Her Werewolf Hero
Retrieve the Purgatory Heart…A ‘find and seize’ mission should have been easy for Retriever Bron Everhart. Except the werewolf had no idea the object would be inside a breathing, beautiful woman. Kizzy Lewis needed the heart to live. But others – even more desperate than Bron’s employers – desired the heart at any cost.After just one touch, Bron knew he would do anything to protect Kizzy. The only way to truly save her was to journey into Purgatory itself. And for that, he had to hope he could return before she was lost to him forever.
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âAre you going to kiss me?â Bron asked.
A sweet burn blushed up her cheeks. She leaned closer. âCan I?â
He turned his gaze onto her. His eyes were clear and true blue. Had he loved others who had fallen into wonder over his eyes in the brightness of morning?
âKnowing what you now know about me, do you still want to?â
That he was a werewolf. That heâd kept that a secret because he hadnât thought sheâd need to know. (She could excuse him for that.) That he wanted her heart, literally, in his hand.
Damn her. Kizzy felt powerless as he leaned even closer. Inches away from contact, the heat of their breaths mingled. âYes, I do want to.â
MICHELE HAUF has been writing romance, action-adventure and fantasy stories for more than twenty years. France, musketeers, vampires and faeries usually populate her stories. And if Michele followed the adage âwrite what you know,â all her stories would have snow in them. Fortunately, she steps beyond her comfort zone and writes about countries and creatures she has never seen. Find her on Facebook, Twitter and at www.michelehauf.com.
This one is for Sam and Dean. Because why not dedicate a book to a couple of fictional hunters? Works for me. And their adventures inspired the cheesy hotels in this story. Fight the faeries!
(That has nothing to do with this story, but you all know. Right?)
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âGo right in, Mr. Everhart.â The pretty secretary with bright blue eyes gestured over her shoulder with a pen while typing on the keyboard with her other hand.
Bron nodded his thanks and stepped toward the scanner portal positioned before the Director of Acquisitionsâ door. He paused on its springy metal threshold, felt the prick of its supernatural scanning mechanism throughout his nervous system and knew the data that showed on the directorâs monitor would report he was werewolf, approximately two centuries in age, and did not wear an Acquisitions-issued tracking chip.
He refused to be chipped like a dog. If he ever went missing, then tilt a glass to him at the local pub and warn Beneath he was on his way.
A stream of green light beaming from inside the metal scanner alerted him the scan was complete. Stepping forward activated a sliding steel door, and he entered a dimly lit office. The decor featured dark woods and rusted steel ceiling beams that lent a rustic atmosphere to the room. The director was a vampire, but really? Bron knew they could go out in the sunlight for short periods, and an overcast day generally did not cause them harm.
He wouldnât ask. He never did. He wasnât a curious man. He simply acted. Let the shrapnel fall where it will.
Ethan Pierce had an alarmingly bright smile and a scattering of silver within the short brown hair spiking from his scalp. âEverhart! Just return from Romania?â
Bron took a seat on the ultracomfortable leather chair before the directorâs desk and propped a combat-booted foot across his opposite knee. âTwo days returned and eager to put my hiking boots on again.â
âExcellent. Iâve a new assignment for you.â
The director slid a piece of paper toward Bron. As with most Acquisitionsâ dossiers, it featured a small photograph or drawing of the item that required retrieval, and below that were listed details. This one featured what looked like a woodcut drawing of a human heart with a faintly hand-shaped mark across the muscle.
âThe Purgatory Heart,â Ethan explained. âThe mission is find and seize. Iâve sent the digital file to your phone, which includes a link to a related article found online. Iâm afraid thatâs all the printed research weâve had time to gather, though Archives has provided us further details. Weâve been gauging activity regarding the object for a few days. Thereâs chatter circulating about it, and while we canât pin the origin of that chatter, someone or thing very powerful wants it, judging by the universal vibrations that alerted us to the item.â
Universal vibrations. Early in his career as a Retriever for Acquisitions, Bron had learned everything put out a sort of pulse or tone, whether it was animal, vegetable, mineral or man. And thanks to magic, those vibrations could be read, sometimes even tracked.
âSince we donât have a location or ID on the thing,â Ethan continued, âit seemed right up your alley. You do like a good adventure.â
Always.
Bron had already opened the file on his phone and tapped the link. He scanned over an article detailing a small museum in Prague. It displayed items that had been touched by souls from Purgatory. An open book featured a blackened handprint burned onto the pages. A rusted tin bucket showed a few fingerprints burned into the metal. A tattered hemp skirt again brandished a burnt handprint. Nothing about a heart, though.
