Author: Angel Castle
Email: jazzgenie@hotmail.com
Genre: Paranormal/Erotic Romance
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 5
In the heat of the Australian
Summer, Tinder Munro has been sent to an obscure little town, in the Australian
bushland, to uncover its secrets. What she never expects to discover, is the
devastatingly sexy Hawk Black, who seems very intent on embedding himself into
Tinder’s body mind and soul.
Hawk, Panther shifter and beta of
Black Town, volunteered to baby sit a Photojournalist, only to discover the
feisty red head his is true mate.
Now nothing will stop Hawk from
getting into Tinder’s life, and keeping her just were she belongs, with him, in
his arms. But when others discover the truth behind Black town, they decide to
make Hawk and Tinder pay a high price, in more ways than one.
Hawk races against time to
save Tinder, and keep the secret of Black Town secure.
EXCERPT
Pictures speak more than a thousand words; Tinder
Munro's mother, the artist, drilled the words into her head at an early age.
So, what was the picture before her trying to say? It was odd and out of place.
No way, this couldn't be real; someone was playing a prank on her.
She didn't care. Even pranks which kept her mind off
her current situation were better than sitting around stewing over things she
couldn't change.
She sighed, needing to get closer. Blackened, scorched
ground crackled as she lowered herself to her knees, inhaling the still-smoky
air of the surrounding bushland. It was a few weeks since the devastating fires
ripped through this part of the Black National Park.
Her current, and temporary, employer sent her up into
the New South Wales Mountain region to an obscure little town to investigate.
It was good to get out of the city. When this job was
done, she would like to find a smallish town with a little newspaper. She hoped
someone would employ her and buy some of the many photos she had collected over
the years as a photojournalist.
She had nothing to go back to. What little she did
have was stuffed in the boot of her beat up old car. Black Town Motel would be
her home until she finished this job, got the rest of her money, and moved on.
Tinder ran over the odd conversation in her head a few
times, trying to figure out what the Sydney money tycoon, Felix Roads, wanted
exactly.
'I want anything and everything suspicious reported.
There is something not right with those Black brothers, and I want to know what
it is.'
'Are you sure you want to use me, Mr. Roads? I'm a
photojournalist not a private detective.' She stood in
front of his six-foot wide, polished mahogany desk, in the tall fifty-five
story building in the Sydney business district, overlooking Sydney Harbour bay
and the Opera house.
'No, you're exactly what I need. I want picture
evidence of whatever they're up to. There is something odd with those Black
Town people. I think you would do better than any detective…someone they
wouldn't suspect as much.'
'Just what do you expect me to find in Black Town?'
'I want any dirty secrets which can discredit them
from the contract they stole from me.'
Basically, she was being sent in as a spy. But how
could she object when Mr. Roads handed her a three-thousand-dollar check?
'Half now, half when you bring me evidence of what I
need to get my contract back.'
This is money she desperately needed to start over.
She would do her job to the best of her ability; if it was secrets Mr. Roads
wanted, then secrets he would get.
After doing a little background digging on Black Town,
via the internet, she kept coming across rumour after rumour of big cat
sightings in the area. Tinder contacted the local park ranger to obtain
permission to have a look around.
During her travels through Africa, she had photographed
many majestic big cats, and had seen their paw prints in those counties, just
like the ones she now studied.
Leaning closer to study the odd paw prints in the
scorched earth, she saw the solid evidence those cat rumours were true.
She sat back on her heels and reached for her tan
canvas equipment bag, riffling around to find her tape measure. Leaning back
over, she placed it along the side of the print, careful not to disturb the
ground. She lifted her digital camera, placing it over her right eye and
closing the left as the automatic focus adjusted.
Her trigger finger pressed gently to snap a few shots.
"This has to be too good to be true." Her
got voice lost in the soft whistling of the warm summer wind in the burnt
trees.
Tinder climbed to her feet, bent over to follow the
print trail. She peered over a fallen, two-foot log, where this cat obviously
leapt, leaving lovely, deep prints.
Her excitement bubbled; oh yes, big cat indeed. If she
could be the one to capture it on film, would this be what Mr. Roads wanted?
She shook her head; at this stage she didn't care. Maybe she could earn some
more money by finally proving there is a big cat living around Black Town
Forest.
Her clothes were now probably streaked with soot, but
it didn't matter as her finger pressed down on the trigger again.
"Holy shit!"
The sudden deep masculine voice from right behind her
jumpstarted her heart into a junkie's, high adrenaline spike. Her scream
pierced the tranquil air and she spun around, only to lose balance and fall
backwards onto her large arse.
She stared up into a pair of striking, pond-blue eyes.
He looked just as startled, his handsome face twisted down into a fierce frown,
making her scramble back further.
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