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Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica
Description: Dylan Hawke enjoys his quiet life as a musician in a hot local band, though a friend of his has other plans for Dylan's future. When he meets his friend's daughter, Julia, sparks fly but not in a good way initially. Despite this, they learn they are destined mates when new emotions grow. But, one man wants everything they have and will go to any length to get what he desires. Will their deadly encounters rule their world? Or will they bask in what is truly destined to be theirs?
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [362 KB]
Words: 79373
Reading time: 226-317 min.

It is said that the fiery personality of a Latin couple found its way to a small yet vital pack of wolves living between Mexico and Texas. The reds moved on with those of their species while the grays fought to remain in their homeland. In doing so, they became very unique to the point where their species all but disappeared. To the few that remained, they took it as their destiny to protect those left as well as trying to find a way to bring new life into their breed.

During a red or fire moon and the eclipse that occurs with it, it is said both a prince and his queen will be born even though life as it is known stops for the duration of the lunar event. Growing up, they must not be aware of their destiny or it could destroy them though the time will come when their relationship will be revealed for many reasons--one being the safety and survival of the pack. They will embrace their heritage and make sure the Latin bloodlines continue to flow within their part of the lupine world but their tempers may get the better of them as with any intense persona.

Once they find each other, the bonds of the destined mate will overtake them and they must succumb to the future predicted for them or one--if not both--could die from any kind of rejection on either one's part.

Their mating will join the bloodlines of the rare red and gray wolves in order to continue each line as a stronger entity in its own right as well as collectively. Together, they will work for the greater good and while being a huge part of a private pack of wolves that attempt not to deal with the outside world, they will find the need to call on those in other packs that will be able to help them in their time of need. Like civilizations before them, they will fight for their way of life for without them, the strength of all packs worldwide will falter.

The Legend of the Hellhound Guards

It is said that hellhounds have been used by our kind as guards or enforcers in extreme situations. They are shifters from a lower class of human life who take on the job to support their own nefarious schemes. While not a chosen path to follow, it is an option for our kind to use in dire times.

A hellhound is of its own world and usually hates taking orders from our kind unless the benefits seem worth it on a personal level. They shift from some of the oldest canine hunting breeds, their history apparent in their own lore.

In order to use one of these fearsome creatures, the alpha lupine must assert his undeniable authority over the hound. Once that stage is set, there should be minimal problems yet they need to be guarded in case the hound goes out of control.

It would be wise to remember that extreme caution must be taken when using the hounds as they can and will turn against their masters or handlers at any given time and without apparent reason.

Prologue

"What's the latest?" Enrique Millisonta demanded.

"So far, nothing," Rico Calderone answered. "According to our sources in the police department, there have been no new leads in any of the cases."

"And there have been no additional disappearances?"

"Not on the American side though we understand there are several unsolveds in the rural areas along the border."

"Have they connected the cases?"

"They have not but in doing some cross-checking, your analyst has found several connections."

"Which are?"

"In human form, they are males who are loners and seem to have no obvious relationships with others--no girlfriends, co-workers or friends they hang out with, the like. As lupine, they are beta males and perfect for whatever they are being used for."

"I see," Millisonta said. "Any from my region?"

"Unfortunately that's another similarity--they all are."

"Damn it!" Millisonta cursed. "I don't like the implications."

"Your wishes, sir?"

"Keep on it. If what I believe is happening is indeed coming to pass then we've got a hell of a lot of work to do plus damage control."

"How can I help?"

"Dylan Hawke--I need to see him immediately."

"Hawke? Why him?"

"All in due time, Rico," Millisonta said. "Right now, it's better that you don't know."

"But what should I tell him?"

"My wanting to see him will be enough."

"Yes, sir."

Calderone left, leaving Enrique Millisonta alone and angry.

Having watched the ongoing strife between the Mexican red wolf packs and the gray wolves, he realized what had to be done. Whoever had been causing the numerous disappearances north and south of the border between the United States and Mexico had been doing it for--to say the least--a nefarious reason like mounting an army. The personality profiles he'd read backed this up which meant one thing.

"We are at war!"

Dylan Hawke and the members of his band Top Gear finished their last set for the evening. The club they played at had always proved to be one of their best venues. The crowds big and very approving of their music, it'd become one of the things making their careers in the music business worth it.

Placing his guitar on its stand, he stood with the others taking bows before they headed backstage to their dressing room.

A young woman ran up to them begging for their autographs. Followed by her girlfriends, she patiently waited while they signed the promo picture then, after thanking them, the girls left. Another night on the circuit...

Pulling back his long hair, Dylan sat down on the couch in the dressing room then put his feet up on the coffee table. Jeremy Bolt, their bassist, handed him a glass of orange juice before sitting down across from Dylan.

"How did we do tonight?" Dylan asked.

"Had to be one of our better ones--the place seemed packed to capacity," Jake Freeman said.

"Good," Jeremy said.

"What?" Dylan asked.

"I thought I imagined wall-to-wall people."

"It seems we're becoming popular."

They heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," Jeremy called, expecting their visitor to be either the club's owner or their manager. Instead, a stranger entered the room.

"Yes, sir?"

"Mi nombre es Javier..."

"I'm sorry but my Spanish is limited," Jeremy said.

"Lo siento," the man said. "I'm sorry. I said my name is Javier."

"What can we do for you?"

"I'd like to hire your band for a party I'm hosting," he said, getting straight to the point of his visit.

"Where?" Dylan asked.

"At my home across the border."

"No can do," Dylan stated, the others nodding in agreement. "We don't have work permits in Mexico."

"I can get around that," the well-dressed man said.

"There are reasons why we don't have them," Dylan said. "Lo siento, senor."

"And if I can help you with these reasons?"

"You can't, I'm afraid."

"I'm sorry," the man said. "It's my loss."

The man turned and left, the members of the band looking at each other while Dylan sat deep in thought. What does this man want?

Juliet Mills had endured a long day at the office. As a consultant for a real estate developer, she spent most of her time on her cell phone setting up appointments and locating properties of interest as her boss called them. At the end of the day, all the hard work she'd put in proved worth it as she had been able to gather much-needed information for her father.

In his special position, he needed to know if any developable properties touched the area under his control--especially if any outside entities encroached upon it. When she looked at a map of the area surrounding Carlsbad, she sighed. Between Fort Bliss and the Lincoln National Forest, the US Government owned two-thirds of the available acreage while her father owned a sizeable portion of what remained.

Since she'd started at the firm, she'd successfully steered deals away from that area keeping peace between everyone involved. In most cases, it had been easy but every once in a while, she ran into a stubborn developer like the one she'd be dealing with in the coming weeks.

A man who went by Javier--no last name--desperately wanted to stake his claim in the area. Research into his background told her he'd been in the process of acquiring a massive amount of acreage in New Mexico, Texas and south into Mexico. At first, she didn't think anything of his advances believing him to be a bit overzealous but when he set his sights on the Carlsbad area, it became personal to her as the land he wanted threatened her father. What the hell is this man up to?

To the outside world, la Casa Segura had been known as an elite and very private retreat and spa open to members only. Those who knew the truth appreciated the reason behind its creation and existence, and felt honor bound to keep its secrets.

La Casa Segura had been her home and she vowed to protect it at any cost--even her job. Some things in her life could not be bought, la Casa Segura at the top of the list. Now, how do I protect this?

She pulled out her cell phone and pressed a number on her speed dial list.

"Yes?"

"Dad, we need to talk."

"Very well, come by in an hour and tell me what's wrong."

"I'll be there," she said, regretting she'd had to call him. It's not right!