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~ Cole McRae took in a deep breath. The sweet scent of magic filled his lungs. The entire town reeked of mystical energy. This was the perfect hunting ground for Silver and every witch in residence was potential prey.
Cole silently crossed the covered parking lot to the bar entrance.
It wasn’t his kind of hang out, but it would do while he waited for his mark. He preferred his bars to be loud, boisterous and crowded with dark corners where he could entertain a woman or two.
He paused in the entryway, wiping off his boots as he casually scanned the bar, noting all the exits and patrons. A vacant stage stood above an empty dance floor in the left corner, high round tables lined the sidewalls, with the bar located directly across from the entrance. A few bar stools were occupied by men who appeared to be regulars. For such a small, out of the way town, no one seemed interested in him, a stranger. The men at the bar continued to blankly stare at the flat screen TVs that played a never ending loop of Sports Center. A group of young women were gathered in a corner, giggling and laughing. A few of the girls glanced his way and remarked on his “dangerous vibe” and “great ass”.
Cole claimed a bar stool and waved to the bartender.
The burly, red bearded human came over, “What’ll you have?”
“Glenfiddich. Straight.”
The man quickly poured the Scotch and Cole asked him to leave the bottle.
Yeah, it was one of those nights.
He’d been tracking his target, Silver, for six months. The werewolf was sly, but the he wouldn’t escape him this time. That is, if the bastard had come to town. This quiet, annoyingly cheery town was overrun by witches and the werewolf had yet to make an appearance. Common sense told him his informant had led him astray, but his assassin instincts insisted Silver would show. His mark, a magic thief and murderer, wouldn’t be able to resist a tint town like this. Cole just needed to wait and he hated waiting.
Cole was an assassin. He thrived on the hunt and the satisfaction of the kill. Sitting on his ass and playing the waiting game was not his thing, but he had no choice. His options were to hang out in a town that was decorated to the nines for Christmas with happy, smiling, contended humans and witches until Silver showed or head back to New York and wait for another tip. Both involved waiting.
Tension spread throughout his body, tightening his shoulders and his grip on his glass. He tossed back the Scotch and poured himself another two fingers.
Cole had already endured three days in this town. Everywhere he looked people rushed about, buying gifts and setting up their lawn ornaments. His favorite was the nauseating couples that windowed shopped, holding hands and sipping peppermint-flavored lattes.
He hadn’t been a fan of Christmas when he was human and nothing had changed when he became a vampire. He had been orphaned at eight years old, left to grow up on the streets of Boston, fighting not to die of starvation or exposure year in and year out. There never was anything to celebrate when he was a child. When he came of age, he joined the rebel army and died in battle in 1778 at the ripe age of twenty-two.
Cole took a sip of the liquor and savored the burn as it slipped down his throat.
He refused to think of the past. Those memories he had stuffed in a pine box and buried six feet under over 200 years ago, never to rise again.
Cole was about to take another long drink, when the door swung open. A strong, cold wind blustered in along with the unmistakable scent of female and…werewolf? No, the wet dog stench wasn’t strong enough for the woman to be an actual werewolf, but she had been in contact with one. He could talk to her and see if they knew the same wolf, Trent Millsap, a.k.a. Silver.
He glanced over his shoulder and found a tall blonde with all the right curves. Her green eyes were electrifying and her rose pink lips begged to be kissed. Even if they didn’t have a werewolf in common, he was going to get to know the woman, very well.
He watched her carefully remove her winter layers, his lust rising. This trip may have been nothing but a waste of his extremely valuable time, but he suspected one night with the tempting blonde witch would make up for his troubles.~
About the author: Amanda J. Greene is an erotic paranormal romance author. When she is not writing, she can be found playing the role of a full time university student, who works part time.She lives in Southern California with her very supportive, military husband and their two dogs, a sweet cocker spaniel and a rambunctious German Shepard-Lab ix.
Doing all the above and being a military wife is not easy, but rewarding! Of course, she accomplishes everything with a strong cup of coffee in her hand.
Doing all the above and being a military wife is not easy, but rewarding! Of course, she accomplishes everything with a strong cup of coffee in her hand.
Also check out her other series Rulers of Darkness HERE
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