Renegade Refuge
Alone, homeless, and on the run. Those are my reasons for returning to the town I once called home.
But it really went downhill the minute I tried checking in with the crazy-powerful leader of the local witch coven. It went… well, it went. The stupidly-sexy grump tried to kick me out and I held my own and gave him a shiner. That’s making a good impression, right?
I expect him to toss me out like the trash he seems to think I am. But instead, he offers me a chance to prove myself.
Uh, what?
Also; yes, please.
Turns out this coven has a problem even the big, bad leader can’t solve. The kind of mess I’ve been trained to fix. The kind of mess my special skills might make a difference in figuring out. Too bad if anyone catches me using them, my biggest secret will be revealed and my head will be on the chopping block.
How much will it cost me if I fight for this chance at a home?
Deleted Scene from Renegade Refuge
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Shattering Solitude
Some people are made to stand strong in the face of danger…
Those people get a lot of trouble and attention. Two things I would happily do without. I live my life on the run for a reason: I’m safe when no one knows my life story. I have enough to deal with keeping off the radar of the witch hunting organization I used to work for.
But when my nemesis shows up asking for help to save one person we both love, running isn’t an option.
Beckett and I have a bond that neither of us understands, much less appreciates, and the man is impossible around me, but if I don’t work with him, I might lose everything I hold dear.
Can we put aside our differences to save his brother? What about when my own life is on the line?
Trusting Trouble
Things are finally looking up!
The G.O.A.T. Coven has invited me to join.
My cat-rating is crawling higher than it’s ever been before.
The terrifyingly-intense Beckett and I have some kind of truce going on.
My possibly-psychopathic, gangster neighbor has decided he’s my friend and will protect me whenever trouble calls.
I’ve even been asked out on a date by my high-school crush!
So – story of my life – chaos decides to rear its horribly-timed head.
A clue from my dad leaves me with more questions than answers. A shopping trip with my new friend reveals I have more deadly threats chasing me down. My familiar’s secret gets impossible to keep. A surly cat-eleven starts acting weirder – and grumpier – than usual. And a last-minute gas-station run ends in a kidnapping by a crazy lady who has been playing with magic neutralization.
Time for me to do what I do best; make some trouble.
Deleted Scene from Trusting Trouble
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Unity Undercover
Beckett and I are getting along. I mean, for the most part. Better than we were, at least.
Okay, the man frustrates the heck out of me. But at least he’s helping me out with my security issues, so I won’t complain.
Ah, who am I kidding; complaining is my middle name, and Beckett’s is…
Well, I don’t really know Beckett’s middle name. I doubt anyone does, what with his insane paranoia.
But you know me, when adventure comes a’knockin’ – as it never fails to do – I’m ready to get rockin’.
Even if that adventure has a creep factor of ten, and eyes that wouldn’t even recognize my face with how often they’re focused south of my chin.
I don’t know a single person that would say I’m made for undercover work. But if I want to find the brainwasher and keep an entire coven safe, I’ll need to make subtlety my… female dog. Because no one else can do this job. Not even my irritatingly handsome cat-eleven.
Wait, did I say “my?” I meant… uh… I meant…
Crap. Guys, I might be in trouble here.
Villainous Vengeance
Beckett and I have revealed our deepest secrets to each other, and now both of us are left wondering; where do we go from here?
Too bad the chaos that follows me doesn’t take a break for me to sort through feelings.
Ghosts from my past are showing up to haunt me. And aside from housing the witches I’d displaced when I blew up the First Coven of San Diego, I also have a bunch of witches in my own coven dealing with new abilities they didn’t even know were possible.
Mo’ magic, mo’ problems, amIright?
And that’s to say nothing of the two different organizations who won’t stop tailing me – on top of the one I narrowly avoided in San Diego. One seems friendly enough, but the other is as much of a wildcard as I am, and when they start closing in on me, I’m not sure I have what it takes to keep away from their fangs.
How do you survive an encounter with the vampire mafia? Not asking for a friend.
W. W.
To be Announced
Krys D. W. Wylie 