Mantus

Mantus

I have a job to do. I don’t like it, but that doesn’t change anything. Find the shifters and send them back to hell. That’s the work. It’s not as if I have a choice. I’ve been tracking this last assignment for nearly a month. He’s a crafty one. I’ve got him pinned down at a fancy wedding venue when I’m stopped at the door by a woman who clearly doesn’t know who I am or have any instincts for danger. As my prey disappears into a crowded dance floor, I’m struck by just how perfectly beautiful this party planner is.

Felicity

I don’t care how big or how beautiful a wedding crasher is, no one uninvited gets in on my watch. It doesn’t matter that my lady parts are on fire from the moment I see him. He’s imposing and grumpy, but I can’t take my eyes off him. For the briefest moment when he stares into my eyes, I think I’m too weak to stop this giant. Then I remember I’m the wedding planner and two can play the intimidation game.