The Werelion And The Cat: Paranormal Protection Agency, #4
By Mina Carter
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Tall, blond and handsome has been tailing her for months.
But born a warlock and trained by a demon, Beth Roark isn't a woman to be put off her game by a pretty face, not even when he almost catches her on her last job, the last job, the one that will fund her retirement from a life of crime. One soul-stealing kiss and she's gone, but he's not that easy to get rid of. And neither are the bully-boy wolves who first hired her to steal for them and now want her head on a platter.
She's mysterious, beautiful and a professional thief.
Werelion Alex Sullivan is the best at what he does, tracking people who don't want to be found, but even with his skills, bringing in infamous antiquities thief 'The Cat' is proving to be somewhat difficult. She's as good at not being caught as he is at catching people. When he gets the drop on her, he realizes why. She's a magic user. And his mate. Just one problem, the people who own the artefact she just stole want it back... and her dead.
He needs to find her before they do, or risk losing his mate before he can make her his...
NB - please be aware this title was previously released as 'Bad Moon Rising' and has not been extended.
Mina Carter
Mina Carter was born and raised in Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England). After a slew of careers ranging from logistics to land-surveying she can now be found in the wilds of Leicestershire with her husband, daughter and a cat who moved in and never left. Suffering the curse of eternal curiosity, Mina never tires of learning new skills which has led to Aromatherapy, Corsetry, Chain-maille making, Welding, Canoeing, Shooting, and pole-dancing to name but a few. A full-time author and cover artist, Mina can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before they drive her mad. She's addicted to coffee and Dairy-lea cheese triangles.
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The Werelion And The Cat - Mina Carter
CHAPTER 1
They said diamonds were a girl’s best friend. Beth disagreed.
A girl’s best friends were a baseball bat, nerves of steel and the cool twenty million she would get for the item in the glass case in front of her. She paused for a moment to look at the object nestled carefully on a bed of red velvet behind the glass.
Fenrir’s Claw. Apparently torn from the paw of the mystical wolf himself, it was supposed to be an object of great reverence for certain groups of werewolves, particularly ones that hailed from Northern Europe.
It looked like a shriveled sausage. Dried skin with some random hairs still stuck to it wrapped around desiccated joints. Jagged bone was visible at one end and the other was tipped by a black talon worthy of any film studio’s special effects department. It was less a claw and more a whole finger. Gross.
Finger though it might be, it was, however, an expensive one. One that someone was prepared to pay for her rather pricey and very specialized skill set to acquire. Stealing ancient mystical artifacts was not cheap, nor was it easy. But luckily, Beth happened to be very, very good at it.
Which was fortunate, since getting in here had not been easy. She’d hit museums all over the world, but the Hale-Patterson Museum of Medieval History had the most impressive security setup she’d ever seen. Cameras with intersecting fields of view on every entrance and exit, motion detectors and heat sensors were just the start of it. They also had guards on patrol and individual security systems on the higher-level exhibits. Like the claw.
But…she wasn’t known as the best for nothing. Because, unlike her competitors, she had a little extra edge they didn’t have. As well as her impressive larceny abilities, she was a magic user, and spells were something high-tech security systems didn’t cope well with. Like, at all. So far she’d managed to work her way around all the measures taken to stop people like her.
A chameleon spell had gotten her past the cameras without a hitch, and the Winter’s Breath charm around her neck had dropped her body temperature to fool the heat sensors. The motion detectors had taken a little more muscle with a spell not many knew about and even fewer spell slingers had both the magical muscle and physical ability to pull off—a Wraith Run. The incantation gave her a sore throat for days and the speed she’d had to pull…well it was a good thing this last part, actually getting the claw out of the case, was relatively low key.
No magic required, just brute force and speed.
Hello, retirement fund,
she whispered and swung the bat.
It connected with the glass, shattering it into hundreds of tiny little cuboids that cascaded and danced over each other through the air before hitting the floor to continue their merriment. The loud smash was followed moments later by the raucous squawk of the alarm.
Grabbing the claw, she shoved it into the swag bag slung crosswise over her torso and ran for it. A shudder racked her body. Ugh, even touching the thing with gloved hands gave her the creeps. She didn’t believe in the legend. Didn’t believe that Fenrir had been the son of a god.
Regardless, someone, somewhere, had torn the finger from a big-ass fucking werewolf and kept it as a trophy. She sure as hell was glad werewolves weren’t that long-lived because she didn’t fancy being caught holding the baby if the owner came back to reclaim it.
With the route out of the place mapped out in her mind, she ducked through the door at the end of the hall, turned right at the screaming mummy exhibition, and made a sharp left by the shrunken head display. From there, it should have been an easy ride out. One long, straight run down the north corridor, a leap through the window at the end while casting a wind-runner spell and she’d be home clear, her bank balance fatter by twenty mil.
She could then book her ticket to Hawaii. Or Venice. Or maybe somewhere else. She hadn’t decided yet. One thing was for certain, it was going to be somewhere no one knew her. Where she could start all over with a new name, a new identity, and where people had no idea of the fact that she was a dead woman walking.
It should have been an easy ride out. Should. She’d just opened her mouth to start the wind-runner incantation when the large figure flitting out of the shadows in the corner of her vision made her revise her plans on the fly. Changing the incantation, she pulled power from deep within to leap to the side, running up the wall and onto the ceiling as easily as she had on the floor. Her head snapped up, looking down as a low snarl filled the corridor. She got a quick glimpse of a harshly handsome face and a set of broad shoulders.
Shit. It was him.
Some form of shape-shifter from his general demeanor and bearing, he’d been tailing her for months, watching the same targets and appearing on the scene shortly before or after. Her extra senses, those she didn’t talk about, that didn’t fit with either her human or spell slinger abilities, usually warned her when he was around so she could walk away. That was her rule. If anything felt off, she walked away, screw the money. It was how she’d avoided capture by the human authorities for so long. That and the fact sometimes they were just dumb, assuming the thief had to be plain old human.
But…he wasn’t human either. Nor had he gotten this close before. Her heart sped up, snapping her back into focus as she reached out. Her fingers drew a spell directly into the air and with a flick, she sent it sailing toward him.
Cat’s cradle. A snare spell, it was powerful enough to hold any paranormal up to and including some of the lower hell demons. Shit, she sure as fuck hoped he wasn’t a demon… No, he was a shifter. Had to be. The deep male…very masculine…scent wrapping around her like an insta-lust spell said he couldn’t be anything else.
His snarls increased as the air around him thickened like treacle. His movements became slower, more erratic, and filled with rage. His lips curled back to show teeth sharper than a human’s, visible even in the darkness as he came to a stop. Held in place by the spell.
She slowed down. The spell would hold for another couple of minutes, allowing her to walk on any surface as though it were the floor. It was an obscure bit of magic, which had taken her months to track down but sure came in handy sometimes.
Who are you?
He surprised her by speaking, his pale eyes sharp and intelligent as he looked at her. Studied her. Assessed her. With an expression like that, he had to be noting every little detail of her appearance.
Instantly her evaluation of him changed. He’d come after her once she picked up the claw, but she didn’t think it was his quarry. His presence proved he’d successfully circumnavigated security, which meant he could have picked up the claw himself.
No. He’d been waiting for her. Which meant his target was not the claw or the other artifacts she’d believed he was casing out when she’d seen him in other locations.
It was her.
Why are you following me?
She kept her voice level, adding a buzz of power to alter the sound. Even if he had any kind of recording device or voice recognition software, it would do him no good. Her voice print wouldn’t match anything on record. She’d made sure of that.
Dead women couldn’t be too careful. And she’d been dead a long time.
He tilted his head, the only part of his body he could move, to the side.
You’re smaller than I thought you’d be. Why’d you do this?
Answering questions with questions, just like she did.
Because I can?
Her lips quirked as she strolled across the