Genre: Contemporary Fantasy Romance
Word Count: 108K
Someone is setting death-spells targeting mortals and elf blood alike. With her mentor out of commission, it’s up to half-trained Warder Mona Lisa Kubrek to stop the magic. Despite being told repeatedly her job is to nullify spells and not go after the source, too many people are at risk for her to not track the spell-caster down. Even meeting a sexy half-elf shifter who may well be her mate won’t distract her from her goal.
Except Cart Dupree, called in by a high-ranking elf, is fully trained and has the team to search for the evildoer, so she’d be stupid to not use his expertise. Stupid is something she can’t afford to be, not with her enemy’s henchmen after her. Later she’ll deal with Cart and his questions about her special abilities and the non-standard training her mentor has given her. Right now, they need to unravel where the magician is, and who he is, before he builds enough power to decimate them all. First, though, they need to stay alive.
Her head bowed to the winter wind, Mona strode across the parking lot to the mall, concern and curiosity now verging on dread about Raine. Since the frantic call from her normally unflappable friend successively worse scenarios flitted through her mind. Had she been mugged? Detained by mall security? Why?
The wind slid under her collar and raised goosebumps along her back. Fuck-a-duck it was cold! One day she'd move some place warm and get out of Buffalo. As soon as she finished her training she planned to do just that.
Avoiding the revolving door out of habit, she felt trapped when she was neither in nor out, she yanked open the side door, thankful to be out of the frigid temperatures. Quirks, all elves had them, she knew she had a few more than most. Growing up outside the Folk enclaves, where she might have learned about magic a lot earlier, hadn't helped.
Mona looked around, expecting to see the management office since she'd been directed to use this entrance. Instead she espied Raine on a bench at the far end of the hall. Mona was relieved for split second until she took in her usually tidy friend's unkempt appearance. Poorly dressed for the winter, she had no coat and wore open toed shoes and a loose, cap-sleeved sweater over a lightweight dress. Huddled over, legs and arms crossed, the thin sweater tented her body. If Mona hadn't known the woman, she would have avoided her, and not just because she could see the glow of evil intent from a spell on her.