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(Agents of Shifter Affairs, book 1)

Never lead a lone wolf to his true mate...

...then tell him he can't have her.

High stakes cases and dangerous retrieval operations were my specialty until I took retaliation into my own hands. Now solving this cold murder is my ticket back to the action-packed life I’ve embraced since losing my family.

There’s only one problem. I’ve met my true mate. And Mya is unintentionally mixed up with a criminal who’d rather see her dead than with me.

So I’m once again forced to choose between the law and what’s right. My feelings aren’t supposed to matter. Neither are hers.

That leaves me one choice, and I don’t know if I’ll still be breathing once it’s made.

Special Operations Agent Rick Lyall

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The female’s scent surrounds me. Underneath the offending stench of the male who’d touched her, her personal fragrance rises like a lifeline I want to grab and never let go. I capture a lock of her red hair. It’s as silky and soft as it looks. It’d feel amazing brushing over my naked skin.

Tugging slightly on the section of hair I’m holding, I urge her closer. Her face fills my vision. The freckles dotting her cheeks and nose should make her appear innocent. They don’t. She looks wicked. She’d look even better on her knees in front of me. “Maybe you forgot me.”

She eases back, leaving the bourbon on the table. Her hair slides from my grip. My fingers tingle with the desire to reach for her again, but I don’t. This isn’t the place to explore her body. I will, though. No doubt about it.

On a smooth, fluid move, she snatches two short glasses from another waitress’s tray and places the clean glassware next to the bourbon. “I would’ve remembered you. It’s not often a man with a death wish walks into my bar and makes me want to be the one to save him.”

“Save me?” I’m not sure why I latch on to that part of her statement. I’m beyond saving, but the words are out of my mouth. I won’t take them back.

Her gaze searches my face. She raises her hand but stops before skimming her fingertips over my parted lips. “Yes. You look like a man who’s been fighting his inner demons for a long time. You need to be distracted by the right lover before the voices win.”

I stare at this woman who’s managed to rattle me. At two hundred years old, not much affects me anymore. I’ve seen it all. Tried everything once. Managed not to kill myself in the process. Yet, this female has sucker-punched me with her candidness and left me speechless.

I swallow against the dryness in my throat. “What’s your name?”

She shakes her head, then hurries away from my table. I slide out my chair, ready to go after her. The sight of the huge feline shifter making his way toward my table stops me. So much for securing my plans for later tonight. Work calls.

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