A SHADOWCAT NATION PREQUEL
|Cougar shifters have allied into ten groups called Dares which together form the Shadowcat Nation. A rocky alliance at best, it is still vital to protect themselves against other species of shifters. In the midst of the turmoil, Hannah Keller becomes the targeted Mate for Kyle Carstairs, the treacherous soon-to-be Alpha of another Dare. Meanwhile, Nick Jensen, her child-hood hero and longtime secret crush, has returned home with hopes of claiming Hannah for his own. But will he be in time to rescue her from the Carstairs’s schemes?
Hannah’s Fate is 1 of 6 short stories in the multi-author paranormal romance anthology Here, Kitty Kitty.
Short Story | Self-Published by Mia Darien | 10/4/2013
All profits from this anthology will go to charity to benefit the Exotic Feline Rescue Center in Indiana.
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The knock at her bedroom door heralded Nick’s arrival. As part of the “twenty-four hours a day” plan, they’d be sharing the same room…and sleeping in the same bed. Hannah wasn’t too thrilled about this. How the heck was she supposed to ignore him when he was with her all the time? Especially in the same bed?
Hannah had gone back and forth on the pajamas she should wear. Sexy? Buttoned-up? Boy-style? She’d landed on a combo, opting for comfy lounge pants and a tight tank top.
“Hi,” she said when she opened the door. Nick stood there and looked at her, not saying a word. Hannah raised her eyebrows and then stepped back. “Come on in.”
“Thanks.” Nick seemed to collect himself and offered her a polite smile. He was still dressed in his suit from earlier and carried a small bag over one shoulder.
Hannah pointed to the bathroom. “Feel free to make yourself at home. I have a little work to do first, and then I’m going to sleep.”
“All right.” Nick crossed the room and closed the door behind him. When he returned, he was wearing only a pair of flannel PJ pants. Hannah glanced at the ridges of muscles in his chest, down his stomach, and down further…
She forced her eyes back to her computer screen and diligently typed away at her report, although she was probably writing gibberish at this point. She had scooted to the far side of the bed, leaving Nick plenty of space.
He walked across the room and slipped between the sheets. But instead of going right to sleep and leaving her alone like a good boy, Nick turned onto his side and propped his head on his hand.
“Whachya working on?”
His question brought back memories of growing up. Hannah had always been studious, and Nick more social. She’d be doing her homework while every other kid was out running around and having fun, and he would stop and tease her in the same tone of voice.
Hannah’s lips twitched. Just barely.
“I saw that,” he said, his eyes twinkling.
Hannah frowned and gave him a sideways glance. “I’m working.”
“What? You have no time for an old friend you haven’t seen in years? You’ve barely said two words to me all day.”
Hannah sighed. She hit ‘save’ on her computer and closed the lid. Then she scooted down in the bed and mimicked Nick’s posture. “What would you like to talk about?”
CONTRIBUTOR & BOOK INFO
AUTHOR: Abigail Owen