Their Unexpected Mate [Paranormal Protection Unit] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

Paranormal Protection Unit

Their Unexpected Mate

After the devastating loss of her father, Katherine Douglas picks up her entire life and moves to the wilds of Montana. She sets about making a home only to find the unexpected—three larger-than-life men that send her perfectly planned future into a dizzying tailspin.

In the middle of a sting, Treasach “Scythe” Campbell, Quinlan “Mac” McAllister, and Sullivan “Sully” McAllister, Alpha Team for the Paranormal Protection Unit, were more worried about getting out in one piece than what the future might hold. But then in she walked—their mate. Like a punch to the gut, instincts older than time kick in, and the three men know nothing but the driving need to be with her.

They're not human, not by a long shot, but they will love her with a fierceness no other could. Will she run from what they are and what they are asking her for, or can they convince her to heed the primal call from within?

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

Genre:
Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter

Length:
66,295 words
 

Paranormal Protection Unit

Honor James

MENAGE AMOUR

Siren Publishing, Inc.

www.SirenPublishing.com

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THEIR UNEXPECTED MATE

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First E-book Publication: December 2012

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I would like to dedicate this novel to my sister, the best friend that a woman could ever have. Thank you for always being there at my side, for giving me a kick in the ass when I needed it to get going, and for always giving me the encouragement that I needed in order to finish this novel. Thank you for being you!

I would also like to thank my editor, Nick, for the amazing job that you did and for helping me through this process in getting my first book in print.

I would also like to thank all of my friends and family for putting up with me while I finished this novel.

And finally I would like to dedicate this book to you, dear reader. To those that share the same love of paranormal erotica that I do.

Enjoy, and always, always live life to the fullest!

THEIR UNEXPECTED MATE

Paranormal Protection Unit

HONOR JAMES

Copyright © 2012

Sneezing into the crook of her arm, Katherine Douglas sniffed once, twice, and then a third time before pulling her ever-present Kleenex from her sleeve and wiping her eyes then nose. Wadding the tissue up and tossing it into the corner wastebasket, she sniffled again.

Taking the moment that she could, she leaned back, popping her aching and stiff back, and looked to her friend. “Good grief, I don’t think I could possibly dust, clean, or polish another thing, Bets. I’m exhausted,” she said and sat her plump rear on the corner of the antique Louis XVII desk.

“Come on, Kat, you can’t quit now,” Betsy Wilderbrand, aka Bets, told her friend as she grinned at her from the view screen. “You’re almost finished, besides.” There was a twinkle in her eyes as she leaned in closer to the computer camera. “You’ve never quit anything in your life, and you know as well as I do that if you quit now that asshat brother of yours will have a reason to point his bony, crooked finger at you and squawk about you squandering money.”

Shivering, Katherine crinkled up her nose and sighed. “Dammit, Bets, why do you have to be right?” she grumbled and picked up another piece of silver and the silver cloth once more. “He only reports each and every single dime that I spend in hopes that the attorneys will find a loophole and be able to take the inheritance from me and give it to him. Idiot.” That about summed up her brother. Dwayne Craft was truly a bastard of the nth degree and felt that because he was his mother’s oldest son, not even Wilder Douglas’s son, her father should have left his vast fortune to him, not his one and only true child. Her father had been kind, actually. He had given Dwayne fifteen million in his will along with two homes, but sadly her brother suffered from the same trouble his real father did, including gambling, drugs, and booze addiction.

“I know, honey.” Betsy Wilderbrand had been Katherine’s friend for years, had stood at her and her father’s side when she buried her mother, and then was there to hold her up on her feet when she had to bury the most important man in her life, her father. “That’s why Wilder made sure to put ironclad wording in the will. Trust me, your father knew what he was doing and my husband understood that as well as soon as he had met Dwayne.”

“True.” Wilder Douglas had been the single most amazing man alive. He had been taken from the Earth far too soon for his daughter’s heart, but he had touched the lives of so many in his seventy-two years. “I guess I just came into his life far too late, didn’t I?” Katherine felt the pain gripping her chest again, the ache that she always felt when she thought of her father.

“He loved you, Kat. You were his miracle, you and your mom both. Boyd and I knew Wilder before you came along and trust me, there was a change in him, for the better.”

It was so funny how easily Katherine forgot that Betsy was sixty-seven herself, forty years older than Katherine herself was. “All right, I will finish up here. Don’t forget that you and Boyd are supposed to come along in two months to try out the place. By then I should have the Wilder Resort up and running.”

“We will be there. Take care of yourself, kiddo,” Betsy said before she clicked the mouse to disconnect the connection to the camera and left Katherine to continue to clean.

Another sigh escaped the lips of the twenty-seven-year-old, but it was followed by a smile. “I can do this,” she said, and promptly sneezed again. “As long as I’m not allergic to this town, that is.” She blew her nose and wiped at her eyes. “Right, allergy medication needs to be added to the list.”

Quinlan “Mac” McAllister shifted in the booth, his gaze watching everyone in the bar even as he drank his Budweiser. His nose twitched when the newest patron entered the bar, the scent of weed and rubbing alcohol all but wrapped around the wiry-looking little weasel, literally, that walked in. Shifting, he grinned and looked to the other side of the room, giving a nod to his partner and brother who were playing a game of pool. Tapping his first finger on the rim of the longneck bottle gave the signal necessary to alert his former Delta brothers to the first player falling into place.

Sullivan “Sully” McAllister shifted, sinking the nine ball easily, and looked up to first Mac and then his other operations partner, Treasach “Scythe” Campbell. Tapping the tip of the cue to the velvet top of the table, he repositioned himself to move a little closer to the weasel, his bear growling in anger and offence from the smells coming from the little bastard.

Scythe ran his finger over the brow of his cowboy hat as if he had not a care in the world, and lined up his next shot, scratching the ball when he saw the next target entering and looking through the smoke-filled room to find the weasel that had taken refuge in one of the oversized wood and cushioned booths that gave a semblance of privacy. A large laugh came from the massive man as he slapped Sully on the back.

“Looks like drinks are on me,” he called to the bar. “Hey, Becky, how about you give out a round for everyone, on me.” Lifting his whiskey glass, he drained it in one drink and let out a rough sigh of appreciation of the fire that burned down his throat.

Now finally the mission they had worked most of the last year on was coming to a head. Thank the Moon Goddess on that one!

Subtle fluctuations and moves came from the trio of men as well as the three other Delta brothers in the darkness of the bar, and the click in their ears signaled that the ears and tech were there as well. Hell yeah, life sometimes was very, very damn good.

* * * *

“Oh for Mercy’s sakes,” Katherine muttered as she got out of her little Prius and looked up at the menacing bar. This place scared the bejesus out of her, not because it was, well, a bar, but because she had seen the men and women that entered the place while she sat frozen in place when she pulled in. Holy Christ, the men were like mountains and the women were like hookers on Ecstasy. Holy shiitake mushrooms, she didn’t belong there, but evidently this was the one and only place she could get what she wanted.

“Goodness bless America,” she muttered and pulled her purse across her front so that it hung over her like a cross-body bag. The bulk of the bag was in the front, easy access to her wallet and pepper spray should she need it.