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Dennis laughed. “He adores you.” An unpleasant thought crossed his mind. “You two never…?”

“No. No! Not that I wasn’t willing, but Lou never showed any interest, and the one time I thought about approaching him, he found James the next day.”

Relief shot through him. “Good.”

KC climbed on top of Dennis. “Where is everyone else?”

“Lou and James went to get Candice settled and then went home.”

“So we’re all alone.” The fox shifter’s eyes glowed with interest. Dennis reached up to pull his lover down just as KC’s stomach gurgled loudly.

Dennis laughed. “Maybe I should feed you first.”

KC rubbed the fabric over Dennis’ erection. “I can think of something you can feed me.”

“Food first.” The urge to care for his mate was riding him hard.

“I don’t want food. I want to make love to my man. I can’t tell you how frightened I was when the plane crashed and I couldn’t find you. The terror that went through me tore me apart. I never want to feel that sort of pain again. You can’t put me through that again.”

Dennis hugged KC close. “I won’t, honey. I promise.”

“Good.” They snuggled together for a moment before KC asked the question preying on his mind. “Do you really think your sister is innocent? I mean, about the killings…that she was drugged?”

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll just have to keep our eyes open and see what she does next.

I’d like to trust her, but she’s changed.” Dennis rubbed his cheek across KC’s shoulder. “I think they did horrible things to her and she isn’t the type that can take abuse like that and not fight back.”
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KC thought about all the things that could go wrong while looking out for Dennis’

sister. “We’ll have to ask Talan if he knows any good psychiatrists. She needs a professional.

I don’t know if she’ll go to one but it would be nice to give her the option.”

Dennis kissed his lover. “I adore how you are looking out for my sister.”

KC smiled. “I just want you to be happy and you’re not going to be if your sister is suffering.”

“As long as you’re with me, I’ll be the happiest coyote ever born,” Dennis said. He quickly divested his lover of his clothes and proceeded to prove to KC that his words were true.

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Matchmaker, Matchmaker

Amber Kell

Released 5 December 2011

Excerpt

I’m going to kill him. It’s the only way to get out of this matchmaking contract, and I’m willing to do the jail time over it. Granted, I’m also betting I won’t be sent to jail. After all, I’ve matched most of the judges in the city and they adore me.

“I don’t approve of your choices.” The tall werecougar loomed over me as if my picks would change if he growled a little more.

“You haven’t even met them.” I held on to my temper…barely. I really longed to take my solid steel owl statue and smash it over his head.

“I will know my mate,” he insisted.

“Great. Then go and meet these three women and let me know how it goes. Now, get out of my office.”

A low growl rolled from his impressive chest. It was an unfair fact of life that all shifters were gorgeous. It didn’t matter what kind of animal—wolves, cats, or even the occasional rat…all gorgeous.

“No one talks to me like that.” He stood over my desk, trying to intimidate me with his size and power.

I rolled my eyes and stood up. I barely came to his shoulder.

“Listen, sugar, I’m sure everyone in your clan thinks you’re the best thing since warmed milk, but I don’t take intimidation well. I gave you the names and pictures of three potential mates—go meet them. If none of them are your match then come back.”

My patience, never very long to start with, vanished completely beneath his incredulous stare.

“I thought you were supposed to make me the perfect match.”

“Making the perfect match is all about lining up the right people. The three women I’m setting up for you are potential mates, which means any one of them could be the right one, but it will need a combination of how far each of you are along on your personal evolution to determine a mate.”

“You can’t just look at them and know?” His examined me closely with his feral gaze.

Actually, I could point out which one would be his perfect match, but people often fought against their instincts. If I pointed out girl number two, he’d go with number one or three then come back and yell at me about how they didn’t work out. It was best to let the man or woman pick. Once they met—and chose—the one I knew they would pick in the beginning, they settled down to domestic bliss.

“Go on the dates and be a good alpha.” I patted him on the shoulder just to get another snarl. It was fun playing with the kitty cats.

I saw the moment the anger faded from his eyes. “One of these women is definitely my mate?” He tilted his head as though he could hear my thoughts if he were to listen closely enough.

“Yes. I promise one of these women is your mate.”

A wide, toothy smile crossed his handsome face. Before I could brace myself, he leant forwards and placed a big kiss on my cheek.

“Thank you, Matchmaker. I’ll keep you informed.”

“You do that.”

With the smooth grace innate to all shifters, he walked out of my office. He had a great ass.

“I thought he’d never leave,” a deep voice spoke behind me. I spun around, my heart racing.

A tall man in an expensive suit leaned against my filing cabinet. His dark hair gleamed in the dim lighting and his pale, almost colourless, blue eyes shone with an unnatural light.

Vampire
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I didn’t even have to check his aura to know what he was.

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

Few things scared me like vampires. There was something extremely creepy about a person who could walk around after they’d died.

“I’d like to acquire your services.”

“No.”

A frown formed over his unnaturally smooth brow. “What do you mean, no?”

“I mean no—as in I don’t match vampires.” He might scare me but it wasn’t the first time I’d been scared in my life and I doubted it would be the last.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re dead.”

“I am not dead,” he said in an offended tone. “If I were dead, I couldn’t be talking to you.”

“Well, you’re the walking dead. It’s the same thing.”

He took my hand and placed it on his chest over where most people had a heart.

“Do you feel my heart beating?”

“Yes.” Strange, but I really could feel the thump of a heart inside his chest.

“Then I must be alive.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to participate in his twisted logic.

“Nevertheless, I don’t match vampires.” Nothing could get me to back down on that particular vow. I only had to remember my aunt’s ravaged body.

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