When Detective Kaitlyn McKinney responds to a call about a strange, burned body, she discovers something far more complicated--and dangerous. Landon Rourke is a werewolf, exiled from his pack and dedicated to keeping a protective watch over Kaitlyn. A prophecy has said that his kind and vampires would one day come to a truce. But that day has yet to come. Landon has his own past to deal with, too, involving Kaitie herself. A dark truth that has kept them apart for years. When Kaitlyn gets caught up in the battle between vampires and werewolves, the long-simmering attraction she shares with Landon ignites. And in that attraction they find the secret that will bring them together....
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April 30, 2008
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Excerpt from Scions by Patrice Michelle
"I heard you were awesome with the kids at Handleburg Hall tonight."
Kaitlyn snorted into the cell phone and peered out her car window into the dark parking lot. "For cripe's sake, Abby Brooks, I haven't even left the orphanage yet. Who's your spy and is he old enough to work for the NYPD?"
"I have my ways," Abby's smug purr came across the line. "I hear you're coming back next week. Are you getting hooked on these kids like I told you you would?"
She'd had a great time tonight. "Yeah, you could say that." Kaitlyn might've grown up in a loving home, but she had one thing in common with Handleburg's troubled teens. The sobering realization had hit her tonight when one of the kids had challenged her during her speech on working for the police. He'd told her she knew nothing of what his life was like.
That was true enough. She hadn't grown up in a drug-riddled home or had to worry about gang shoot-outs happening in the middle of the night or day. But in the not-too-distant future, just like these young men and women, she'd be parentless, too. Then her police coworkers, Abby and the "Hall" teens would be the only family she had. If nothing else, she hoped she could give the teens the support they needed to know that they didn't have to follow the same path their parents had.
"Thanks for hooking me up for the lecture. Oh, by the way, they want me to help demonstrate in your tae kwon do class next Thursday," Kaitlyn said as she turned the key and started the car. "And drum roll...I've decided to commit at least one night a week to Handleburg."
"That's wonderful, Kaitlyn. But what about your mom?"
Kaitlyn turned up the heat to ward off the chilly fall air. "Mom has a lot more bad than good days now. When she's having bad days, she doesn't want company. The pain medicine makes her sleep a lot. I thought spending time with the kids would keep my mind off her. Otherwise, I just..." She paused. Worry for her mom clogged her throat.
"That makes sense to me, hon. Did you get the gift I sent to your new digs?"
Kaitlyn laughed. "Yes, thank you for the congratulations gift. I've already attached the small voice recorder to my key chain."
"I figured you could dictate during boring stakeouts, but hey, I'm not done. Let's go to Fuel and celebrate your promotion to detective."
Kaitlyn pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the road. "Not tonight, Ab--"
"You really should celebrate and cut loose. Not to mention, it's been a while since you've been out on the 'scene.' Mr. Right could be there at the bar, waiting to sweep you off your bonnie Irish feet."
More like the guy'd be ready to jump into the sack with the first woman who said yes. She knew Abby's suggestion that she help out at Handleburg and now this invitation to the bar was her best friend's way of helping her find someone to care for in her life, yet Abby's casual "Mr. Right" comment caused thoughts of her last boyfriend to flit through Kaitlyn's mind. She hadn't dated anyone since she'd broken up with Remy two years ago.
She'd initially been attracted to his clean-cut charm and understated bad-boy edge. After dating the guy for a little over a year, they'd grown apart, seeming to have less in common than she first thought. The man's obsession with being a Garotter like his father finally became more than she could deal with. Remy chose to live in the past. She didn't.
She wasn't surprised when she heard Remy had joined up with the old vampire hunter group. The Garotters had reinstated themselves three months ago in response to a woman's kidnapping. Ariel Swanson had been abducted right after her fictional book about vampires was released to the public. Sheesh, it was just a book! While it was true vampires had cut a murderous path through the human population in their past, the monsters had been extinct for a good twenty-five years.
"Sorry. I've got an early day tomorrow. Along with my new promotion, I was assigned my first case. I have a good bit of research ahead of me."
"So dedicated." Abby gave a resigned sigh. "You know your father would be proud of you."
Would her father be proud? Kaitlyn wondered as she rolled to a stop at a stoplight. She hoped so. She missed his gravelly voice and lilting accent.
Blinking back the moisture in her eyes, she pushed on the gas pedal when the light turned green. "Thanks for the congrats and for your friendship. I don't know what I'd have done without you these last few years. Call me tomorrow and tell me how Fuel went."
"How'd you know I was going anyway?"
Kaitlyn laughed. "This is you we're talking about. I'll talk to you later. Bye." Once she closed her cell phone, out of habit, Kaitlyn turned on her police scanner instead of the radio.