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Kelvin # 5
Kelvin # 5
Kelvin # 5
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Kelvin # 5

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Book Five: Paranormal Gay Romance / Two Alphas / Fated Mates / Brothers Security Team / High angst / Surprise Reveal / High Steam / Lots of Tentacles/ Mpreg.

Fated mates find themselves drawn into a web of lies and deceit. Can they find the answers and protect those closest to them when danger lurks in the most unlikely of places?

Seeking answers to his sister’s disappearance two years before, FBI Special Agent Magnus Fallows will use all of the resources at his disposal. That includes Thalassa Security. Getting off on the wrong foot with the Thalassa family, Magnus struggles to figure out if there is anything the elusive Kelvin Thalassa is keeping from him.

For Kelvin Thalassa being in the field isn’t his area of expertise, yet he’ll do anything to find the answers and protect his growing family. Trust is becoming difficult, so Kelvin goes to a man who has had no issue pushing for answers─Agent Fallows. The last thing he expects is to find out that Magnus is his fated mate.

The search for Big Foot leads right back to an old nemesis: Andromeda. The battle is on to stop the heinous acts that have been happening right under the noses of the shifter council.

Kelvin #5 is a paranormal gay romance with a protective leopard who will stop at nothing to uncover the truth and a Kraken who learns strength comes in many forms. This is the fifth and final book in the Tangled Tentacles Series. HEA is guaranteed, and the Epilogue will hint at what is to come in the future for these two authors.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJayne Paton
Release dateNov 28, 2022
ISBN9781005538163
Kelvin # 5
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JP Sayle

Let me introduce myself, I’m JP or Jayne. I’m a lady of a certain age (cough, cough over 50 but I embrace my inner child often). I’m an identical twin and I was born in the Isle of Man; this makes me Manx (not British or English). I’ve lived in several places over the years but I returned to the island 1998. I love the sea and now it’s only a stone’s throw from my home.I quit my nursing career recently to follow my dream to write full time. I published my first book in 2018 and since then I’ve managed to publish further twenty-plus books. I gave myself a 12 book challenge for 2020, and I’ve written 14 so far!!My island is steeped in folklore and I have used some of this in my writing, particularly the Manx Cat Guardian Series, it’s paranormal with a twist. But I’m an eclectic girl and I’ve spread my wings a little. The tropes vary from Daddy Kink, BDSM, age gap, Billionaire romance, Smalltown friendships, friends to lovers, out for you, sweet romance, they all have a little angst (or a lot). I tend to write in series (shakes head). The list is below!Manx Cat GuardiansThe AppThe Flamingo BarBillionaire PlaygroundLa Trattoria Di AmoreDark River Stone CollectiveThe PlayroomPotter Creek(The app and flamingo bar are connected, as in the boys get a book in the app and their conclusion in the flamingo bar series)Writing has unleashed a beast in my mind and now I can’t switch it off. So with that, I now have to try and keep my unruly boys in check while they vie for my attention, and currently, it’s who shouts the loudest. But, I’m okay with that now that I have the time to let the words flow!

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    Kelvin # 5 - JP Sayle

    Magnus

    Special Agent Magnus Fallows, more commonly known as Magnus, ghost chaser, or FBI guy depending on the person speaking, slammed the door of his office shut, twirled, and leaned his back on it, fists clenched, jaw locked tight. Closing his eyes, his head banged against the solid wooden door, not that he felt any pain. He’d learned to shut that annoying emotion down two years before.

    It’s not your case anymore….

    It’s been solved…

    Leave it, Fallows, it’s not your concern.

    For fuck’s sake, Fallows, like I’d let someone like you near traumatized witnesses.

    Don’t you understand man? The kidnapping franchise rings are being dismantled as we speak – victims are being found and sent home – you have a dozen other cases…

    A dozen other cases, my ass, Magnus muttered as he opened his eyes and pushed himself off the door. Stomping around to the working side of his desk, he plonked himself in his chair and flicked his computer mouse to wake his screen. Typing in his password, he clicked the file marked Current sneering as it opened.

    Oh, yes, what have we got. Suspected sighting of Bigfoot in a mountain range I can’t even pronounce… A swamp monster terrorizing alligator… a couple claiming they’ve been probed by aliens during a consensual abduction… shit, all I’m missing is the Roswell file. Magnus clicked the file shut and opened his private email.

    There was nothing from Thalassa, the mysterious research geek from the paranormal security firm Magnus lucked into contacting. He remembered having so much hope that day. He’d finally been given a chance to talk to a single victim of the sex slave ring that was capturing people right off the streets to meet specific physical descriptions. Magnus hadn’t cared about the sicko’s who were ordering these people as if off a takeout menu. They were getting caught, and yes, victims were being saved. But Magnus was sure the ring was connected to something higher up – something so much more than could be seen on the surface. The money involved was huge, and that had to be financing something bigger.

    No one had believed him except the mysterious guy at the other end of the email – Kelvin Thalassa. Magnus had met two of the brothers – Alexi and Victor Thalassa. He hadn’t been impressed. He didn’t have a clue what species they were, and it was no longer considered PC to ask, but they walked around like they owned the freaking earth, and it was only through sheer luck and a mating bond between one of the brothers and a vampire, that Magnus had been given a chance to speak to the victim, Azim, at all.

    And I almost fucked that up from the very first question. Magnus was the first to admit he was a proud man, but he admitted his rare mistakes when he made them. Even thinking about that day, the first question he asked was a clear case of victim shaming. It hadn’t been intentional and Azim’s actions, slamming Magnus against a wall and damn near choking him were understandable. Not to mention impressive for the tiny vampire to do because Magnus was no slouch in the strength department. Being impressed didn’t lessen the humiliation, however.

    I didn’t know. Magnus twisted back and forth in his chair, his head back, as he stared at the ceiling. I didn’t know the victims were targeted, ordered by physical traits – black hair, blond hair, chubby, slender, boobs, dick – fuck, did you want fries with that?

    Unfortunately, knowing that now didn’t make Elsa’s disappearance any easier to handle. Sitting upright in his chair, Magnus glanced at the tiny picture stuck on the side of his pen holder. He and his sister looked so much alike – dark curly hair, dark eyes with that unusual pale green hue of his animal side, tall but with a swimmer’s build.

    Elsa had been swimming the day she’d been taken. Magnus had been on a job in another town. He’d come back exhausted, crawled into the apartment they shared, and immediately knew something was wrong. Calls to her cell phone went unanswered, and none of her friends had heard from her in more than a week. The only lead he had was one of her friends saying they’d planned to meet up after Elsa had gone swimming, but Elsa had never arrived.

    Pounding the streets, Magnus eventually found Elsa’s bag and cell phone – being kept by a drunk rough sleeper. All that person could say was that they’d found it in the trash by the local swimming pool. He mentioned a pretty lady, a white van with masked men, and a cloth being put over the pretty lady’s head, making her flop. Then he insisted on a hundred dollars before he’d give the bag and cell phone back to Magnus.

    After that, the case went cold. No body, no leads, and so far, no word of who might’ve taken her. Her scents from her bedding and her clothes left hanging in the closet eventually dissipated. Magnus had sealed her bag and a couple of pieces of her dirty washing into an airtight bag, hoping that one day his sister’s scent would be useful, but as time went on…

    Fuck, why hasn’t Thalassa contacted me? Magnus checked his emails again, but there was nothing new. He checked his cell phone – sometimes the annoying accountant sent him text messages and occasionally called. I don’t need him to do that today. No, Magnus had to stay focused, and the fact the Thalassa accountant’s voice had him springing wood was going to remain a state fucking secret.

    Hey, ghost chaser. Eric Scanlon, one of Magnus’s co-workers rapped on the door, opened it, and stuck his head around it, before Magnus had a chance to respond. The Supervisor wants to see you. I think you’re going Bigfoot hunting. What a hoot. Don’t forget to take a six pack and you can have a beer with him.

    Scanlon wasn’t only a co-worker, he was a giant pain in Magnus’s ass, and not in that fun way. Presenting as an overgrown jock who’d mentally never progressed beyond those years in college when he would’ve been a captain of something. Every shirt he wore was a size too small. His aviator sunglasses never left his face in public, inside or out. His only voice volume was loud, and he made sure everyone around him could share his jokes – which were never funny. Like now.

    Sighing, Magnus put his computer back to sleep, grabbed a piece of paper out from his top drawer, and got out of his seat. A summons from his supervisor was never to be ignored but he was prepared this time. Were you feeling jealous, Scanlon? he asked slipping past the man who took up most of the doorway. I can put in a good word for you with the boss if you’re feeling left out. I’ve got plenty of other things I can be doing.

    Nah, man, this case is made for you. Scanlon wacked Magnus across the shoulders – another one of those passive bully moves. Fortunately, Magnus was used to it and didn’t even flinch. Face it, even if you find the big furry nutter, he’s not likely to care if you’re an epic fail at interview skills. He’ll be just glad of the beer.

    Okay, that did make Magnus flinch, but he refused to let it show, the same as he didn’t even acknowledge the laughter following Scanlon’s words from the others in the outer office, which followed him through the huge room and down the short hallway to the reception desk outside of the supervisor’s sanctuary. Rendall, the fae manning the desk buzzed him in straight away, and squaring his shoulders, Magnus ran the fingers of his free hand through his hair and entered on command.

    Special Agent Fallows. Supervisor Amy Days pursed her lips at him as he stood at parade rest in front of her desk. Only a fool would sit down uninvited. Magnus knew she’d never liked him – he was too abrupt and not prone to ass-kissing – but she couldn’t fire him thanks to his exceptionally high solve rate. That didn’t mean she made life any easier for him.

    I have had three complaints about you from senior staff in the past week, interfering and sticking your nose into cases that do not concern you. Ms. Days glared over her paperwork. I realize you believe you are the only person capable of solving cases in this office, but everyone else who works here has had the same training you have and are just as competent.

    They don’t have my case solve rate. Keeping his face expression free, Magnus focused his gaze on the diploma Ms. Days had on the wall behind her desk. His supervisor wasn’t looking for a response.

    It has been suggested, and I agree, that you could do with some time out of the office. Ms. Days shuffled her papers around. Ah, yes. I assume you have already read the case notes on the complaint about a possible Bigfoot in the Arkansas area?

    Shifting his weight from one foot to the next and then back again, Magnus said, "There’s no such thing as a Bigfoot ma’am. Despite copious hunts for a creature meeting that designation, in every case in the past fifty years, the sightings have been proven to be a hoax.

    But in response to your question, yes, I have read the case file. There is no evidence of any damage listed in the notes, no one has been hurt by said sightings, and even if the creature did exist which is highly unlikely, said creature has not committed any crimes that the FBI might be concerned with. My respectful suggestion is that the case be handed over to the CIA. Ma’am.

    Special Agent Fallows! Clearly not amused, her icy contempt had morphed into sharp anger. "May I remind you we serve the people of this great nation. We protect people - paranormal and human alike. We stay ahead of the threats to our people by staying prepared, which means seeking out all possible threats, no matter what form they take. What if this Bigfoot sighting is a front for a terrorist organization? A new group of paranormal beings we’ve never come across before?"

    It wasn’t. Magnus had been sent to find Bigfoot before. It was a standard FBI punishment for anyone who didn’t follow the rules, or who became too persistent in digging up things the organization would rather move on from.

    With all due respect, ma’am, you know, and I know the Bigfoot complaint was lodged by a group of people who likely haven’t seen anyone outside of a family member in the last five decades. It is highly possible they are pickled in moonshine and are simply looking for someone else to inflict their delusions on. That person will not be me.

    That person will be you, Special Agent. Those people are taxpayers and have a right to see their agencies at work. They laid a complaint with the FBI, and an FBI Special Agent will attend and handle the case in a thorough, respectful, and efficient manner. Do I make myself clear?

    I apologize that I will not be able to serve the people of Arkansas in this matter, at this time. Pulling his hands around to his front, Magnus smoothed the piece of paper in his hands and then laid it on her desk. Unfortunately, as you can see, I will be on paid leave for the next month – extenuating family circumstances, which of course, under FBI policies means I can and will leave immediately.

    Magnus noticed her glancing at the signature. Yes, he had gone over her head and for good reason. However, as you said, the people of Arkansas deserve to have competent and efficient agents who will take their Bigfoot complaints seriously. I noticed Special Agent Scanlon hanging around the office just before. He hasn’t been on a field trip for a while. I’ll let him and his partner know to come to your office, shall I? After all, the people of Arkansas are taxpayers.

    Ms. Day’s eyes narrowed to the point of slits, reminding Magnus of a weasel. I’m sure you think you’re being clever, Special Agent Fallows, but I’d suggest you take your leave and spend that time considering how much of a future you might have in this department. Unless you learn to shape up, chasing mythical beings in remote areas will be the least of your problems.

    So, you don’t want me to call Special Agent Scanlon and his partner in for the Bigfoot case? Magnus kept his eyes wide and his expression neutral.

    I think that case can wait until you come back, don’t you? Ms. Days put the file in the top drawer of her desk. Dismissed.

    I’ve got a month’s grace, Magnus thought as he turned sharply and marched out of his supervisor’s office. As he passed Rendall’s desk, the young-looking fae held out a sheaf of papers including airline tickets and a company credit card. For the Arkansas job? Rendall shoved the papers forward again when Magnus didn’t take them.

    Oh, there’s been a change of plans. I’m on paid leave as from now. Magnus smiled as he kept walking back into the huge agents’ space, and then raised his voice as he called over his shoulder to the bewildered receptionist. Turns out our Supervisor believes Scanlon and Riggs will be perfect for the Arkansas job, instead of me. They seem to know where the best beers are. I’m sure that’ll be very exciting for them.

    Ignoring Scanlon’s roar of rage, and the pounding of feet as the big jock and his partner went running up to the supervisors’ office, Magnus slipped into his office. It only took five minutes for him to clean out everything he needed from the sparse room and pack his laptop. He could continue what he was doing at home.

    Carrying just two bags, Magnus peered into the huge main room before slipping out, locking his office door, and hurrying to a side exit. While listening to Scanlon moan and complain about a case he wasn’t even assigned to would be hugely entertaining, Magnus had better things to do.

    I wonder if that Thalassa accountant has any fresh leads for me yet.

    Chapter Two

    Kelvin

    Kelvin couldn’t help but think about how quiet the building seemed without Todd, his mates, and the girls, as he wandered down the hallway to his office.

    Alexi appeared out of the conference room, as usual carrying a baby in his arms. Marin if Kelvin wasn’t mistaken. The boy was really starting to take after Alexi. Kelvin, where’s Todd? I’ve tried twice to reach out to him and he’s blocking me.

    And you’re surprised by that? You made your feelings clear, and Todd made his clearer. Get your head out of your a-s-s and see sense. Markov is mated to Cassius. He’s been through so much. He saved Markov. Kelvin jabbed at his office door, his mind full of what he’d seen on the hard drive only hours ago, He saved Markov from the clutches of a damn madman. One who killed our parents. Doesn’t that count for something?

    The argument had been raging for days. Alexi was hard-headed and so stubborn, at times like this Kelvin wanted to boot his damn ass.

    Alexi’s cheeks became a deep crimson as he answered through their link. Cassius denied his mate for years. He put Azim at risk.

    For a fucking good reason. This is getting old. You and Victor are causing a rift in this family. Cassius had his son taken, was blackmailed into hoping to keep him alive, then told he was dead. It’s in the file. The dude on the boat has clearly documented, the precise fucker, what they did with Riley. Yet, he’s survived and had been cared for. Someone out there used Cassius. How the fuck would you feel if that happened to Marin?

    It couldn’t. I’d never let anyone take my child.

    Ooh, your arrogance. You work, you have to leave your babies. Danik was kidnapped. How easy was that? You have a short memory, brother. Markov has saved your ass more than once, and Victor’s. Get over yourselves before you two find yourselves isolated from the rest of us! On that, Kelvin spun on his heel, the nagging decision about whether he should go and see Special Agent Fallows in person made for him.

    It wasn’t often he needed space from his family, but right now he’d had it up to the back teeth with Alexi and Victor. He also wanted to take some of his own frustration at how Fallows seemed to think Kelvin was his personal researcher, out on the man himself. Kelvin also needed the FBI lab and staff to work on the envelope and paper that had arrived the day before from Markov. Kelvin didn’t have access to the specialists the FBI had, or he did, but they’d only ask too many questions, ones he wasn’t prepared to answer. Fallows owed him and it was now time to collect.

    In his apartment he packed a bag, one that would last him a week if needed. He dithered over bringing the bag Markov had brought from Andromeda’s ship as he packed his laptop. Going with his gut, he packed everything he had. For all of Fallows’ faults, the guy had a lot of cunning and understanding of those he hunted.

    Whatever animal he was, Kelvin would bet his ass that he’d be the same in his animal form. The man was damn tenacious besides being rude and demanding.

    Packed, he headed out the door and down the stairs, going out of the building via the back exit to ensure he didn’t meet anyone. The sun was dipping low in the sky as he got in his truck and settled in for the duration after his sat nav advised it would take him ten hours to get to his destination.

    Before starting the engine, he placed a call to Fallows knowing the man would answer regardless of what he was doing. The man, like him rarely appeared to sleep.

    What do you have for me? was the curt response.

    Used to it, didn’t mean Kelvin liked it. Good evening, Magnus. He used his first name knowing it pissed off the other man. They’d had a conversation early on when Kelvin had started working with him and Kelvin had asked what his name was. He’d got very uptight about it.

    "Fallows or FBI guy, which you seem to love, but not fucking

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