Dog With A Bone
Black Dog # 1
By Hailey Edwards
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Half-bloods with Thierry’s skill set are given two options. They can join the conclave’s marshal program, or they can pack their bags. Turn down the job offer, and you’ve just shredded your residency pass for the mortal realm and booked yourself a one-way ticket to Faerie.
Texas is the only home Thierry has ever known, and she’s not going anywhere. Even if it means following in her notorious father’s footsteps as a peacekeeper. But pinning on the badge opens her eyes to the fact sometimes fae need protection too, and that sometimes humans are the real monsters.
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Heat Level (sweet to erotic): Sweet
Pages or Word Count: 35K words
Publish Date: 31 October, 2014
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Normally, I’m the opposite of a morning person. In fact, I have been known to growl at them on principle. Waking up to find Shaw standing half naked in the doorway to our bathroom with only his towel wrapped around his hips perked me up faster than an injection of double espresso to the heart.
I peeked at him from under my lashes, watching as he paced while brushing his teeth. His phone occupied his other hand. Furrows in his brow deepened the faster his thumb stroked the screen.
Shaw stopped with his back to me, giving me time to admire all the hard muscle packed onto his tall frame. Water pooled in my mouth. I wiped the back of my hand over my lips and faked a yawn.
He glanced over his shoulder. “Morning, sleepyhead.”
I checked the alarm clock and groaned. “It’s six o’clock.”
He crossed to the bathroom, spat and rinsed while I was trying to convince my bladder we could roll over and go back to sleep without me having to climb out of a comfy bed to make a pit stop first.
“The magistrates’ office emailed.” He raised his voice over the running faucet while he prepped to shave, which made my bladder situation worse. “The Richardsons have given their statements and been cleared to leave Odessa, provided they agree to make themselves available for future inquiries.”
I pushed upright and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. “What does that mean for us?”
His gaze traveled from my sparkly coral toenails up my calves to my knees. “What?”
Flipping the sheet over my lap, I tried again. “What does that mean for us?”
He killed the faucet. “I couldn’t hear over the water.” After giving that lie a moment to stink up the room, he pulled the door almost closed. “They can drive the twenty minutes to Midland, catch a ten o’clock flight and touch down at the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport at a quarter after eleven.”
“Can we get a confirmation from the marshals in Odessa?” I wondered.
“Already made the call,” he yelled. “They’ll ring us if/when the Richardsons hop a plane.”
I nibbled my bottom lip. The ranch was swarming with marshals. I couldn’t think of one good reason for them to go back there. Escape to Mrs. Richardson’s second home was their best bet. Or at least hers.
Now that they had been cut loose in Odessa, the marshals could watch them and let us know which way they ran.
“We’ve got five hours.” I tossed the cover aside and shoved into the bathroom with him. “Sorry, but you’re the one who wanted to share.” Pushing him over the threshold, I slammed the door closed on his heels. Pounding on the door caught me with my sleep shirt halfway over my head. “What was that?” I cranked up the hot water until the shower became a dull roar and grinned evilly. “I can’t hear over the water.”
My pulse sprinted as I ducked under the steam. Not even a sneak peek of Shaw’s abs had given me this sort of rush. A shiver wracked me. I was in serious danger of falling in love with my job.
DOG WITH A BONE: Copyright © 2014 by Hailey Edwards used with permission of author.
Born in the Deep South, Hailey is a lifelong resident of Alabama. Her husband works for the local sheriff’s department and her daughter is counting down the days until she’s old enough to audition for American Idol. Her doxie, Black Ilex, helps Hailey write by snoozing in his recliner in her office.
Her desire to explore without leaving the comforts of home fueled her love of reading and writing. Whenever the itch for adventure strikes, Hailey can be found with her nose glued to her Kindle’s screen or squinting at her monitor as she writes her next happily-ever-after.
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