smothered by her over protective family so that no one learns what she truly is. Which is not human. Nor, is she considered the norm for the supernatural Other community that is benevolent enough to share this world with the humans.
In a desperate attempt to live her own life away from the small town she was raised in, Jenna obtains her dream job as the newest member on the Wilmington Police Department’s SWAT Team. What she didn’t predict was that she would run into trouble her first day on the job, in the form of a deadly, mouthwatering man named Adam McPhee. Who is also not human, but more like a wolf walking around in human skin. He’s determined to figure out exactly what Jenna is, which unbeknownst to him, could very well put her life in danger. He’s also determined to have her all to himself.
As if that wasn’t enough for Jenna to deal with, bad news blows into town. A group of extremist Shifters who think humans are cattle and factions of Others worldwide should stay within their own species – never to intermingle. Chaos ensues. Jenna has to find a way to shut them down, but in the process of trying to do that, discovers things about herself that even she never thought was possible.
Who said the wolf was what you had to worry about?
Welcome to the real world.
Adam watched as the black police van pulled away from the curb and sped down the street with its mysterious occupant inside. Here he’d come to track down his cousin’s killer and drag him back to his turf for some pack style justice, and instead ended up having his prey snatched right out of his hands. That did not make him a happy predator. In fact, it made him kind of snarly. Sure the asshole would be tried and convicted for his cousin’s wife’s murder, but Adam had been looking forward to the creep facing claws instead of steel bars. This douche bag was going to be getting off easy, in the joke that was called the human justice system. It just wasn’t fair. He stifled the growl that churned in his throat.
But that was okay. He’d just had something else dropped into his lap. That little cop with midnight black hair, bright arctic blue eyes that reminded him of an Alaskan husky, and luscious little curves had snagged his interest. From the moment she’d kicked down the door, Adam had caught the almost hidden scent of something else in her. And after she just stared him down, he was all but itching to find out what she was.
No one ever stared down an Alpha without ending up with a lot of bodily harm. Yet she hadn’t even smelled afraid of him while she’d been doing it. Adam was betting a shit ton of money that she knew exactly what he was. So the fact that she’d openly stared down an Alpha, had his blood heated for the chase of prey. Right now he couldn’t decide if he wanted to catch her to punish her, or catch her to pin her underneath him. Either way, he would be catching her. Maybe he could do both. Light up her pretty little ass to a nice shade of red with a well deserved spanking, and then pin her down underneath him. He kind of liked that idea.
His phone rang from his pocket. Digging it out to look at the screen he saw that it was his Beta, otherwise known as his best friend Clay, the second in command of his pack. “What’s up?”
“Did you get him?”
He breathed out a frustrated sigh. “Almost. I had him cornered in a room at the address you gave me, but before I could cuff and drag him off the cops busted in. They just hauled him away in a patrol car.”
Clay’s growl rumbled over the line. “At least there will be some punishment for Ely’s death. I just would have preferred it if it had been us ripping him apart instead of the tiny cage he’ll have to live in from now on. Will you be headed home now? Perhaps I could arrange a hunt for us to burn off some our frustration?”
Adam thought about heading home. As excellent as hunting sounded at the moment, all he could see was a pair of chilly blue eyes staring him down with a fierceness that he failed to find in any of the other members of his pack. “I’ve got a hunt of a different kind to do tonight. Tell me Clay, do you know of any blue eyed black haired females of the Other variety in Wilmington?”
Clay snorted in amusement. “So it’s that kind of hunt is it? I gotcha. I don’t know of any female fitting that description though. Are you sure she’s not human?”
“I’ve got no doubt she’s something Clay, but it’s definitely not human. I just don’t know what she is. Definitely not a vampire because it’s daylight out, but her scent smelled off though, and I’m having a hard time figuring out what she is. I want to say she might be some kind of shifter, but if she is, she masks her scent somehow. Couldn’t tell what kind. Think I might follow her tonight and try to figure it out. Do we have anyone we know at the Wilmington Police Department?”
“A cop huh? Kinky. Are you going to ask her to cuff you? That would be cool, but you might want to have her leave the night stick at home. I don’t think you’d like what she could do with that. At least not without a lot of lube.”
“Damn it! Get your mind out of the constant gutter you wallow in. It is not in our best interest to have some unknown Other roaming around so close to our land. In our territory. Especially one we can’t identify.” His voice growled with irritation at his Beta, and his tendency to harass him about his sex life. Or should he say, his lack of sex life lately. Which was what was amusing to Clay. Until recently, Adam had no qualms about indulging in the female flesh that made itself so readily available to him all the time. Wolves were sensual creatures with an over active sex drive. It wasn’t entirely uncommon to go to the Pack’s lodge and find a free for all orgy in the middle of the night. However, for the last six months or so, no one had appealed to him. It was like he had been doused with a cold shower one day and had yet to warm back up.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get your fur in a bunch. We have someone at the Wilmington Police Department. Would you like me to call him or give you the number?”
“You call him. Her last name is O’Conner. Call me with whatever you find out.” Snapping his cell phone shut Adam walked down the street and around the corner to where he had parked his black Harley Sportster motorcycle. The August heat was unbearable, causing small rivulets of sweat to run down the back of his neck, soaking his shirt. The roar of the engine from his bike drowned out the sounds of major traffic flow a few streets over as he led his bike back to his house where he could take a cold shower. After that, he’d do some research on his laptop to see if he could come up with anything on his own about the mysterious O’Conner.
The hunt was on.
Come here little rabbit.
About the Authors:
Jessie Lane is the writing team of Melissa Pahl and Crystal Leo. The two sister-in-laws share a great love of naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them. Because really, it is ALL about the characters. (They’re kind of megalomaniacs – but don’t tell them we said that.)
Crystal and Melissa often live half their lives with their heads in the clouds dreaming of alpha military hunks, werewolves and kick ass heroines crazy enough to chase after things with weapons that they really should know better than to chase.
Their first novel, The Burning Star, was released in May 2012. They are now working on their next two novels, Big Bad Bite and Secret Maneuvers. With several projects underway ranging from teen to adult romance they are looking forward to showing the rest of the world their crazy stories, heroes and heroines that often plague their minds until written and hope you will join them on their journey!