The Trouble with Leopard Queens and Shifter Wars by Kat Simons
English | 2020 | Paranormal Fantasy | ePUB | 2.7 MB
Kat Simons earned her Ph.D in animal behavior, working with animals as diverse as dolphins and deer. She brought her experience and knowledge of biology to her paranormal romance fiction, where she delights in taking nature and turning it on its ear.
Trouble Takes a Holiday…
Though for Cary Redmond, meeting her shifter boyfriend’s mother for the first time doesn’t feel much like a vacation. Dealing with Deacon’s gorgeous ex-girlfriend, his complicated family, the truth about who he really is, her faery mentor’s emotional declarations, and the troublesome conflict escalating between the leopards and the cougars just adds spice to an already interesting month.
Cary’s used to surviving in the midst of chaos and impending preternatural wars. The real trick will be surviving Deacon’s protective mother who just happens to be the Queen of the Leopards.
Life in Cary’s seventh year as a Protector just keeps getting more interesting.
And more deadly.
Cary Redmond stretched, blinked her eyes open, and frowned up at the faces of her three best friends and her smallest dog Fred hovering over her. Fred woofed and licked her face.
“Ugh, Fred.” She wiped her cheek. “You know you’re not allowed up here.”
Fred barked happily and jumped away.
“You’re awake,” Lucy cooed in her little girl voice.
“Finally,” Marianne said, shaking her head.
“You had us worried,” Angie added, her deep voice tinged with relief.
Cary sat up, looking around. “What the hell happened?”
She was in her own bedroom, lying on her own bed—she glanced down—wearing her own pajamas. Nothing seemed out of order except for her friends all being there. Her Labrador, Buck, and her basset hound, Pickles, were sitting at either side of her bedroom door, just inside the room, guarding the entrance as only a demon dog and a foo lion could. Fred plopped down next to Pickles, his tongue lolling out to one side.
She frowned at her little dog pack. They didn’t usually sleep in her bedroom, even if they were guarding her.
She tunneled her fingers through her hair, encountering tangles and a loosened hair band about to fall out. She didn’t precisely remember going to bed, but she felt wonderful. Fully rested. She double checked… Nope, no sore spots, aches, or pains. That was unusual. She tried thinking back to the last thing she remembered.
“You’ve been asleep for a little over three days,” Marianne said, as if reading Cary’s mind. Which was unusual since Angie was the psychic, and Marianne made magicked clothes.
“Three days!” Cary groaned. “Three days?” No wonder she felt so well rested. “What time is it?”
“Four in the afternoon,” Lucy said.
“What day?” Cary asked.
“Sunday,” Marianne said.
Cary gaped at her friends. “How long have you all been hovering over me?”
“Jaxer didn’t tell us you were hurt until last night,” Lucy said, her tone accusatory, but in her high, soft voice it just sounded like a cute little pout.