“Now,” River said, his authoritarian voice back in play and sending sexy shivers through me, “we wait for Vic. If he has at least some of the answers we're looking for, then it's worth hanging around here for a couple more weeks.”
Considering his words, I nodded slowly. He was right. We were in a town full of supernatural creatures with the promise of meeting someone who could tell me what I was. If nothing else, we could tie old Granny Winter down and torture her until she spilled everything she knew.
“And what about all of you? I don't expect you all to continue in this mad magic war with me. Vali, surely people are missing you by now?” I hesitated as I said this. Just the idea of him leaving me made my heart feel like it was being torn in half.
“They are.” He nodded slowly. “But… something tells me I physically can't be away from you for too long. I will head back to Nevada and tie things up but will come back.” Despite my confusion at my feelings toward him, a rush of relief flooded through me at his promise to return, and a little tension dropped from my shoulders.
“Actually, if you all will be here in Harrow for a couple of weeks, hopefully without any more attempts on Christina's life, then I should go sort some things out back home.” Austin spoke quietly, his gaze fixed hard on my face, and my stomach dropped. Despite being prepared for Vali to possibly leave, it hadn't occurred to me that any of the team might want to go.
“Bro…” Caleb frowned. “What is so important back home?”
Austin kept his gaze on me as he answered his twin. “Master Yoshi had a stroke…”
“What?” Caleb yelled, jumping up from his seat. “Why didn't you tell me? Is he okay?”
“I just got the call on the way back here. He's in the hospital but…” Austin shrugged, finally breaking his stare away from me and turning to his brother.
“I should come with you,” Caleb muttered, then glanced to me.
“No,” Austin answered firmly before I could agree with Caleb. Whoever this Master Yoshi was, he was clearly someone the twins cared about a great deal. “He specifically asked me to come alone. Don't worry though.” His gaze flicked back to me. “I'll be back too. God knows Princess will end up getting herself killed without me here to save her.”
My eyes might have been playing tricks on me, but I could have sworn he winked at me.
Our cozy family chat was interrupted abruptly as the front door slammed open, and a huge figure filled the frame, his face shrouded by a heavy hood pulled low.
“Who the fuck are you all, and what the fuck are you doing in my home?” The man growled with menace.
Looks like Vic is home sooner than expected. Answers, at last!
THE END
About the Author
Hello! I’m Tate, or TJ, or Goldie 2. I write books about people who do things, meet other people, things happen and stuff gets said. I am a wine and coffee addict who swears too much and thinks of sarcasm as the highest form of wit.
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Kit Davenport Series
#1 The Vixen’s Lead
#2 The Dragon’s Wing
#3 The Tiger’s Ambush
#4 The Viper’s Nest
#5 The Crow’s Murder
#6 The Alpha’s Pack
Co-Authored by Tate James and C.M. Stunich
Hijinks Harem
#1 Elements of Mischief
#2 Elements of Ruin
#3 Elements of Desire
The Wild Hunt Motorcycle Club
#1 Dark Glitter
Foxfire Burning
#1 The Nine
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Dark Glitter
By Tate James & C.M. Stunich
Ciarah O’Rourke was born into torture.
A human spirit reincarnated in the body of an ancient fae goddess, she’s spent the last five years in iron shackles, her mind poisoned with magic for secrets she doesn’t know.
Waking up in a dirty alley with no memory of her escape, Ciarah finds herself in the hands of The Wild Hunt Motorcycle Club--a ruthless and violent group of bikers with faerie blood in their veins.
Arlo. Reece. Killian.
Three men drenched in death, sin, and old magic.
From their clubhouse in the middle of the Louisiana bayou, they’ll offer Ciarah the keys to unlock her memories and control the veil between worlds. But even her knights can’t erase the twisted scars that remind her they aren’t the only ones who hunt.
When The Wild Hunt rides, the souls of the dead join their parade.
All that’s missing now is their queen.
Elements of Mischief
By Tate James and C.M. Stunich
Four hunky, supernatural plumbers.
One reluctant, slightly drunk human.
A match made in heaven … or in the bathroom, rather.
My name is Arizona Smoke, and I'm the proud owner of a house haunted by my dead Gram, best friend to a cocktail dress loving werewolf, and apparent soul mate to four plumbers who also happen to be elemental dragons. Besides rippling pectorals, tattoos, and … uh, nice, long pipes, the guys also have control of the elements.
Supernatural law (whoever heard of such a thing anyway?) dictates that since I stumbled upon the guys in their alternate forms, I have to marry them. All four of them. Oh, and apparently one lousy (okay, awesome) night of sex means that I'm an elemental, too—and no amount of magical penicillin can cure this disease.
All I wanted was hot running water and toilets that flushed, but now I'm dealing with monsters lurking in the sewers, supernatural politics, and four penniless (but totally hot) plumbers living in my crumbling old Victorian.
I'm Ari Smoke, wine aficionado, ex-barista, and a girl who is completely out of her element.
Having four hot husbands is nice … but the death threats, not so much.
Elements of Mischief
Tate James and C.M. Stunich
The sound of shattering glass echoed through the huge, empty kitchen as my wine slipped from my fingers and I choked over what I'd just heard. Clutching my phone to my ear, I took a breath before responding.
“It's going to cost me how much?” I needed to clarify because surely I'd just heard him wrong.