living room, muting the TV as I sat. Maureen Cranston’s shrewish face was on the screen, and underneath her quotes said that CAPA was denying any involvement with Deerling and the Church of Morning.
All right, Maureen. Deny, deny, deny. But I was going to keep my eye on her.
I pulled my legs up under me and stared at Wilder, not entirely convinced he was really here.
“He was pissed,” I admitted. “I’ve never been yelled at so much in my life. I thought he would lock me up and throw away the key.”
Wilder took a seat next to me, waiting for what I had to say next. I glanced at the TV, then turned it off, not wanting to see the photos of Timothy Deerling they insisted on plastering up every ten minutes.
“I’m sure if you give him some time, he’ll be more reasonable.”
I raised my hand to quiet him, a slow smile sneaking across my face, one I’d been trying to hide since I got home, but in Wilder’s presence I was incapable of suppressing.
“He made me the Alpha of New Orleans.”
“He what?”
“Apparently stupidity is an Alpha trait.”
Wilder grinned, scratching his stubbled jaw. “I’ll be damned.”
I sat back on the couch, letting the news sink in for both of us.
“Does this mean I have to stop hitting on you?” he asked. “Callum mentioned you’re a single lady now. He seemed pretty relieved.”
I turned my head towards him. I thought the mention of my breakup with Cash would hurt, but instead I felt relief. Ignoring his comment about my uncle’s relief, I said, “As long as you find a better way to impress me, feel free to continue hitting on me.”
“Princess, I’d step in front of a hundred bullets for you if I thought it would get me laid.” He waggled his brows and inched towards me.
“Say that in front of my uncle and he’ll neuter you before it’s ever an issue.”
Wilder mock winced and leaned in for a kiss. I stopped him, my hand pressed flat against his chest.
“What?” he asked.
Staring at his eyes, the flecks of green shining bright in the midafternoon sunlight, I held my breath and let the moment just be. I drank in everything right about him, and me, and what had happened, choosing for once to not think about all the bad parts.
It had been hell.
But we’d made it out the other side.
“Nothing,” I replied.
He kissed me, and for once, I let myself be happy in how not-normal this life of mine was.
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This is the first book in the Genie McQueen series, but her big sister Secret has already had an epic story that starts with Something Secret This Way Comes from Samhain publishing! If you want to read moreof the McQueen sisters’ adventures, Secret has 8 books and 2 novellas available.
If you’d like to read an excerpt from Something Secret This Way Comes, the first book in Secret’s series, keep reading!
Some secrets are dangerous. This Secret is deadly.
Secret McQueen, Book 1
For Secret McQueen, her life feels like the punch line for a terrible joke. Abandoned at birth by her werewolf mother, hired as a teen by the vampire council of New York City to kill rogues, Secret is a part of both worlds, but belongs to neither. At twenty-two, she has carved out as close to a normal life as a bounty hunter can.
When an enemy from her past returns with her death on his mind, she is forced to call on every ounce of her mixed heritage to save herself—and everyone else in the city she calls home. As if the fate of the world wasn’t enough to deal with, there’s Lucas Rain, King of the East Coast werewolves, who seems to believe he and Secret are fated to be together. Too bad Secret also feels a connection with Desmond, Lucas’s second-in-command…
Warning: This book contains a sarcastic, kick-ass bounty hunter; a metaphysical love triangle with two sexy werewolves; a demanding vampire council; and a spicy seasoning of sex and violence.
Chapter One
In the sullen hours before daylight, a thick dewy fog was settling over the deep green lawns of Central Park. A waning moon hung over