Georgeanne Rogers was a former addict. She hadn’t touched anything in over six years, but to hear her boss talk, she could barely function. Sometimes, she just needed someone to talk her down…
Ivy had mentioned George to Lance. To be honest, he had thought George was a guy because of the name, but when he got a look at her, he realized she was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. And when he opened the truck door and caught her scent, he was one happy lion…
George wasn’t so sure. Feed her first. She would think later…
Denver Tucker just wants a new start for his family, so he contacts the king of his kind, Ronan Foster and his wife, Brook, of Foster’s Pride, for help. The Fosters are more than happy to help the Tucker family to get a fresh start in California.
Bailee Sims is having a rough time. Her former bosses in the US government won’t take ‘no’ for an answer when she refuses to continue working for them. They have made it their mission to make sure she’s lost her house and her car and made sure that no business will hire her, either. It is that situation that puts her in a long line on opening day for the Foster/Tucker Foundation to open its doors.
When the man behind Bailee in line whips out a gun to fire on Denver as he’s opening the door to the Foundation, Bailee can’t react fast enough before the gun fires, but she takes the man down before anyone else is hurt, but she is gravely injured too in the process.
Denver just wants to thank the pretty woman for saving his life, but she’s in no mood to talk, and when she finds out that Parker made her immortal to save her life, she is more pissed than ever. She has no home, no food, and no job. Living an eternity like that is nothing to look forward to.
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Barron Cross thought he’d found his mate in Caitlynn. She had come into his life when he was at a low point, and they seemed to click. But lately, he just wasn’t sure. Something about her was—off. Little things started to show up in her mannerisms and personality that was bringing out a true monster. She had to go.
Willow was raised by an Indian tribe in the mountains Barron called home. When Willow rescued Barron from a bear trap that would have maimed him for his entire immortal life, he realized this beautiful woman was his mate, and he couldn’t be happier.
Caitlynn just thought Barron was having a bad day. He couldn’t possibly mean all the nasty things he said to her. They were to be married, after all…
Jamie Kemp was good at her job. Working for the FBI in search and rescue as a dog trainer and handler was fulfilling work. Never laying down many roots, Jamie was ready to head out on assignment with her dogs at a moment’s notice.
Mark Cross and his family had lived in the Smoky Mountains for ten generations, and he loved the land, but of late, he was feeling rather lonely. Mark and his entire family were bears, black bears that blended into the wooded areas better than any wild ones in the park.
Jamie and her dogs were called in to find a missing woman. Instead, Jamie found herself in the crosshairs of a serial killer. Mark showed her pictures of the women this maniac had killed, and she could be their twin. And to complicate things more, Mark was her mate….
Sunny Meadows wasn’t a people person. She had anger management issues, and most of the time, she didn’t even like herself. Working as a government agent, Sunny found herself in the Smoky Mountains tracking down a serial killer. A run-in with a park guest landed Sunny in the hospital and off the killer’s trail.
Dexter Cross and his family were black bears and lived in the Smoky Mountains, where he worked as a ranger for the park where they lived. He was to deliver a gun and a badge to the injured agent. He’d been told she was caustic, but he wasn’t prepared for her being his mate too.
When the killer discovered that Sunny was injured. She was making a move to end Sunny’s life, and anyone else’s that got in her way. Will Dexter and his family be able to protect her?
Amelia wasn’t too happy with her mother, the grand witch when she told her she had a mate out there, and if she didn’t act fast, the man would die before she could claim him. Amelia was fine with her life just the way it was. Men tended to mess things up. Before she could argue her case, her mother tricked her into taking her powers, making Amilia the new grand witch.
Frazier Cross, along with younger brother Ewing, was giving a tour of one of the park’s caves when chaos erupted. The walls and ceiling were caving in on them. There was nothing he could do. They were all going to die….
Maddy was on the run. She was a single mother raising a set of beautiful triplets—very gifted triplets. Her brother wanted the kids for their talents and would kill her to get them.
Gibb Cross fell in love with the kids even before he met their mother. He wanted to love her, too, but Maddy was having none of it. It took a lot to make Gibb angry, but Maddy seemed to know which buttons to push….
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Caitlynn filed the paperwork in the file and put it behind her on the credenza with the rest of the work she’d been catching up on. Looking up, she was startled to see that Barron was sitting across from her. Smiling, she asked him if he’d gotten things squared away already. “I did. For the most part, anyway. I have an order in for goats and pigs to be delivered to the farm in a few days after we return.” She corrected him, saying if they returned.
“They’ll come by rail car and then be delivered to the farm in semi-trucks. I’m about as excited to have them as I am to have new stock coming in. This way, I can play around with the different kinds of goat milk that I’ll get from them.” She asked him if it was a huge difference, letting him ignore the fact that they had talked about returning or not. “I don’t know if it’ll be huge, but it will be different than just the Boer goats that I have now. And you don’t really care.”
“I do. I promise you. I was just thinking about the fact that you’re excited about goats like I am about advertising a new product. It suits you to be this happy. Everything about us being here seems to make you happy. Don’t you think?” He thanked her. “Did you have any luck finding yourself some sheep? I know that was on your list while we were here in town.”She and Barron had started talking to each other three weeks ago. A very long phone conversation that had them both knowing, just by that, that they were meant to be together. He told her how she was his partner, his friend, and she couldn’t have been happier if he’d asked her right then to marry him.
Caitlynn knew that if he ever did, she wouldn’t hesitate to say yes. He meant that much to her. She’d spoken to him on the phone when one of her ex-employees had come to talk to him. Really, he’d been manhandling him about letting her company buy his cheese and sausages company that he made to sell in their local shop. Since he’d made it very clear to Denver Longshot that he had no desire to sell his company, she’d never once asked him—for that matter, thought about asking him to allow her to buy him out.
Caitlynn could and would have if he wanted, but she thought that it wouldn’t be as good as the good hometown charm that he put into everything that he made. So long I could figure out how to put it in it without actually being there. Every time he spoke of the goats and his other animals, she could see how much passion he had for them. His love for them and the things that they gave him were something special. And his joy in making what he did with their product was something so refreshing that she couldn’t help but be excited when he was. Also? Well, she could wait for that passion to lessen, and then he’d be all hers. The milkers—his cows and lambs, he had named each and every one of them as soon as they were purchased or born on the mountain.
She really enjoyed his mannerisms of being a compassionate man and a good man to be around. “Several of the farmers said that sheep are just curly goats. I’m not sure that’s right, but I did find out that I’d be better off with llamas than sheep. They need a great deal of room to roam, and while I have that, he also said that they can be slightly aggressive toward other animals. The fencing needs to be better than I have already for the cows. Which is going to be work. I’m thinking keeping the bears out with them will be a big chore when they smell them.” He got him a cup of water from the water dispenser. Never bottled, she noticed. Maybe he didn’t care for the plastic taste. When he was finished with his drink, he tossed the paper cup into the recycling bin marked paper.
Saul Tate was just ready to get home and rest. This trip had zapped all his energy, and he just wanted to crawl into his bed and sleep for a year. He was a shifter and never got sick, but he hurt all over. Was this what it felt like to get the flu? If it was, it sucked.
Saul woke to the sweetest little girl, Lynn, sitting next to his bed in the hospital, staring at him. It didn’t take him long to realize that her mother, Chalina, was his mate. He had found his mate, and he now had a daughter. Saul couldn’t be happier.
That happiness, though, was short-lived. Lynn was doing a complete 180. The sweet little girl was gone, and in her place was a rude, selfish, and vengeful nine-year-old not only fighting with him but putting her mother through hell. Saul was at his wit’s end….
Caitlynne’s job was difficult. Doing what she did for the government not only put herself at risk, but any friends or family she had could become a target. When her sister was hurt, she blamed herself even though it had nothing to do with her directly. It didn’t matter. It was time for her to quit before someone she cared about ended up dead.
Joel Tate had been in the building to meet with Becca Jacobson when she was attacked. To save her, Joel had to change her into what he was, a wolf. More or less guarding her in the hospital, Joel met her sister, Caitlynne, when she was brought to the hospital to see her sister. As soon as Caitlynne was close enough to him to get her scent, he knew she was his mate.
Caitlynne’s disappearing act from her job started things rolling. Her boss wasn’t taking I quit as an answer. When they tried to kill her by setting her apartment on fire, Joel thought it was time to take the situation into his own hands….
Cody Martin was a good attorney. Never appreciated at her job, she still never wavered in her loyalty. And when she was suddenly fired for no reason, she found it would be the perfect opportunity to start a business with her brother Matt.
Layton Tate was also an attorney, but he and his brother Loren were bogged down with cases and needed to hire a new firm to help with their caseload. Cody would make a good candidate as her stellar reputation preceded her. He reached out to shake Cody’s hand. The blast sent them both reeling to opposite sides of the room and shocking the family. Layton and his wolf both knew what that meant.
Cody wasn’t stupid, she knew what Layton was to her too, but she had to make sure the ground rules were straight before she’d have anything to do with him. No one would be pushing her around, mate or no mate….
Shade Cornwall did her best to help her mother and siblings escape that maniac known as her father, but she’d never acknowledge that. Their run ended abruptly when he tossed a Molotov cocktail into their moving vehicle. Her mother was burning, and it was all she could do to help save her and her siblings from the burning vehicle. As it ended up, her mother’s prognosis for survival didn’t look too good. Cliff Tate had just returned from a long stint out of the country. It felt good to be home. He didn’t hesitate to take in the kids from the burning vehicle while the driver and their mother were rushed to the hospital. Shade had no trust in men. Her father had seen to that. Cliff seemed to be a good man, but she’d had enough of men to last her a lifetime….
Loren Tate sought solace in his greenhouse, pondering what to plant next. But he found more than inspiration there — he found his mate, Hanna, gravely injured and on the run. Aurora revealed that Hanna was not only Loren’s destined partner but the magical Queen of all Shifters. With Loren as her newfound King, Hanna had the power to defeat her murderous father, who hunted her. But first, Loren had to help Hanna recover, and together they had to embrace their supernatural birthright if there was any hope of stopping a vicious war for power. Now Loren and Hanna must stand united against the darkness — or risk losing their love and lives forever.
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Fowler had no desire to take over as king of the dragons, at least not yet, anyway. His grandmother, the former queen, was pressuring him into taking a mate. He didn’t need a mate, and that was that.
Amy hated rich people with a passion. If she wasn’t forced into going into this lunch meeting with the Walshs, she wouldn’t. And she certainly wasn’t going to be forced into eating a hamburger she didn’t order by some handsome, arrogant prick. Enough was enough; she was out of there, and when he grabbed her arm, all bets were off…
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The Gathering Storm The Peace of Being Without War Evenness of mind, temper, and composure Created by imagination, invention, and design storm walked around the little store listening to the gossip about one of the biggest disasters ever recorded—at least how these people were now witnessing it. She shook her head in amazement. How could humans be so insensitive? Not to mention stupid. That was one of the million and one reasons that she didn’t hang out with humans, too. The rumor mill was running full blast, it seemed today.
“They say that thousands of those bastards are dead. Whole place just split the roads and ate’em right up. Can’t you just imagine what they were thinking when they were being swallowed up like that? I can’t, I tell you what.” “Heard tell that them their houses just toppled over like the kid’s blocks. Smashing people while they slept in their beds.” The man speaking shook his head. “Mercy sakes alive. It sure did a nasty bit of business over there on that street.” “God is taking some sort of vengeance on them their foreigners. Sure as I’m a ‘sitting here, it’s God doing them people in.” She actually had to physically close her own mouth when the person made that statement. “They should have stayed in their own place, not here where we people are.”
Wondering what they’d say about her and her sister if they knew what they really were made her smile. She wasn’t going to speculate on it too much, but they’d have plenty to say. There was no doubt about that. Storm and her twin sister, Ember, were time adjusters for the world. They moved throughout time and made slight adjustments in the fabric of reality when and where it was needed, smoothing out the lines so that it looked untouched, perfect. They’d been doing it longer than any of the beings in this room had been alive. And they would continue to do so long after they were nothing more than dust in their graves.
To do their jobs, they and a great many others, like the two of them, would travel back and forth, sliding into whatever persona was needed to blend into the world they were in. It took great strength and lots of practice to even attempt what they did for the world. Sometimes, they were the only ones standing between the extinction of mankind and the world being populated at any given time. Storm caught a reflection of her face as she walked around the little odds and ends store. Tall, at just over six-foot, Storm was well-proportioned and athletic. Of course, no one would see that under her long dress and equally long sleeves. Her long dark hair, when not pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head as it was now, hung nearly to her waist in springy corkscrew ringlets.
Her skin, like her sister’s, was alabaster and smooth as velvet. The only mark that marred their skin was the tattoo of their kind. It was a dragon that curled around their back, clawed hands seemingly holding onto their shoulders while the tail trailed down their ribs and wrapped around their legs. Storm’s on her left leg, Ember’s to her right. Their wings spread and covered their arms from their shoulders to their wrists. Smiling at the men when they tipped their hats at her, she put her purchases on the counter and waited her turn to be waited on.
At the moment, Storm was in the year nineteen hundred and twenty-three in the body of a school teacher about to start “schooling” the area children in their reading, writing, and arithmetic. It was the closest body that fit her size when she popped into the time zone. The teacher would have no memories of her being Storm for a bit. There would be a slight accident, a small tumble that would alter her memories. Not that she’d remember Storm and what she had done, but the teacher would recover easily and never be the wiser of what she’d done for her world.
This time, working in this area, it had been a small fix. A mountain had come down on a family that was digging for clay and killed the youngest child. Storm had been tasked to save the child. Her future and that of a great many generations beyond her hadn’t been born when she’d been killed. Saving the family, simply making them go to the mountainside later than they had planned, had done the trick. Storm loved it when it was something like this had been. There were times when whole realities had to be altered. Generations needed to be moved ahead to save someone. Sometimes, it was to save a being or one of the descendants of a human who was needed in the future. Other times, it was to erase a horrific time in the lives of humans—mostly, it was natural disasters where many deaths occurred.
Humans, for the most part, would change up their entire lives, nothing to do with the ones that had been killed because they were witnesses to something so horrific that they had seen. Other times, the consequences of the disasters were too large and affected too many things when they rippled down through the ages and had to be removed. Something as simple as a house being crushed with their things inside. It could have been the witnessing of a family pet being killed. Any and all things that would alter everything, and it was up to them to repair the damage that had been done.
As Time Displacement Officers, they were there to insure that the shifts were smooth, with no overlapping lines after the time frame was removed or fixed. Storm would watch and event, something that she’d fixed a thousand times to make sure that things were normal. However, gifted humans or small children saw the flaws. It was easily explained as déjà vu. Or a dream, too. Storm was also there to capture another of their kind and bring him to justice. It was he who had moved the family to the mountain for the one to be killed. And he would have profited off the disaster had she not been there when it unfolded.
His name was Grail. He didn’t like being in this room. It wasn’t like the room wasn’t nice. It was, but when your benefactor summoned you, you did what you were told. Bowing before her when she entered the room—just to piss her off—he stood up when she told him to. “Do stop. Why must you be so annoying? Someday, you’ll be king, and I do hope that someone does the same to you.” He had been altering reality to suit his own personal gain and to profit for a while now, but no one could catch him. She was determined to find and make him pay before he could cause any more trouble. Altering a timeline too often would lead to sloppy work and time twitches that people would notice.
And that was something that she was afraid of more than anything that she’d encountered in the human world. Profit and notoriety from their jobs, both of which were laws that carried the sentence of death if broken, was what he had been doing today. Storm shuddered at the thought of the death he would endure when they took him back to Chilast, their magical realm. Death would not come easily or quickly for one like Grail. He had to know that. So why was he doing this when he knew it was only a matter of time before he was caught? They didn’t have the people to chase after him and keep the world and its people safe. As it was now, they were stretched to the limit. Working from sun up to sun down and all the between time too.
It had been so long since she’d had a day off that she wanted to just lie down, pull some leaves over her, and go to sleep for about a thousand years. Storm’s twin sister, Ember, had gone to Tokyo to study and gather names of their kind for the continuation of their race. So far, all she’d been able to find was the list of dead. All of the dragons that had come after her and a few others that had been killed. That wasn’t doing any of them a bit of good, and they all knew it. They were aging out, the lot of them, and there wasn’t anything that they could do about it.
It didn’t bother their kind when they would wind time backward. It was the moving of time forward that would harm them. Time, it would add, even if it was only a click of a second to their age. And having to look at something over and over, forward and back, it might well add as many as ten minutes onto their long lives. After a while and all those adding up, a dragon would age quicker, worn down by time and effort.
Author Kathi S Barton 