Oct 22, 2012
Author: Christine Rains
Abby White was seven years old when she killed the monster under her bed. Now she slays creatures spawned by the fertile imaginations of children, and the number of these nightmares are on the rise. Neither she nor her guide - a stuffed hippo named Tawa - know why.
When she rescues Demetrius from an iron prison, he pledges his life to protect hers until he can return the favor. She doesn't want the help. And how can she concentrate on her job when the gorgeous wild fae throws himself in front of her during every fight? No matter how tempting, she can't take the time to lose herself to him.
To save the children and all she loves, Abby must be truly Fearless.
“You scared that girl more than the monster.” Abby wiped her face with an old towel from her car’s trunk. When he held out his hand for one, she ignored the blood splattered fae.
“I did not. She saw how handsome and heroic I am and swooned.” When she was done, Demetrius snatched the towel from her. The black blood was like jelly, but the stench didn’t whet the appetite in the least.
“You barreled in through her window and growled like an animal just as I had the monster. The girl screamed and fainted.” Abby opened the driver’s side door and unhooked Tawa from her belt. She tossed the hippo into the backseat. “I told you to stay outside and watch.”
Hey! I don’t care if you’re mad at that brute, but be a little gentler with me. Tawa complained.
“The beast was going to suck you dry. If I hadn’t helped—” Demetrius threw the towel back into the trunk and slammed it shut.
“It was not! I could’ve tied its proboscis in knots, but I was going for the quick, clean kill. You’re the one that made it messy.” Abby sat in the driver’s seat and jammed the keys into the ignition. This night had gone to hell. First a pack of monsters in the attic. She’d never seen so many together. They were usually solitary creatures. Then this damn annoying fae had attached himself to her and gotten in the way of what would have been an easy kill. The mess from the fight was extensive, but all evidence of the monster in the closet would be gone as soon as the sun rose. The little girl would remember, but her memory would fade with time. Unfortunately Abby’s would not.
Demetrius stood beside the car with his arms folded. The moonlight highlighted and complimented his profile. Even covered in filth, he still managed to look hot. Abby yanked her door closed and cursed herself for noticing.
“Well?” Abby glared at him.
“Well what?” He snipped back.
“I’m going home now.” She couldn’t believe she was waiting for him.
Neither can I. Tawa huffed.
“Where do you live? I’ll meet you there.” Demetrius said with a nonchalance that made Abby frown all the more.
“It’s a bit of a drive. Just get in.” Abby sighed.
“I’m not getting into an iron box for the second time tonight.” He stood his ground.
Ha! That’s right. The fae hate cars. Tawa laughed. Drive off and leave him in the dust.
“All right then. Can’t say it was nice meeting you. Bye.” Abby shifted the car into drive and pulled away from the curb. He cursed and snarled in her rearview mirror and then ran to grab the passenger side door.
“I’m coming with you.” Demetrius sat down and shut the door. His hand gripped the handle and his face paled.
“Don’t worry.” Abby smirked as she drove down the street and headed for the highway. “I won’t take advantage of you in your weakened state.”
“You can give it a try, if you’d like, babe.” His sly smile made hers evaporate.
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About the Author
Christine Rains is a writer, blogger, and geek mom. When she's not writing or reading, she's going on adventures with her son or watching cheesy movies on the SyFy channel. She has four degrees which help nothing with motherhood but make her a great Jeopardy player. Christine has one novella and sixteen short stories published with three forthcoming. She's a member of RWA and S.C.I.F.I.
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