The first 3 books in the Series. Book 4 is now Live!! Book 5 is almost here!
Even vampires have monsters among them. Kaitlyn Strong hunts the shadows and brings them to justice. Along side the devastatingly handsome Deacon Caine and her Savannah Cat familiar, Fangs, she keeps us safe.
“Hello Chew Toy” said a shadow as it separated itself from the darkness surrounding a nearby tree. Moving into the open, Gino Abandonado grinned at me viciously. “No big bad protector around to save you now.” He chuckled.
I snorted in response. “I see you managed to grow your leg back.” I said with derision. “You should probably use it to run away while you have a chance. If it had been me you fought when we last met, I’d have just dusted your ass.”
Gino sneered his disdain as his stake and dagger slid out of his jacket sleeves. “You will not find me as easy to handle as my minions back at the plane. I don’t see your kitty cat protector either. I do hope he’s alright.
I shrugged indifferently and sniffed. “He’s fine. He did get a little banged up helping me dust your sire, but it wasn’t really a big deal.” I lied.
Gino’s mouth dropped open in shock at my words before his eyes narrowed in hate. “You lie, you baseborn harlot!” He growled out.
“Oh really?” I said with a raised eyebrow. “Seen dear old dad since you hit town? If you had, I don’t imagine you’d be out here all alone.” Continuing to stare at him quizzically, I asked. “Why are you out here Gino? Lose something? Or should I say, someone?”
Gino snarled his hate as his weapons came to the ready. “That is none of your concern. Time to die Chew Toy.”
I grinned as my eyes turned crimson
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I grew up on a cattle ranch in DeBeque, Colorado. I call myself a red neck nerd. When I wasn’t out hunting or doing chores, I was hanging out with my buddies playing Dungeons and Dragons. I’ve written stories for pleasure since I was in high school. Now that I am fifty years old, I’m going to see if anyone else like my stories.