small-again blades up and outwards. The lethally-sharp, curved edges caressed the sides of the furry throat before they disappeared within, parting fur, skin, and flesh with ease.
“Ya!” Movement complete, Laney kicked out, blades down and dripping gore as she planted a small foot in the center of the creature’s chest and sent it backward. It toppled like a tree and hit the tiled floor. The ruined mess of its throat chose that moment to give, as though it hadn’t realized yet that she’d cut through from ear to ear, and dumped the contents of its circulatory system on his kitchen floor.
He looked at the body, wide-eyed, and jumped as it shuddered.
“Shit, it’s still alive!” He jerked his gun back up, determined to empty the damn thing into it if necessary, but a small hand on his arm stopped him.
“No, it’s dead. Watch.”
Sure enough, the jerk was followed by a popping and cracking. The body wriggled and danced like a marionette with broken strings. The fur slid back, disappearing into the skin with a sharp snick . His mouth dropped open again as the wolf-form morphed back into that of the youth he’d warned in the bar.
“Shiiit, never seen that before,” he breathed, looking sideways at her, and his breath caught. Dressed in vest, panties and boots, and plastered with blood, she was still the most breath-taking thing he’d ever seen. Even if he had seen a brief glimpse of her other nature, the one that meant he wasn’t sure if he needed to protect her, or run from her, the little ache in the middle of his chest grew.
“What are you?”
She smiled, a little enigmatic tilt of the lips that sealed the deal for Troy. With a shock he realized he was utterly, head over heels, in love.
“If what I think is happening in this town is really happening sweetheart, I might be the only hope you got.”
About the Author
Mina Carter is a bestselling, multi-genre author. She lives in the UK with her husband, daughter and a bossy cat.
Connect with Mina online:
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My Website: http://mina-carter.com
If you enjoyed The Reaper and the Cop, I’d appreciate it if you could help others enjoy this book, too. Help other readers find this book by recommending it. Or please review it… Tell other readers why you liked this book by reviewing it at Amazon or Goodreads.
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Enjoy the following excerpt from Dragon’s Honor
Being called into the boss’s office was nothing new for Duke and Baron. Being called in for something other than a bollocking was.
“You sure she said we weren’t in trouble?” Baron rumbled, the deep note of his dragon evident in his voice as he slouched in the chair next to Duke and glowered at his reflection in the window opposite. Given the nature of the agency’s work the PPA offices were open twenty-four-seven, so the window looked out onto the darkness of night.
Duke cast a glance the same way. Twins whose adoptive parents had decided that noble names would give their kids something to aspire to, they weren’t identical, not in human form anyway. As humans they looked alike, obviously brothers but that was where it ended. It was only in their shifted forms that they were truly identical. Whether or not that was the way with shadow-dragons, he had no idea. Dumped on the steps of a hospital when they were days old, they’d never met their parents, nor indeed any others of their kind. It had only been their adoptive father’s research that had given them a name for what they were. Seemed that shadow-dragons were as rare as rocking horse shit, so getting more info was a no-go. Story of their lives.
“Apparently not.” Duke shrugged. “She just said she wanted to talk to us about a job.”
He reached up, caught his hair at the nape of his neck and snapped the band from his wrist around it in a low pony-tail. Unsnapping a second he held it out to his brother. Baron glared at it as
“Ya!” Movement complete, Laney kicked out, blades down and dripping gore as she planted a small foot in the center of the creature’s chest and sent it backward. It toppled like a tree and hit the tiled floor. The ruined mess of its throat chose that moment to give, as though it hadn’t realized yet that she’d cut through from ear to ear, and dumped the contents of its circulatory system on his kitchen floor.
He looked at the body, wide-eyed, and jumped as it shuddered.
“Shit, it’s still alive!” He jerked his gun back up, determined to empty the damn thing into it if necessary, but a small hand on his arm stopped him.
“No, it’s dead. Watch.”
Sure enough, the jerk was followed by a popping and cracking. The body wriggled and danced like a marionette with broken strings. The fur slid back, disappearing into the skin with a sharp snick . His mouth dropped open again as the wolf-form morphed back into that of the youth he’d warned in the bar.
“Shiiit, never seen that before,” he breathed, looking sideways at her, and his breath caught. Dressed in vest, panties and boots, and plastered with blood, she was still the most breath-taking thing he’d ever seen. Even if he had seen a brief glimpse of her other nature, the one that meant he wasn’t sure if he needed to protect her, or run from her, the little ache in the middle of his chest grew.
“What are you?”
She smiled, a little enigmatic tilt of the lips that sealed the deal for Troy. With a shock he realized he was utterly, head over heels, in love.
“If what I think is happening in this town is really happening sweetheart, I might be the only hope you got.”
About the Author
Mina Carter is a bestselling, multi-genre author. She lives in the UK with her husband, daughter and a bossy cat.
Connect with Mina online:
http://facebook.com/mina.carter
http://twitter.com/minacarter
My Website: http://mina-carter.com
If you enjoyed The Reaper and the Cop, I’d appreciate it if you could help others enjoy this book, too. Help other readers find this book by recommending it. Or please review it… Tell other readers why you liked this book by reviewing it at Amazon or Goodreads.
Thank you!
Enjoy the following excerpt from Dragon’s Honor
Being called into the boss’s office was nothing new for Duke and Baron. Being called in for something other than a bollocking was.
“You sure she said we weren’t in trouble?” Baron rumbled, the deep note of his dragon evident in his voice as he slouched in the chair next to Duke and glowered at his reflection in the window opposite. Given the nature of the agency’s work the PPA offices were open twenty-four-seven, so the window looked out onto the darkness of night.
Duke cast a glance the same way. Twins whose adoptive parents had decided that noble names would give their kids something to aspire to, they weren’t identical, not in human form anyway. As humans they looked alike, obviously brothers but that was where it ended. It was only in their shifted forms that they were truly identical. Whether or not that was the way with shadow-dragons, he had no idea. Dumped on the steps of a hospital when they were days old, they’d never met their parents, nor indeed any others of their kind. It had only been their adoptive father’s research that had given them a name for what they were. Seemed that shadow-dragons were as rare as rocking horse shit, so getting more info was a no-go. Story of their lives.
“Apparently not.” Duke shrugged. “She just said she wanted to talk to us about a job.”
He reached up, caught his hair at the nape of his neck and snapped the band from his wrist around it in a low pony-tail. Unsnapping a second he held it out to his brother. Baron glared at it as
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