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Kat ran her fingers over the puckered marks at the back of Charles' neck. Four small scars made by the rogue's fangs, four tiny punctures that could have taken him away from her forever.
She'd waited for him, naked and kneeling on the carpet in the center of their room, hoping for a night of play now that he was fully healed. Charles happily agreed with her plan.
Now, he captured the hand and pulled it away, carrying it to his lips where he kissed her palm. "Don't," he said gently, "Don't think about what might have been, kitten. Think about what is and what will be."
Kat smiled and when he released her fingers she brought them to his chest where she began unsnapping his western style shirt. As each button popped from its mooring, she separated the fabric and kissed the spot beneath.
"Easy for you to say," she whispered, her lips against the blond curls that tickled her nose. "You didn't see that night from my perspective." She moved to the next button. "You knew you had reserves of magic. I didn't."
Charles ran his fingers through her curls. "I told everything would be all right." His breath hitched when her lips found the reddened line that backslashed across his ribs and abdomen.
She pulled the shirt up and out from the waistband of his jeans to finish her unbuttoning. "That's what the hero always says right before he thinks he's going to die."
The buckle came next. It was a big buckle, oval in shape, with a wolf standing tall and howling at the sky embossed in the silver. It fell heavily to the side as she released the catch. The button and fly were undone and spread to continue her kisses along the scar's full length to where it ended just above his hip.
"But I never had any intentions of dying."
"The hero never does."
She slid the jeans and silk boxers beneath down over his hips and his erection sprang free. It bobbed in front of her nose and she went to captured it between her lips, but instead… she burst into tears.
"Well damn," Charles laughed hoarsely, "I've never had that reaction before. I always thought it was pretty good looking… as penises go."
Kat knew he was trying to make her laugh and she tried but it came out a sputter that turned into a sob. She sat back on her heels and covered her face with her hands, unable to stop the pent up fear and terror she'd held in her heart from pouring forth.
"Hey now, hey." Charles kicked the jeans from his legs and cursed when the bunched denim caught on his foot. He freed it and kicked the offending jeans to the side and then he was on his knees in front of her. "What is it, kitten, what's wrong?" His hand was shaking as he ran it through her curls. "Tell me."
She tried. Each time she opened her mouth to speak, fresh sobs erupted.
"Delayed reaction?"
She nodded her head and wailed. Not once since River disappeared had she cried, not when they were taken and she feared for the children's safety, not when she worried about Forest's possible return to the thing she feared most. When River was shot she'd felt as if her heart was ripped from her chest and when Charles faced off with that brutal rogue, with her new found happiness crumbling beneath her feet, she'd faced it passively with false courage. Even with a gun to her throat, she'd given no sign of the panic she felt. Her hands never shook with her terror as she stitched Charles' deep wounds.
But it was there, hiding inside, and this simple act of playfully undressing her mate brought it home. In that one night, her fairytale turned into a nightmare. She'd come so close to losing it all.
Charles let her cry while she blubbered and mumbled and hiccupped her way through it. When she was finished and there were no tears left, he wiped her eyes with his shirt and made her blow her nose. He lifted her to her feet and she slid up his body until her head rested on his chest. She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him, her liferaft in the storm.
He let her rest there for a moment until her breathing slowed and then gently moved her away with his hands beneath her arms. He kissed her eyes, her nose, her cheeks and the corners of her mouth.
"I'm a mess" she mumbled and would have turned away, but his hand held her head firmly in place.
"Yes, but you're a beautiful mess and you're my mess and I'll be forever grateful for the day I found you swimming naked in my pool."
Kat tilted her head and brought her mouth to his in open invitation, an invitation he accepted as his tongue plunged within. She whimpered, still not quite past her teariness. Charles' arms tightened around her and pulled her close to press her breasts to his chest.
His erection felt warm against her belly. She needed him, needed that warmth inside her, reassuring her that they were both alive and their future was bright. The Alpha's magic coursed through her, warmer and richer than before because she now knew how precious it was, how easily it could be extinguished.
Kat pulled away and led Charles to their bed, the bed where they would laugh and play and snuggle and talk and someday create children together and share the richness of their lives until they were old and gray.
This was her fairytale and he was her Wolf King, the Master of his Domain and the Captain of her heart. He was her Happily Ever After. He was her Alpha and she was his Mate.
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About the Author
Jacqueline, known as Jackie to her friends, lives in rural southern Ohio with one lovable husband, one spoiled dog and one disinterested cat. She believes coffee is a food group and always has a pot brewing. When not writing, she can usually be found with her nose in someone else's book or working in her garden. She also spends a great deal of time chasing deer and rabbits who apparently also like gardening.
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Excerpt from Guardian's Grace
Book 1 of the Guardians of the Race
This was a mistake. Grace knew it when her best friend Alice cornered her at the elevators after work and she knew it when Alice dragged her, protesting, into the little apartment that shared a landing with her own to dress her up in what Alice called ‘a sexy little number’ and Grace called one step up from a street walker. Why, oh, why had she said yes?
But, of course, she knew why. It was guilt. She’d avoided Alice all week because she hadn’t told her friend about getting laid off. Alice, with her rose colored glasses, would see this misfortune as an opportunity to try something new, to embark on an adventure, to meet new people. The woman never saw a problem that couldn’t be fixed and Grace needed a little more time to get used to the idea of being unemployed before hearing about how wonderful it all might be.
So here she was, at a retirement party for a guy she barely recognized, sitting at a group of tables surrounded by twenty people she didn’t know, wearing a little black sheath that covered a great deal less than decency should allow and a pair of thin strapped stilettos that almost guaranteed foot pain in the morning. A crystal pendant disappeared into her cleavage and sparkling teardrops hung from her ears.
The buzzing in her brain was a continuous thrum and it wasn’t from the lights or the music or the three glasses of wine she’d sipped her way through. It was the people. There were just too many people with their emotions rolling off them in waves, heightened by the music and alcohol.
Grace looked around at the crowd, smiling, talking, drinking and dancing. Happiness, anxiety, lust, fear, and even a smattering of violence blazed through her head and she winced as her heart seemed to take up the throbbing beat of the music. The place was a cacophony of sensations and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold out. She couldn’t handle this many people on her best day and today definitely wasn’t her best.
Today had been her last day to take the elevator to the basement storage facility where she’d spent the last six years scanning box after box of paper files onto her computer. It didn’t pay much, but she didn’t need much and the peace she enjoyed made up for the lack of dollars. No one ever came down to her little cloister and that was what made the job so perfect. No people meant no psychic vibrations and none of the violent headaches that accompanied them. Unfortunately, she’d been too efficient and worked herself out of a job.
“Come on. Dance with me. You’ve been sitting there all night.” Alice, wearing a flirty red dress with glittery trim at the hem and deeply scooped neckline, shimmied in front of Grace. Her smile was wide and her eyes sparkled. She held out her hands. “How are you going to attract attention if you don’t display the goods?”
“I’m not a piece of meat, Alice.”
Her friend laughed. “Oh, honey, in that dress you’re a prime rib.”
When Alice leaned over to whisper, Grace could only imagine the view the swirling skirt offered from behind.
“In that dress, you’re as sexy as sin.” The bubbly blonde’s face became serious. “You really don’t have a clue, do you?” Then she shook her head and laughed again. “Never mind, come dance with your best friend.”
And Alice was her best friend. If truth be told, Alice was her only friend and had been since seventh grade when yet another foster placement dropped Grace into yet another school, her eighth or ninth. She was no longer sure. Thirteen year old Alice immediately took her in and unlike most of her classmates, never saw Grace as weird, only different. The friendship continued right through high school as did the foster placement.
She and Alice lost touch for a few years after high school when Alice remained at home to attend Junior College and Grace was cast out on her own when her foster child funding was cut off at the age of eighteen. Then six years ago, when Grace moved into her current cheap, fourth floor walk-up, there was Alice, ready to say hello to the new neighbor and reminding Grace that there were, after all, good things in every life and Alice was the best thing in hers.
At twenty-seven, her life was a confined and lonely one. She didn’t like it, didn’t want it, but it was the only way she could survive. She often thought that without Alice’s friendship, she might have succumbed to desperation and depression.
Grace smiled as she joined Alice on the dance floor and laughed outright as Alice lifted her arms and began swirling her hips to the heavy beat of the music. She raised her own arms and began a much slower mime of her friend. It was then that she saw them.
Across the room, standing against the wall, arms crossed over massive chests, were two of the most beautiful men she had ever seen, twins, each the exact replica of the other. Soft light surrounded them as if they stood in a spotlight on a stage. Only their eyes moved, searching the room. She smiled in appreciation.
“Whoa, girl, I didn’t know you could move like that,” Alice’s admiring voice broke through.
Grace’s heart skipped a beat as realization dawned. The buzzing in her head was gone, leaving only the music. The tension that had been her body’s constant companion was replaced by a peaceful swaying rhythm. This was heaven. She kept her eyes on the twins and let her body fall under the seductive spell of the moment.
“Alice,” she said softly, after another song began. “Eye candy at one o’clock.” She gestured with her eyes.
Dov elbowed his twin lightly in the ribs. “That girl over there is staring at us.”
“Woman.”
“What?”
“Woman. You can’t call a female over eighteen a girl. It’s sexist. Chauvinistic. Politically incorrect.”
“Whatever,” Dov replied, shrugging off the criticism. “She’s staring at us.”
“She can’t be. We’re in white light. Humans can’t stare at what they can’t see.”
“I’m telling you, she’s staring at us. Look,” Dov directed with a slight poke of his chin. “Right there. Goddess body, skimpy black dress, dark hair with the blonde streak. She’s dancing with the sexy boobs in the red dress.”
“Idiot. You’ve got to stop saying stuff like that. You can’t refer to a woman as sexy boobs in a red dress.” Col looked disgusted.
“Blonde. I meant blonde. Sexy blonde in the red dress. Okay? And she’s still looking. She’s pointing us out to her friend.”
“Shit. You’re right.” Col motioned with his head. “Let’s take it outside.”
“Eye candy?” Alice squealed. “Did you say eye candy? I can’t believe you said eye candy!”
Grace huffed in exasperation. “You say it all the time. Now quit making fun of me and look behind you, over by the wall. And don’t be your usual obvious self.”
Alice made a casual turn and kept on dancing. “Ooo, you mean red shirt, dark hair, and dreamy eyes?” She completed her turn and faced Grace.
“What guy in the red shirt? I’m talking twins! How could you miss them? White tees, light blue jeans, at least six feet of hunky body. Each.”
“Twins! Where?” Alice shrieked and spun around.
It was too late for subtlety. Grace pointed. “Right there in the light.”
But they weren’t there. And neither was the light they were standing under. Her eyes darted around the room. They had to be here. Somewhere. They were way too big to get lost in the crowd.
“They were there, Alice. I swear. They were right there.” Grace pointed across the room.
“So they left. No big deal, honey. We’ll catch them another time. Now that you’re getting in the swing of things, we can go out anytime you want.” Alice winked. “You really let yourself go for a minute there, girl. You were something to see.” Her eyes lit on someone over Grace’s shoulder. “We’ll catch those twins another day, but right now I think I’ll go introduce myself to the cutie in the red shirt. Don’t leave without me, now.”
She watched as Alice danced her way across the floor toward her intended conquest. Grace tried to keep the smile on her face, but knew it was becoming a grimace as the buzzing of emotions around her returned. She glanced at her watch. The few minutes of reprieve had been wonderful and it gave her hope. If it could happen once, it could happen again, right? But for now, the buzzing was back with a vengeance.
She returned to her table, took a sip of wine and tried to take an interest in the dancers on the floor. She scanned the room again hoping to catch another glimpse of the gorgeous twins, to no avail. The buzzing in her head grew stronger and the migraine that always accompanied the sensory overload was building along the side of her head. It was too much and she knew it was time to go home. She wasn’t going to ruin Alice’s night out, just make her apologies and find her own way home. She once again scanned the floor, this time for Alice and Mr. Red Shirt and quickly spotted them heading for a hallway at the back of the club.
She blinked her eyes, shook her head and blinked again. She couldn’t be seeing what she was seeing. Mr. Red Shirt wasn’t the cutie Alice claimed. Grace’s heart stopped and she choked on the bile that rose up in her throat. Red shirt’s face had elongated, his chin jutting forward with snarling lips curled back exposing jagged, feral teeth. His brow bulged over blackened eyes and it appeared he had no nose at all. Grace shook her head again, trying to dislodge the nightmare image. This couldn’t be real.
Her rational mind told her that this was a hallucination. Someone must have drugged her wine. It all made sense. That’s why her brain buzz had temporarily disappeared. That’s why she saw the beautiful twins who weren’t there. That’s why she was now
seeing this monster while Alice walked calmly at his side, laughing and talking as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
Grace grabbed her purse and followed the couple across the floor. If she was hallucinating, whether from drugs or simply because she had finally gone over the edge into insanity, she needed to get to a hospital and she couldn’t trust herself to get there alone. She needed Alice. Alice was all she had.
She reached the empty hallway in time to see a rear exit door close. Something was very wrong. Hallucinations or not, Grace knew that Alice would never follow a complete stranger into a back alley alone. Alice was fun and flirty. She wasn’t stupid.
Grace sprinted for the door.
Excerpt from Guardian's Faith
A Guardians' of the Race Novel
Coming in 2013
Having only recently crawled from the dark cavern of her madness, Faith Parsons seriously considered crawling back in. At least it was quiet there. For a while, her mind had cut off most sight and sound, most thought for that matter, and Faith found she sometimes missed the absolute silence. The silence within her mind wasn’t deafening as some writers claimed. She thought of it more as restful, serene, and healing.
There was a lot of healing going on in this House of Guardians lately and while she didn’t mind using her powers as a Daughter of Man to help repair the injuries they inflicted upon each other, she wished they could batter and bash each other a little more quietly. When they weren’t screaming at each other in mock battle rage, they were laughing and joking and thundering around the house, egged on by the twins, Dov and Col, who weren’t yet Guardian’s but were full-fledged trainees and certainly old enough to begin acting like sensible adults.
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