Series name/# if applicable: Redclaw Origins Book1
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Redclaw Publishing
New York, 1955. Former socialite Henrietta ("Rhett") Bishop, destitute after her father gambles away the family fortune, takes a job at Redclaw Security. But Redclaw is no ordinary operation. Part detective firm and part enforcement agency, Redclaw regulates matters involving the growing population of shifters who have emerged since the onset of the nuclear age.
Peter Knight is a nuclear scientist shattered by the death of his wife. Blacklisted by the government and scientific organizations, he drowns his sorrows while searching for the people behind his wife's murder.
When Rhett is assigned to recruit Knight, their meeting is more than either bargained for—a rival organization will do anything to secure Knight for themselves. Following a lead to locate a missing cache of alien technology stolen from Redclaw, Rhett is thrown back into her previous glittering life with Knight as her pretend boyfriend. But when someone from the past turns up to start a bidding war on the artifacts, Bishop and Knight wind up in a fight for their very lives.
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Excerpt:
“Fine. I don’t
like being caged. Is that answer enough for you?”
I could see his
point. And since I had him here, I asked about something that had been on my
mind since the day of the mechanical spider. “What do you think is the purpose behind
these artifacts?”
He leaned back in
his chair to the point he risked toppling it over backward. The front legs
lifted until he settled the chair back in place with a thump. “That’s the
sixty-four-thousand-dollar question, isn’t it?” His raised eyebrow implied both
curiosity and concern. The combination was frankly compelling. “Where do they
come from? Who or what is behind the technology? It’s beyond anything I’ve ever
seen, and I’ve worked on some top-secret projects. My guess? It’s not from this
planet.”
My mouth dropped
open. “You mean… alien?” I sputtered.
He nodded in all
seriousness.
“You seriously
believe Martians or Moon Men or something like that is seeding our plant with
their gizmos?” The shock of his statement having worn off, scorn now laced my
voice.
His shrug was
eloquent. “Maybe. I think it more likely an advanced race implanted these
devices millennia ago, knowing at some point we’d develop nuclear technology,
hence the activation of said devices now.”
“But why?”
He shook his
head. “A test? A trap? Who knows? Maybe the awakening tech triggered some kind
of signal to the developers and even now, they’re on their way to greet us.”
I wondered if we
would disappoint them. It was a distinctly disturbing thought. “Is this a
working theory or are you just blowing smoke?”
His devilish
smile made an appearance. The way it peeped out of hiding, combined with the
fall of that rebellious lock of hair over his intense eyes when he leaned
forward, would have charmed the pants off most women I know.
I don’t charm that
easily.
“My dear, I just
tinker with the gizmos.” He leaned back in his seat once more, his clever
fingers toying with his spoon as he spoke. “I’ll leave winkling out the motives
of the artifact-builders to the scary people, like you and Ryker.”
I straightened.
“Me? Scary? What on earth have I done to give you that impression?” Ryker, I
could understand. We knew so little about the shifters, how they lived, and
what they could do. The way Ryker had tossed Billy around that day in the
office was a fair indication he was stronger than most men, and of course,
there was the rapid healing thing as well. More than that, I didn’t know.
“Scarily
competent.”
I wrinkled my
nose. “Am I supposed to thank you? That makes me sound like every other woman
in the workplace. Standing behind the boss and making him look good.”
His laugh caught
me off guard. “No, you have it all wrong. The smart man stands behind the girl
with the ray gun.”
Okay. Perhaps I
could be charmed a little.
Author Information:
McKenna Dean has been an actress, a vet tech, a singer, a
teacher, a biologist, and a dog trainer. She’s worked in a genetics lab, at the
stockyard, behind the scenes as a props manager, and at a pizza parlor slinging
dough. Finally she realized all these jobs were just a preparation for what she
really wanted to be: a writer.
She lives on a small farm in North Carolina with her family,
as well as the assorted dogs, cats, and various livestock.
She likes putting her characters in hot water to see how
strong they are. Like tea bags, only sexier.
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