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Immortals series Book 8
Three novellas set in the Immortals world by authors Jennifer Ashley, Joy Nash, and Robin Popp.

Werewolf Logan defies his entire pack and everything he’s ever known to protect a demon woman from the “Wolf Hunt,” by Jennifer Ashley.

A vengeful vampire thirsts to claim a “Blood Debt” from the two beings responsible for his eternal nightmare: the Old One who turned him—and the beautiful Sidhe muse who killed him (by Joy Nash).

Haunted by her past and reeling from her sister’s murder, one woman turns to a sexy spirit-walker on a ghostly cruise ship that takes them “Beyond the Mist,” by Robin T. Popp.

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Chapter One

Nadia’s combined scents of fear and relief roused the beast Logan tried to keep buried. His own worry added to the mix, making him hot and pounding hard.

Nadia glared at him with coffee-brown eyes that glinted with a hint of red. “I didn’t ask the wolves to chase me, and it’s none of your business what I’m doing here.”

“Screw that.” He pinned her shoulders to the bed. “You called me.”

“I called you because yours was the first phone number I could remember.”

Not a lie, but not the truth either. Logan resisted the urge to shake the story out of her, and at the same time he had to resist smoothing the short curls that lay against her face. They’d be silky soft and so would her skin.

“Why did you need my help?” he demanded. “Why didn’t you just morph to demon form and kill them all?”

“A question like that shows you know damn-all about demons. Even if you’re cozy with a demon matriarch.” Her voice grated, but she smelled of sharp fear.

“What did you do to make werewolves chase you? Those werewolves in particular?”

She regarded him in stubborn silence.

He had to make her tell him. He wasn’t supposed to be so protective of a demon, but something about Nadia roused all his Packmaster instincts.

When Samantha had been his LAPD partner last year, she’d unknowingly siphoned off a little of his life essence every day. That act had calmed the magical ferociousness of the Packmaster inside him, which had been fine with Logan. He’d been having difficulty staying under control away from his home and pack, and Samantha had unwittingly helped him.

When Samantha realized what she’d been doing she’d stopped, but Logan had grown used to the calming effects of Samantha’s siphoning. Once it was gone his Packmaster instincts flared doubly strong, and it was all he could do to keep them suppressed.

He’d been a little more vicious than he needed to be with the paranormals it was his job to arrest, more protective of his new partner, Nez. Nez never said anything, but Logan sometimes sensed the man’s uneasiness. McKay had given him leave without question, which meant his control was slipping. When he was with Nadia especially, his control cracked like thin ice.

“Are you all right?” he asked gruffly. “Did they hurt you?”

He watched a swallow move down Nadia’s throat. “I’m just tired. I ran for such a long time.”

She closed her eyes, her face too pale in the harsh yellow glare of the bedside lamp. Logan couldn’t stop himself brushing her hair back from her forehead. Her curls, soft and damp, tickled his fingers.

He softened his tone. “Do you need life essence?”

Her eyes popped open. He saw the hunger swimming in her dark demon gaze.

“What do you know about that?”

“I know demons need it or they can’t survive. I learned a lot about demons from Samantha, believe me.” Logan touched her cheek. “Take some from me.”

She twisted her face away. “No.”

“You need it. Take a little.”

“You have a death wish or something?””

“I’m strong, Nadia. I’m a damn powerful werewolf and can take a little essence sucking. Do it.”

With his last words, he pressed his hand to her face again.

She tried to resist, but then something dark tugged at his hand. He felt Nadia start siphoning his life essence as though she couldn’t get enough. It snaked from his fingertips into her body, igniting his already simmering desire.