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I was going to throttle Timmy when we found him. It was pissing down with rain and absolutely freezing. The cold didn’t bother me as much as it had when I was human, but wet was harder to ignore. My trousers were drenched, my hair was dripping, and water was dribbling down my neck; I was soaked to the skin and struggling not to feel grumpy about it. I thought longingly of the London clubbing scene. I was as far from that as humanly – and inhumanly – possible. Never in a million years had I thought I’d end up in the wilds of Alaska. But then, I never thought I’d be a vampire either. I belatedly pulled up the hood of my borrowed coat. So much for my vaunted observational skills, with all the stress I’d even forgotten I had a hood. I called the name of the missing lynx-shifter again and again until I was hoarse. If this kid was just having a nap somewhere, heads would roll. Unfortunately, though, he wasn’t the first to go missing; Timmy’s was the third disappearance in the last week and the atmosphere in the town was tense. I grimaced; we had to find Timmy. After I’d walked what seemed like thirty miles in the woods in the pouring rain, Timmy leapt off a tree stump right at me. I let out an undignified screech and fell backwards into the mud. The lynx kitten landed on my stomach, driving out my breath in a whoosh. So much for my sharp vampire reflexes. Man, I was the worst vampire ever. ‘For eff sake, Timmy!’ I yelled when I could speak again. ‘Don’t pounce on people!’ As my brain connected to my mouth, I winced. Timmy was five years old, so swearing was probably a no-go. Damn. I hoped I wouldn’t get fired from my new job before I’d even completed a full week. The lynx scrambled off me and shifted into a small boy who was sitting naked in the mud. ‘For eff sake,’ he said delightedly. I winced. ‘Don’t use those words, little man. They’re only for adults.’ He grinned at me. ‘Eff sake.’ I blew out a breath. I knew nothing about parenting; my own parents didn’t know much about it, either, which was why I’d been raised mostly by a nanny. I utilised one of mum’s few parenting techniques: bribery. ‘I’ll give you chocolate if you stop saying the naughty words.’ Timmy tilted his head, considering, then held out his hand. ‘I don’t have it now,’ I explained. ‘For eff sake,’ he muttered, folding his arms grumpily. Heaven help me. *** Delve into this fast-paced urban fantasy series created by best-selling authors Heather G Harris and Jilleen Dolbeare if you love humour, heart, found family and a slow-burn romance. E-book in Kindle Unlimited https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CJTG2X1V

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