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Multi-published author of paranormal romance, paranormal fantasy, and paranormal romantic suspense.
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While Foster was growing up, it was normal for children of neighboring clans to disappear. He always thought they had moved away or were stuck at home being bored.
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It wasn’t until he was twenty that he understood what was really behind the vanishing of every type of shifter in his world.
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Before he reached thirty, half of his relatives and friends were gone, so it was only natural that he joined the Shifter Alliance and did his part to help all of the clans in Canada. He didn’t care if they were legal ones or rogue groups; every single shifter out there should be able to live in peace without maniacs collecting them like novelty cards. It turned his stomach to think of them treated like pets or worse.
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He wasn’t a hero and warrior like many of the men and women who fought for the Alliance were, but he was exceptional at running fast and hiding better than anyone he knew. If those skills were useful, he’d use them along with his sense of humor and boyish good looks.
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He tried not to dwell on the worse parts he’d heard about or witnessed, or he’d lose all ambition to stay on the road and do the endless hours needed to help balance the scales in favor of any being with more than one form.
Since she was a small child, Ena struggled with controlling her curiosity. She knew there were rules and things one should and shouldn’t do, whether because of propriety or safety, yet she couldn't help following her gut whenever it told her something was going on that she needed to investigate.
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It was that part of her that led her to follow one of her clansmen when he disappeared every few days. She was glad she had, and secretly, she was sure he was too, because then he wasn’t carrying the burden of what he discovered all alone, and she had found a cause worth fighting for.
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Now, weeks later, she was on her own trying to finish what he began because, like all shifters eventually do, he had vanished.
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All she had to do was stay alive, not get abducted, and find the Alliance member who had been sent to bring down a man who thought her kind was a commodity to trade and barter off. When that was accomplished, she just had to prove to the Alliance that they needed her to help other clans in the USA because there wasn’t going to be any going back to hiding with her clan and staying out of sight for the rest of her life. She planned to fix it all so her friends and family could live out in the open and have a real life from now on.
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If life were fair, Webb would have worked in the entertainment industry. He was sure of it. A smile and pleasant words went a long way in bringing someone a moment of peace and joy, and he liked nothing better than just that.
Life wasn’t fair, and at times, for his kind, it wasn’t just either. He was a shifter, as were all of his friends. They weren’t from the same clans, but to him, they were family.
He had watched lives destroyed all around him, and it broke his heart. One form or two, it shouldn’t matter; all could live in the same world and find happiness. At least that’s what he told himself when he wasn’t transporting women who were scared both physically and mentally for the rest of their lives. Or when he wasn’t taking men who had lived their lives with collars around their necks to a new facility to hopefully one day make them whole again.
Life was cruel for his kind, and he had no other choice than to do his part to end that. For months, he’d been working with teams that were slowly shutting down the underground market that spanned worldwide, who traded, sold, and killed all types of shifters.
It wasn’t going to be easy, but he was in it until the end. After that, he hoped to find someone special with whom to spend the rest of his life, making happy memories and having good times.
Rhogue was a half-breed, but she didn’t care. She lived with the people that had raised her since she was a baby. They weren’t her blood, but they were family.
Most others didn’t like the groups she moved around with. They were drifters that did what was necessary to survive. It hadn’t been an easy life, but they all looked out for each other.
Halfway through the winter, the leader of another one of the drifter groups approached the one in charge of her adopted family. The Shifter Alliance was giving them permission to live in homes as long as they helped them keep watch for traffickers after any shifter. At first, she’d been left behind and was told they would find a way to get her there. They didn’t know how the Alliance was going to take to a half-breed human that couldn’t shift. Rhogue understood it was their chance and had been happy to stay back until they came for her.
That had been a few months ago, now and her whole world was different here. In all the good
ways. The woman who ran the factory had been very accepting of her and had even asked her to help out with some young girls she was responsible for. They’d been taken and kept on an island by the traffickers, and until they found the clan they came from, Blaise was in charge. She envied the fierce warrior woman. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to do something about it.
A permanent home, food, and warmth, what more could a girl ever need?
