Beneath the Hat

Zachary Platt is running out of time. The future of his world depends on the swift delivery of a hellish relic and the cooperation of an ambivalent shop assistant. Prudence Whitby is a young woman of no consequence yet a wicked twist of fate and instincts result in their becoming inescapably entwined. For an immortal who’s made a rule of keeping others at a distance, his burgeoning feelings could not have come at a worse moment. Prudence has modest expectations for her life after college. Being caught in the orbit of an irascible client who seems alternately repelled and enthralled by her was not among them. She struggles with the depth of feeling inspired by a virtual stranger before confronting a far more terrible dilemma. For the Fount of all vampires has been found, the doom of man approaches. All that stands between the earth and destruction is a mortal woman with the barest concept of what she faces and a vampire weakened by infatuation. They are not prepared and the clock is ticking…

Jackie Chase is in a tight spot. On the verge of bankruptcy and with her ranch on the line, she agrees to interview for a position with the mysterious Liam O’Connor – a man who makes her blood run hot and cold in equal measure. She has no patience for his slick veneer and even less for the fanged creature beneath it. There’s too much on her plate already for her to make time for a man that looks at her like he wants to eat her.

Liam never thought a working woman’s stubbornness would fascinate him but Jackie is the exception to every rule. At once she is fierce and warm, compassionate and uncompromising. He finds himself embroiled in her life with no desire to ever leave it.

But there was a world beneath the Los Angeles Jackie thought she knew, a world of monsters and ancient feuds. If they want to survive, their only chance is to work together to protect all they’ve grown to love.

The needle slid into Jackie’s arm without resistance. Despite her friend’s skill, she nearly bit through her lip while she squeezed her eyes shut. It was an old phobia, the needle alone didn’t bother her but its presence woke her worst memories. Even with her eyes closed she could see a man wearing a white lab coat coming towards her with sharp things, wanting to cut into her skin and stick gloved fingers where they never belonged. She could remember the heavy flow of blood against her legs and how the pain had kept her awake, fighting off the haven unconsciousness offered.

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