New Reaper in Town: Hellsgate, #1
By Mina Carter
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She's death incarnate. Love and romance aren't on the cards. Are they?
The latest in a long line of Reapers, Laney arrives in small-town Liberty expecting the usual 'reap and run' type of job. However, the small town holds far more secrets than she expects, plus a sexy as hell cop who blind-sides her reaper instincts big-time.
When a lone lycan turns out to be a scout for a full-scale invasion, she can't leave. Someone has to defend the town from the things that go bump in the night. It's got nothing to do with the sexy cop. Honest...
She's not human. He doesn't care...
Burned out after working in the big city, Troy moved back home to Liberty to claw back a little of his soul. But the sleepy town has problems of the paranormal kind and the department has gone from calls about lost cats to boggarts in the basement. That was before the seriously nasty stuff moved in...
When Laney shows up he's not sure what she is, but he doesn't care. She's tiny, delicate, and gorgeous. When he finds a werewolf looming over her in an alley, all his protective instincts flare up. He needs to get her home, keep her safe... Make her his.
But is she the answer he's been looking for to fill the empty spot in his heart or the most dangerous creature he's ever met?
A Continuing Story: Please be aware that Laney and Troy's story is a serialized romance. If you're not a fan of the serial format, please join my mailing list to be informed when a complete bundle is available!
NB: This title was previously released under a different title and has been revised and 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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New Reaper in Town - Mina Carter
CHAPTER 1
Death is inevitable. For most, that means worrying about the how, and more importantly, the when. It’s an obsession the marketing industry has latched onto like a leech, and from one person to the next, it ranges from the absent worry about leaving loved ones behind to narcissistic panic at leaving this mortal coil.
For some of us, though, death is a job. I wouldn’t say it’s a nine-to-five, daily grind, but it’s more of a 24/7/365 deal.
Let me introduce myself.
I’m Laney Larson, and I’m a Reaper. Yeah, you heard me right. I said Reaper. As in the big, bad dude with the robes and scythe, who looks like he needs a few extra squares in his life? That guy.
Kinda.
Well, not quite.
It’s more accurate to say that I’m his great—god knows how many—great grand-daughter. Hard to tell since no one has seen his Grimness since the Middle Ages, but every single Reaper carries a piece of him, their Grimm, within. It gives us our abilities and lets us see things others can’t. Without a Grimm, a Reaper is a standard human with an interesting family tree—nothing more, nothing less. With a Grimm? Yeah, even I don’t know everything we’re capable of.
It’s a bit like the Santa deal, but instead of presents, there are lots of souls to be reaped daily all over the world. I have no clue how the big dude in red manages it. Yeah, he’s real too. And the Easter Bunny? Don’t get me started on that asshole. Reapers spread the load.
It’s like a franchise. You don’t buy into it. You’re born into it. There are Reaper families everywhere, but not all of us get the call and receive a Grimm. When my grandfather died, it skipped over my mom and two older brothers to pick me.
My eldest bro had been so convinced he’d be the one, he’d gone out and bought himself an outfit of head-to-toe armored bike leathers in Reaper black with a death’s head helmet. Idiot can’t even ride a bike. He thought it looked cool, though, so he was well pissed when the Grimm passed him over and picked me. You can imagine how awkward Thanksgiving was in our house that year. He’s still not talking to me ten years later. Twat.
So yeah, back to the point. I got the family Grimm—which, by the way, is a cantankerous bastard at the best of times—and I’ve been reaping souls ever since. It’s an interesting job, especially since my promotion less than a week into it.
There are different types of Reapers. My grandpop dealt with the naturals.
Those are the nice and easy reaps, those who die all peaceful of old age in their sleep, or in their garages, or gardens while cutting the grass. The ones who are expecting a visit from the big old GR himself so they’re not surprised to find they’re dead.
In fact, I remember Pop saying that the most exciting reap he had most months were the old boys who snuffed it while on the job. According to Pop, trying to convince a soul that it’s not still having sex can be difficult. And icky. I’m glad I’m not on naturals anymore. I don’t want to see no soul’s junk. Ever thankyouverymuch. Thankfully, I’ve never had to deal with one of those.
Nope, after a couple of days on naturals, there was an opening, and I moved on to violent deaths—gunshots, car accidents, beatings. You name it, I get to wade in and take the souls out. Some fight, but I prefer those to the victims. The pain in their auras, and the relief to see me because they know their ordeals are over tears at my heart. Especially the kids.
I’ve put more than a few email requests into head office to be the Reaper who takes their abusers down. Reaping is painless for the reapee. Is that even a word? Huh, I made one up. Go me.
Where was I, oh yeah, we train long and hard to make sure the souls don’t suffer. But since Reapers don’t go to heaven or hell, we’re out of that loop. Which means... there’s nothing to stop me from holing up somewhere quiet and taking a couple of days to strip a soul from its body. And believe me, given the right situation, I can be really inventive.
The mere thought of taking out rotted souls like that put me into a bad mood and I shoved the door in front of me open to walk through.
It was a cop bar; I smelled that as soon as I took a breath. I’d like to say the air held the faint tang of bacon, but that was the all-day breakfast being consumed at table number three. Full English at 9 p.m.—I’d have to remember this place. Under the enticing aroma of food was the unmistakable scent of too many hours on the clock, of missed dates and family meals mixed with the determination that marked those who dedicated their lives to the law.
So what’s a Reaper doing in a cop bar? I’m not a cop, and since some of my jobs were alive before I stripped their souls, technically that makes me a murderer. Judge me all you like. If someone’s pinned under a vehicle and my schedule says their card’s about to be punched, you can be sure I’m going to punch it early and save them some pain. I’m not a freaking sadist.
Murderer or not, I reap souls involved in violence. Although I have my own methods of tracking them—even now, lifelines glowed in my peripheral vision courtesy of my Grimm—sometimes it’s quicker to tail the police and get to the bodies before they go cold. I prefer to reap them that way, as soon after the heart stops beating as possible. They’re as confused as all hell and less inclined to put up a fight. At least, human souls aren’t. I’ve heard horror stories about paranormals that make my toes curl. But that’s Special Operations, something I never intend to get into.
Shuddering at the thought, I moseyed up to the bar and caught the eye of the bartender. This was a new town for me, but I wouldn’t have worried about him recognizing me even if it wasn’t. Reapers are the perfect predator so I could change my appearance at will. I could even stop them seeing me altogether if I wanted. All it took was a half-step into the space between the living and death—the Shade where souls waited to be reaped. It was a little hit and miss with paranormals, but since most were shit-scared I was there for them and took off at a dead run, I’d always figured it didn’t matter.
Tonight I was following my usual MO. The Grimm had pinged me that some serious reaping was about to happen in this town, which was pretty much the only reason I’d pulled off the highway. As soon as I had, my heads-up display
had all but blinded me until I’d ordered it to show me the lines in chronological order. Since none of the active lifelines were quite ready to be reaped, I cruised the streets to find the local police hangouts.
Once there, I was looking for that special someone. No... not in a wedding bells and white picket fence manner. Quite the opposite. In the