Healing Their Mate (The Love of a Shifter)

by Evans, Bryce

  River finished the computer program she had been working on for the unit. Word had gotten out about her skills. The Vampire Council had asked her if she wanted to come to work for them. River turned down their offer and became a fulltime member of the unit. They needed her and she needed them. Ash had told her one day that River was never really lost, but she was found. River liked that motto. She knew that more of the Lost would come to Meadowland Lodge and she hoped her family and friends could provide the safe haven of being found.

  The End

  Books Available from Bryce Evans

  The Ashland Pack

  The Trinity

  Book One

  Big Bad Alpha

  Book Two

  The Love of a Shifter

  Once Forgotten Twice Loved

  Book One

  Healing Their Mate

  Book Two

  Coming Soon: Book Three

  Shifter Justice

  Co-written with Jana Leigh

  The Perfect Reflection

  Book One

  Coming Soon: Infiltrating the Pack

  Book Two

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  Excerpt from Big Bad Alpha

  The Ashland Pack

  Book Two

  By Bryce Evans

  Damen McDonald knocked on his Alpha’s door.

  “Enter!” Damen walked into Mace’s office frowning.

  “I know why I’m in a bad mood, but why are you?” Damon said as Mace turned back around to face him. Damen was the Beta, but he was also Mace and Adrianna’s cousin. Damen was like a brother to him and he trusted him with his life.

  “No reason. Just woke up like that.” Damen stared at Mace. “What?”

  Damen snorted. “What’s wrong?” Mace shrugged his shoulders. Damen arched an eyebrow at his Alpha’s childish shrug. “Can you explain to me what’s going on with you? You are moping around as if you have been dumped. That can’t be the reason since you haven’t been seeing anyone lately. Maybe you need to get laid.”

  Mace sighed and moved back to his desk, and picked up the piece of paper in front of him. “Nobody interests me.”

  “Never stopped you before, Mace. Never stopped any of us. We are just having fun and the girls understand that,” Damen responded.

  Mace looked up and sighed loudly at his cousin. “What do you want, Damen?”

  Damen didn’t like how his Alpha was looking. He acted uninterested and agitated, which wasn’t Mace. Damen looked down at the files he held in his hand. “Well, we have five more applications to join the pack.”

  “Damn, where are these people coming from?” Mace responded.

  “Well most of them want to be near The Trinity. Some are stagnant in other packs. They don’t like either the Alpha or how the pack is being run. Then you have the Rogues who are tired of being on their own. You name it they’re coming here. Plus they heard what a good-looking Second you have,” Damen said as he arched his eyebrows up and down.

  Mace leaned back in his seat shaking his head laughing at Damen.

  “Yes, buddy, I’m sure that’s it. Okay, I know you have looked over the applications and completed background checks on everyone. Now tell me what do you think about them?” said Mace.

  “Well, everyone checks out except two and that’s what I want to talk to you about.” Mace squinted his eyes at Damen then rubbed his forehead. Damen knew this was a stress reliever for Mace. He only did it when he was stressed out.

  “First, Peter and Mary Redden are friends of Samson’s. Mary is a witch and Peter is a wolf. Mary’s daughter is Lexy Redden and she is also a witch. Peter is Lexy’s stepfather. Lexy’s real father was a human and when she was born, he left them high and dry. Although Peter is her stepfather, he considers Lexy as his own daughter,” said Damon.

  Mace shrugs, “So what’s the problem? We have other people in the pack that are not wolves.”

  “Well since Mary and Lexy aren’t wolves, they also want to petition to be a member of the Ward Clan, too. They grew up with Samson and his family and already consider them as family. But they also want to honor Peter and be part of both. I looked it up and it’s never happened where a family is part of two packs, much less a vampire clan. Now that’s the problem.” Damen sat back as he blew out his breath.

  “I will need to speak with Samson and get his opinion on this. This is very unorthodox, but hey, with everything that has happened this year, nothing surprises me anymore,” Mace said on a sigh.

  “Do you want me to talk to Samson?” asked Damen.

  “No. I’ll do it the next time I see them,” Mace replied.

  “Okay, that’s good. I will accept the other families and get them settled with the pack,” Damen answered. “Now here is the other problem I’m having. We have another person who wants to join our pack.”

  Excerpt from The Perfect Reflection

  Shifter Justice Book One

  By Jana Leigh and Bryce Evans

  These records had to be fucking wrong, there was no way that asshole was supposed to be the Prince of Wolves, as the “Redeemer,” he was supposed to have gotten everything. The wolf paced around the room, stupid Elders think they know everything. His mother, boo hoo, turns up pregnant from a visiting wolf, she cheated on her true mate. How was that even possible? His father had solved that though when she gave birth, and he scented the betrayal on the babies. He killed her, took him, and gave his snotty ass twin away to the cheating bastard. Too bad the bastard had no clue she had two children. It was the ultimate price, although the asshole had no idea he was about to pay the piper for his indiscretion.

  His whole life all he heard was how special he was. His father chose him to keep, to raise and groom him to become “The Redeemer.” Only he could plan this out to perfection, make his DNA donator pay for everything he had done. Ruined his father’s life, ruined his family, hell, ruined his life. Now, now he was going to pay, all of them would. His plan started so long ago it made him laugh; all of his little chess pieces were almost in place. His father taught him the game, and he had the patience to play it through.

  It had started out small, his father taking him hunting when he was barely able to walk. Taught him how to use a blade to kill a deer before he could shift into his wolf, his father said he needed to know how to kill with his hands. Being a wolf was not a tool he would use to extract his revenge, because in his wolf form they could track him, as a human he could mask himself.

  When “The Redeemer” figured out he loved the feel of blood running through his fingers, he learned all he could. Then he was given his purpose; his father gave him the task of helping all those unsuspecting bastards who were being cheated on.

  He could remember when he was five, his father took him and showed him what cheating bitches did. They spread their legs for anyone and laughed behind their mate’s back. His father showed him what must be done, silencing them and making sure they couldn’t destroy another family.

  He could hear him now, “If you are not true mates, your mate will cheat, she will leave you, search for her true mate. They are all whores of the wolf teaching, none of them understand that there is no true mating, because female wolves will never allow themselves to mate to just one wolf, it is not in their nature.” His father was doing a service to mankind by teaching him to kill, they would all thank him and bow to him, he was “The Redeemer,” and soon they would all know.

  *****

  She woke up shivering. What was wrong with her? She felt like she had been hit by a truck and finally opened one of her eyes. When she looked up, the light was too bright so she jerked them closed. Good God, she thought, try again, she knew that she was not in her home. Where the fuck was she?

  She turned her head and opened her hooded eyes. What the hell? It looked like a construction site. Her bac
k and legs were so cold and she was shivering all over. She tried to get up, but her hands were tied to something. When she opened her sluggish eyes further, she was strapped to a steel table where her hands were tied to each end of the table.

  Missy looked down toward her legs and they were strapped to the table, too. Shit, she was naked and strapped to a cold steel table. Missy started to panic. All she could remember was being at the Coastal for drinks. Looking around the room, she tried to find anything that could help get her untied. There were tools everywhere, littering the floor and on the other table but too far for her to reach.

  Plastic was wrapped around the windows. Nothing looked familiar to her. There were papers that looked like plans lying on a table near the door. It appeared to be a new building under construction.

  Missy jerked her head to the right hearing footsteps. She looked at the door when she saw someone walking down the dark hallway. When he got further into the light, Missy couldn’t believe it. What was he doing here and why was she tied to a table?

  “Ah, I see you have finally woken up. It wouldn’t have been any fun if you had slept through it. Do you know who I am?”

  Missy’s eyes narrowed as he came up beside the table, putting his hand on her arm, rubbing up and down. She grimaced as she felt his touch; fuckin’ bastard was going to pay for touching her.

  Missy finally found her voice, “Look, we had some good times, but this is going too far. Let me loose now and I will leave.” His answer was moving his hands further down her chest, finding her breasts, and squeezing them hard.

  “I am going to give you freedom. You have cheated; when you came on to me, I could see it. Your mate would not be happy to know you are with me right now, would he?” he said and laughed at her discomfort.

  “Hey stop, and let me up. NOW!” she yelled.

  He finally looked down at her and smiled. He walked over to the table and pulled duct tape out of a bag. Then he cut off a piece of the tape and walked back over to Missy. She was watching him closely and when he got closer, she knew he meant to put the tape over her mouth.

  “HELP…” Missy screamed.

  “I am going to help you, show you the error of your ways, so when you meet the devil you can fully accept what you have done wrong. And give him a message for me, will ya? I am sending someone special to him soon, he needs to be ready for his gift.” The Redeemer laughed, held up the knife, and looked down at her.

  Excerpt from Hades

  Gods of Old Book Two

  By Edlyn Reynolds

  Hades could not believe his eyes, even with the evidence before him. Ares was smiling gently at the human female and she was grinning up at him. The looks on their faces supported Apollo's claims. The God of War was in love. He'd found his consort.

  Signaling to his nephew he walked back out into the sunshine outside the temple. “You spoke true, Apollo. Ares has indeed found his consort.”

  Shocked and confused eyes met his. “His consort?”

  Hades nodded, “Every God has one or so the Fates mumbo jumbo tells us. They say there is one person in the world destined to be ours. One person who will, above all others, know us, honor us, and protect us at all costs. That is what the human female is to Ares. She is tied to him. You can see the strands of their lifelines twining together. It's not yet permanent, not until he gives her his vow. Then, if anything happens to one it will effect and happen to the other.”

  “Like what exactly?” Apollo asked quietly.

  “If she dies, so too will he. His powers will be absorbed back into the universe and never seen again. Unless they had a child, then the child will take on those powers when he or she comes of age.”

  “Huh,” Apollo tipped his head. His expression said he was trying to process the information. “So, you're saying that we're all destined to turn into lovesick fools like Ares?”

  “That is the current rumor,” Hades said. He gave a snort and shook his head. “Whether it’s the truth or not, we have a piece of evidence before us that says it's possible.”

  “Well, hell!” Apollo looked mortified, annoyed and slightly disgusted at the prospect. “Uh…did they happen to say if they were to all be humans?”

  “You know that’s not their way. They speak in riddles and then watch us flounder around. Until this moment,” he waved a hand toward the temple. “I didn’t know they meant a consort. Seeing them together, that piece of the puzzle fell into place and their prophecy or part of it anyway, made some sense finally.”

  “So, what does that mean for the rest of us?”

  Apollo sounded more than a little apprehensive. Given the way he liked to go through females, he likely was. He wouldn’t like the idea of being stuck with one female for the rest of time. Unlike him, Hades thought the concept had merit. Of course, he'd ended up screwed on the last deal he'd made with a female. He would not be making the same mistake again.

  Thank the Gods for a little known clause he'd found to get out of that. All he’d had to do was set that bitch Persephone up and let her hang herself. Then he'd been free, free of her sadistic and conniving clutches and free of her bitch of a mother, Demeter, too. Now all he had to do was figure out the best way to pay them both back, slowly and painfully.

  “Well, nephew,” he smiled. Hades knew it wasn't a pleasant smile, not much about him was pleasant any more, not after being shackled with that bitch Persephone for so long. “I’d either avoid this realm entirely or get ready to pick out china patterns.”

  Apollo swallowed hard, yeah...he didn't like the idea at all. “What about you uncle?”

  Hades frowned, “What about me?”

  “Well, you're in the same boat as the rest of us, are you not?” That said the golden little shit flashed away with a too smug grin.

  But, he was right. Gods protect the female that thought to bring him under her heel. He'd been fooled once, nearly lost his life before it was his own again, there wouldn't be a second time. “Shit!” He really needed a drink. Maybe he'd hit up the Goth club. At least there he didn't stand out and no one in their right mind fucked with him.

  Excerpt from I Waited for You

  The Guardian Book One

  by Lynn Ray Lewis

  It was a week before Christmas, and all the holiday shoppers were out, ready to knock a person down, and stomp on them to get those “must haves” for gift giving. Julie Nelson was glad she wasn’t one of those people in lines and overspending on their charge cards. She took care of her shopping a few months ago, and was quite proud of her ingenuity. Since she only had six people to get gifts for, each recipient would be getting a bottle of their favorite alcoholic beverage. She loved the holidays, the lights, and music, even the commercialism put a smile on her face. She was a slut for Christmas miracle stories, and didn’t apologize for it. Did it really matter that the holiday historically happened in early summer, or that there was no snow within a thousand miles or so at the time? For Julie it was the “Peace on Earth Goodwill toward Men” thing that hooked her. Even if she never had enjoyed a storybook Christmas, it was still her favorite holiday.

  Four of those bottles would be going to a house party with her tonight. Her brother, Andrew, always drank rum, it didn’t seem to matter if the brand was cheap or expensive, and rum was his choice. His wife, Etta, was a lover of vodka, she had a little classier taste in liquor so Julie made sure to get the better priced stuff. The new fifty-one inch LED flat screen TV should have been delivered sometime today.

  One of her author friend’s husband owned a string of electronics warehouses, and had been kind enough to give her the set as a gift for saving his company from total chaos. Not that she had directly done anything to save them. Her cousin was a computer forensic scientist, so she provided the CEO with contact information.

  One of the company’s ex-employees had been caught stealing, and fired. Since the man was a trusted employee, he had access to the order and routing information. In all of the confusion, his boss had forgotten to disable the
man’s password from the company’s system. The day he had been released from jail on bond, he began to play with the largest orders coming into the company. The vendor’s complaints were what had clued them into a problem.

  Since she had no room in her apartment, coupled with the fact she rarely watched TV, made giving it to her brother and sister-in-law a great idea. They both had good paying jobs, but still couldn’t afford luxuries like a big screen TV. When they bought the house five years ago, they knew the luxuries would have to go. So she tried to give them things they wouldn’t have spent money on for themselves. Picturing her brother’s face when he saw the monster set made her smile.

  It had been a challenge to find and obtain the bottle of tequila from Mexico. The stuff was a private label and pricey but if it made the Dailys happy then she would be able to pat herself on the back for a gift well given. She couldn’t understand what the attraction was between her brother and Jorge Daily, but each year since they had lived next door, they were guests at her brother’s home for Christmas. Jorge was some sort of online investment trader and she knew Andrew had made a good bit of money taking the man’s advice. The odd couple were hard to please, but always gave beautiful, expensive gifts to everyone at the Holiday gatherings. She tried to ignore the snide comments coming her way from Hailey Daily.

  The woman was a brittle female, she was never happy, even with the nice home, and what appeared to be scads of money to spend. Jorge was a handsome man to say the least. He could be charming and would often be seen laughing with Andrew. The man oozed sex appeal, but Hailey never seemed to care that her husband was sexy. Almost every word coming from her mouth was sarcastic and petulant. Julie knew Etta felt sorry for the woman.