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Samhain Publishing
August 2014
On Sale: July 22, 2014
Featuring: Hugh Langston; Tess Damon
ISBN: 161922173X
EAN: 9781619221734
Kindle: B00JEY8GE0
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Never take Fate along on a date. The kiss goodnight could be
deadly.

A Veilers Novel, Book 1

Tracking down Veilers—non humans—is only a sideline for Tess
Damon. Vengeance for her fiancé’s murder is her reason for
living. But with two botched jobs on her record, if she
fails to eliminate her next mark, she’s dead.

She’s not afraid to die, but not before she gets even. Too
bad fate has a really bad sense of humor.

Hugh Langston, a wolfen half shifter, lives to keep both
humans and his pack safe. But when rogue humans kidnap his
apprentice, his rescue mission is compromised by a
hot-as-hell, kick-ass woman who makes him think only one
thing: mine.

Tess tries to ignore her feelings, but temptation trips her
up. Especially when Hugh figures out he’s her next target
and forces her into an inconvenient alliance that tests all
the laws against their attraction.

Now, with the line between good and evil getting blurrier by
the minute, it becomes clear Tess’s only hope of living to
see another day—and finding a murderer—lies with the one man
she’s supposed to kill.

Warning: Contains one obscenely hot alpha and the woman who
wants to love him before she kills him. Look out for a blind
date, scorching sex, humor, lies, and untamable attraction.

Excerpt

“Cut the crap, Tess. Why were you following me?”

“How do you know I was following you?” Oops. She meant to
say, “What makes you think I was following you?”

He gave a knowing smile—that looked ridiculously sexy rather
than irritating. “I know you don’t want to insult my
intelligence so let’s just say for argument’s sake, if you
were following me, why would that be?”

At least she’d gotten him to change his tone.

“Truthfully?” She leaned a little closer to him. She
couldn’t help it.

“That would be nice.”

“I’m really not a very nice person,” she announced.

“Neither am I.” He reached out and moved a strand of hair
behind her ear.

Was he trying to confuse her? Because it was working. She’d
nearly fallen into his hand before he pulled it away. He was
indeed a very bad man.

“That’s good. I hate nice guys. So where does that leave
us?”

“I haven’t got all night, Tess.” He lowered his chin,
indicating—she presumed—he was growing tired of their
banter.

She lifted an eyebrow. “No? That’s too bad. I’m a night owl.
I can—”

“Answer my question before I haul you to your car over my
shoulder.” His tone sent a little zing of pleasure right to
the tips of her breasts.

“As if you could—” She was over his shoulder in one second
flat. He moved swiftly, quietly and with superhuman
strength. Uh oh. “Hey, put me down!”

He started down the alley, seemingly unbothered by her
spastic attempts to get him to let her go. “You ready to
walk and talk now?”

“Fine,” she conceded, although the view of his backside was
pretty damn good.

When both feet securely hit the ground, she tugged down her
dress and shifted the V-neck into place. He watched her
squirm to put the rest of the material back where it
belonged and his roving eyes heated her from the inside out.

“I followed you because I wanted to help.”

He started walking. “Do I look like I need help?” A little
gleam—and major interest?—flickered in his sideways glance.

“Well, no. But I’m very capable and I didn’t feel like going
home, so I decided there was no harm in making myself
available to you should you need me.” She took a deep
breath. It was time to put the question out there. “Did you
know Dane is a—”

“Wolfen? Yeah I know.”

“How do you—”

He stopped and turned toward her with confusion and passion
in his deep blue eyes. For several seconds he stared at her,
like he was trying to get inside her head. Guess what she
was thinking. “I’m the leader of the Night Runners,” he
finally said.

She imagined he’d told her something he’d never told another
human being before.

What the hell was she going to do now?