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A loud pounding at the back of the house startled Liz. She sat up straight on the couch, then heard it again. It was definitely coming from the other side of the house. Grabbing her cell from the coffee table—and nearly spilling her Moscato in the process—Liz slipped it in her pocket and tiptoed down the hall. She stopped in the kitchen to peek out the window, knowing the angle of the house would give her a discreet view of whoever was at the door before they saw her. 𝐻𝑜-𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑠. He was gorgeous, with broad shoulders and muscular arms that bulged from his tight black t-shirt. No wonder he was able to bang on her door until it almost fell off the hinges. His dark hair was brushed back from his forehead, but under the security lighting, Liz spied the faintest hints of silver at his temples. He obviously wasn’t going to be leaving anytime soon. She reached over to the counter for some sort of weapon, but her hand closed only on a wooden spoon. 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡, 𝐿𝑖𝑧. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ. There was no time to rethink her choice, though. He was pounding on the door again, and the whole house was bound to come down if she didn’t answer it soon. Moving the last bit of distance down the hall and into her office, she poised herself just inside the door. “What do you want?” she barked in her best attempt to sound fierce. “My sister-in-law’s in labor and needs your help. I think she’s dying.” His booming voice was only slightly muffled by the door. It was deep and gravelly, making Liz’s toes curl. Liz opened the door, but only a crack. She left the chain on, even though this guy looked like he could just bite through it. “I don’t do that anymore,” she explained. “See the sign?” He glanced at it only briefly before looking quizzically at the wooden spoon she’d gestured with. “Look, lady, I don’t care if you’re part of the Psychic Friends Network now. I was told you’re the best in the county, and Brandy needs your help. Now.” “That’s very flattering, but you should really just call 911.” Liz started to close the door. His fist pounded into it, sending a shudder down the wood and making the screws on the hardware strain. “I can’t get the authorities involved in this,” he pleaded, his brows drawing together. “I need 𝑦𝑜𝑢.” There was something about the way he said it that made Liz think of something far different from a medical emergency. “All right, hang on. I just need to get dressed and get my bag and my keys. I’ll follow—" “There’s no time for that. Just get your bag and come with me.” * * * Dive into a captivating world of swoon-worthy midlife shifters and relatable sassy heroines in the Fated Over Forty series, now available as a complete 11-book collection! If you love steamy bear shifter romance with fated mates, unforgettable twists, thrilling action, laughs, and heart-melting happily ever afters, this bestselling series is your next binge-read obsession. Click below to grab your copy! * * * Read FREE with Kindle Unlimited * * * * * * Also Available on Audible * * *