Finding The Texas Wolf
The Shadow Agency is on the case…Investigator – and werewolf – Maggie Kinslow is used to uncovering secrets, but reporter Jake Cassell’s hoping to prove shapeshifters exist. To protect her kind, she must distract him…and keep their attraction from burning out of control!Vampire Carmen Vargas must stop a terrorist group from unleashing a virus. Being undead makes her the perfect undercover operative, but her growing feelings for her handler, Rick Fallin, could endanger millions.
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The Shadow Agency is on the case...
Investigatorâand werewolfâMaggie Kinslow is used to uncovering secrets, but reporter Jake Cassellâs hoping to prove shapeshifters exist. To protect her kind, she must distract him...and keep their attraction from burning out of control!
Vampire Carmen Vargas must stop a terrorist group from unleashing a virus. Being undead makes her the perfect undercover operative, but her growing feelings for her handler, Rick Fallin, could endanger millions.
KAREN WHIDDON started weaving fanciful tales for her younger brothers at the age of eleven. Amid the gorgeous Catskill Mountains, then the majestic Rocky Mountains, she fueled her imagination with the natural beauty surrounding her. Karen now lives in north Texas, writes full-time and volunteers for a boxer dog rescue. She shares her life with her hero of a husband and four to five dogs, depending on if she is fostering. You can email Karen at [email protected]. Fans can also check out her website, www.karenwhiddon.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08209-9
FINDING THE TEXAS WOLF
© 2018 Karen Whiddon
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To all my âfamilyâ not related by blood ties. You know who you are, always offering help or a smile or a shoulder to cry on. Many of you are my friends, but oh so much more than that. I appreciate you, I love you and Iâm grateful youâre in my life.
Contents
The heavy oak door, scarred and weathered, looked like something out of a medieval castle. Above, a simple sign. No words, just a rusted iron bar from which hung two chain links, each half of what had once been whole. There were no lanterns, not even a streetlight to illuminate the shadows. The entrance sat near the end of a dead-end alley, innocuous enough that no soul, human or otherwise, would give it a second glance. Unless, of course, one knew what lay inside.
Maddie Kinslow usually preferred to take her time. Her slow and steady approach, sometimes viewed by others as reticence, enabled her to take full notice of her surroundings. When in her human form, her eyes were her primary tool, and when she shape-shifted into her wolf form, her nose took precedence over her other senses.
Tonight, with the moon a perfect sliver in the cloudless sky, she walked a little faster than normal, intent on reaching the dead-end alley that led to Broken Chains, the Galveston bar where only others of similar ilk were welcome. She, along with two of her best friends, had recently formed The Shadow Agency, a private investigative firm catering exclusively to Shape-shifters, Vampires and Merfolk. Theyâd recently successfully closed their first case and sheâd gotten a lead that someone might be in the bar tonight who wanted to set up a meeting about becoming their second client.
