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  “There are other worlds to explore, now.” He sighed. “I do not think I would like to be looked upon as a god again. Too much responsibility.”

  “Yeah,” Melinda said. “And messy, when you think about all the human sacrifices…”

  “No such rituals occurred under my reign,” Roth said with an indignant snort. “You confuse me with someone else.”

  “My bad.” Melinda turned in his arms and plucked at one of the buttons on his blue chambray shirt, fighting the urge to open one more and expose the full expanse of his hard chest.

  “So, I guess you’ll be taking off soon to go check out those other planets…”

  She found it difficult to look into his eyes, knowing he would see the doubts that had started to surface since they returned to Earth.

  He touched her under the chin with one finger and gently forced her to lift her head.

  “You hide your mind from me,” he said, “and yet I feel your sorrow.” His brows drew together in a frown. “What troubles you?”

  She could have let him see for himself, connect to his energy and allow him to feel her pain as she had once felt his.

  “Hearing you talk about other worlds,” she said. “You’re an explorer. That’s what you were always meant to be – out there in space, making new discoveries…maybe even finding a way to help your people rejuvenate without having to trick women into being sex slaves.” She grimaced. “I guess I’m just afraid it’s all going to end, now.”

  “What will end?”

  “This. Us.” Melinda gave a hopeless shrug and shook her head. “You’re eternal, but what am I?” She smiled and finally managed to look up into his eyes. “I want the best for you…but I’m also going to miss you.”

  Roth stared at her. A rumbling laugh rose from his chest like the roll of thunder on a distant horizon.

  “Still as ignorant as the day we first met,” he said, with a teasing grin. He placed his hands on her shoulders. “As I have told you before, you are mine. You belong to me – but I also belong to you. Our souls are entwined and cannot be separated. Where I go, you go.”

  She blinked. “Are you saying you want me to travel the universe with you?”

  “Of course.” Roth gazed into her eyes and opened his own mind, allowing all his thoughts and feelings to flow forth like a gentle stream, warm and comforting.

  “I spent so many years being angry and rebellious,” he whispered, “I forgot how to be tender and kind.” He smiled. “Then I met you. You unearthed my broken heart, pulled it from the grave and gave life to it once more. You have reminded me how to love. For that and so much more, I will always need you, Melinda. Never leave me.”

  Hearing someone say they needed her, to know she held a place of importance in someone else’s life, filled Melinda with a profound feeling of contentment. Something else he said caught her attention.

  “Hang on,” she said. “Did you just say...I reminded you how to love?”

  “Yes.”

  I need to hear him say it, she thought. I need to know it’s real. She had held off using the words herself, even as she began falling for him. Deep down, despite all that talk about bonding and connections and shared energy, she still did not believe she would ever be capable of finding a special place in another person’s heart.

  Maybe you need to say it first. Even if you’ve been hurt a million times over by everyone you ever said it to, before.

  “Melinda?” Roth looked at her, head tilted slightly. “Are you all right?”

  “I love you,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.

  Roth blinked. Melinda braced herself, certain that she had just ruined everything.

  Then he said, “I love you, too.”

  Startled, Melinda raised her head and stared at him. “R-really?”

  He chuckled. “I see you have reverted to your former habit of not listening to me. Have you truly heard nothing I have said to you? I tell you I need you, I cannot live without you, I want you with me always.”

  He spread his arms, palms up, and looked around. “Shall I shout it to the world?” He cupped his hands around his mouth and, drawing a deep breath, began to bellow, “I lo—“

  “Okay!” Melinda grabbed at his wrists and yanked his hands down. She still didn’t know if they had permission to be up here… “All right. I believe you. You love me.”

  He loves me! On impulse, she reached up, took hold of Roth’s face, and pulled him down to give him a quick, firm kiss on the lips.

  “I’m still trying to get a handle on this ‘listening’ thing. Just…be patient with me. I’ve got a lot of years’ worth of issues to clear out.”

  “I will endeavor to assist you in any way possible.” Enfolding her in his arms, Roth covered her mouth with his in a deep and passionate kiss that lasted several minutes.

  “Guess we should be going,” Melinda said when they separated. She looked back the way they had come and grunted. “Hm. Well, unless you want to do your little teleportation trick, I have a feeling the climb back down is going to take longer than the climb up.”

  “Why climb,” Roth asked, “when we can fly?”

  As Melinda watched, he unfurled his wings, momentarily blocking out the sun as they flexed up and outward from his shoulders.

  “Oh my God,” she said. “Are you serious?”

  “Are you afraid?” Roth challenged.

  Melinda looked up at him. She saw the love in his eyes, and the smile on his lips made her break into a grin.

  “Not with you,” she said. She snaked her arms around his neck. “Fly, Dragon-man.”

  Locking his arms around her, Roth sprang into the air, his great wings beating. As they shot up through the clouds, Melinda let out a whoop of delight. She didn’t look down.

  And she never looked back, either.

  *****

  THE END

  Mated to the Bad Boy Bear

  Description

  When a gang of mobsters begins stealing young girls for human trafficking a ruthless bear-shifter and a brainy bartender must put aside their differences to go after the bad guys and bring the girls home alive.

  Zuri Hayes has dreams of a better life. Stuck in a small town overrun with drugs and petty crime she reads through her days and bartends at night to save for her great escape. One night when she returns from the bar she sees her young neighbor being forcibly taken by a new brand of criminal. Human traffickers. Zuri quickly decides that she will do whatever it takes to get her young neighbor back safe and alive.

  Chaz Colton is the ruthless enforcer of the local motorcycle club. A bear shifter with nothing to lose and no feelings to hurt, he is willing to be cold and heartless to get what he wants. There is only one caveat; he won’t shift into his bear form to get it. Since losing the love of his life Chaz hasn’t shifted to his bear form and he doesn’t plan to ever again.

  As Zuri and Chaz team up for a perilous rescue mission, they must both step out of their comfort zones and step up to a dangerous undertaking. Zuri and Chaz realize that it will take more than pure animal muscle if they are to bring down the vicious wolf shifters, it will take teamwork.

  Chapter One

  Zuri dropped her worn copy of The Sun Also Rises into her bag and opened the door to her apartment. She jogged down the old orange-carpeted stairs and out into the evening.

  She stopped at her stoop to double check that she had her cell phone, mace, bear spray, and panic alarm.

  “Hi Zuri.” A soft voice tinkled up to Zuri and she looked down to see the fresh face of her young neighbor.

  “Ava,” Zuri said the girl’s name and walked down to the street. Ava, her brother and mother lived in the apartment above Zuri’s. Ava was 17 and turning into a beautiful young woman. Her round face and alert eyes could regularly be seen devouring textbooks, volumes of history, and only occasionally stuck in her phone.

  “How is school?” Zuri pushed her bag over her head and around her body. “Any news about colleges yet?” />
  Ava shook her head. “No and the waiting is killing me,” she said in the overdramatic manner of her age.

  “I doubt you have anything to worry about.”

  “It’s the scholarships that will be the real news though, without them it won’t matter where I get in.” Zuri could see the anxiety in the girl’s face and pang of understanding and compassion went out to her. There was something about Ava that reminded Zuri of herself. It felt like a hundred years since Zuri had been having the same worries. In the end it hadn’t mattered. Zuri had received scholarships to three of her five top schools but her mother’s battle with addiction and eventual overdose had kept her from going to school at all.

  “Cogent?” Zuri tested.

  “A clear and logical argument.” Ava picked up the game. The year before they’d begun the game to help Ava prepare for her SATS.

  “Loquacious?” Zuri continued.

  “The locker room was full of loquacious arguments over which was the best brand of mascara,” Ava said before laughing at herself.

  “If you had your choice right now, which school would it be?”

  “That’s easy,” Zack, Ava’s brother, said as he came up behind Ava. “She’s gaga for Oregon State.”

  Zack’s hair swung over his forehead and part of his face and he spent a considerable amount of time trying to keep it out of his eyes.

  “If I went to Oregon State I could still see you and mom whenever I wanted,” Ava said back to her brother.

  Zuri tapped her forefinger on Ava’s shoulder. “Well, I have a very good feeling about it. Don’t fret too much, huh?”

  “You going to work?” Zack asked. Zuri remembered only a few years ago when Zack had barely come up to her shoulders, he’d sprouted in the last year and now Zuri had to look up when she talked to him.

  “Yup, I’ll see you two another day. Say hi to your mom for me.” Zuri gave a forearm high five to both brother and sister. They had thought it hilarious when they’d first conceived the idea of their very own handshake and now it was something they did all the time.

  Zuri headed down the sidewalk and looked back to her stoop once to make sure Ava and Zack had safely entered their building.

  If she had her own way she would help all the kids in town the way she’d help Ava. Zuri knew that getting a good education was the secret to getting out of Cliffs. Instead, too many kids ended up with needles in their arms, on the streets selling drugs, girls selling their bodies for a quick buck. Ava was proof that a better life could be had with hard work and a little dedication.

  An empty soda can rolled along the sidewalk with the fresh Oregon air. Zuri bent and picked it up. She turned and threw the can six feet where it slipped perfectly into a community trash bin.

  A whistle passed through the air and she forced herself to ignore it. She had learned a long time ago that it was pointless to respond to the usual whistles, catcalls, and kissing noises she heard when she walked along her neighborhood streets.

  The year she turned fifteen, when her hips and butt blossomed into the full figure of a woman, Zuri had learned that her body was going to be noticed by men.

  The Smoke Stack was only a few blocks from her apartment building and she would have enjoyed the walk if she weren’t constantly forced to defend her own space. A car passed her with music flowing loudly from its lowered windows. She turned up her own music and let the sounds of the world disappear.

  Music had long been her escape. It closed her off from the world that threatened at every turn to overtake her.

  Out of the corner of her eye Zuri saw a hunched older figure walking toward her. She pulled out her earbuds.

  “How are you doing today, Mrs. Perez?” Zuri spoke loudly, knowing that the older woman was nearly deaf in both ears.

  “Huh?” The creased and wrinkled face looked up at her and Zuri smiled.

  “You good?”

  Mrs. Perez smiled back and nodded, “Good, good.”

  “Ok, you have a great night.” Zuri patted the curved and bent shoulder. She watched as Mrs. Perez shuffled away, a plastic bag swinging from one arm.

  A roar startled Zuri and she turned to see a man start his motorcycle. He was handsome in a rugged way. She recognized the man, thick unkempt brown hair, jaw covered in stubble. His dark eyes turned toward her and Zuri quickly looked away. He was a shifter and one of the leaders of Magus Motorcycle Club. She knew enough to know that the man was dangerous. He was quiet, she’d only seen him at the Smoke Stack a few times and he’d barely said anything.

  Magus was a dangerous group and Zuri knew to keep her distance. She heard stories about people who had gotten on the wrong side of Magus. The usually ended up in traction, minus a few fingers and toes. She hadn’t heard of them being violent to innocents or bystanders, but she didn’t want to test it.

  She picked up her step and rounded the block.

  The bar was just beginning to get busy. In a few hours she knew it would be overflowing.

  “Greg.” She acknowledged the bar’s owner, who was leaning over the bar top counting out bills.

  The Smoke Stack was known as a rowdy shifter bar. She saw the same faces day after day. She’d become an expert at being friendly without being personal. Soon after she’d started working as a bartender the regulars figured out that they wouldn’t be taking her home and they’d stopped pursuing her in earnest. She still got plenty of flirtations and plenty of pickup lines but everyone knew that Zuri was not on the menu.

  She put a hand through her thick black curls. Her hair framed her mocha face well and highlighted the high cheekbones given to her by her mother, one of the only things she was happy to have inherited from the woman.

  “Big night tonight,” Greg said as he walked up to Zuri.

  Zuri pushed her bag under the counter and looked at her boss. “What’s going on tonight?”

  “Some Ukrainian wolf shifters are in town, causing problems. The Magus are all up in arms.” Greg looked excited by the news. “They were here a bunch of years back, got into some dark stuff, but Magus outnumbered them four to one. Seems they came back prepared, Magus might be outnumbered this time.”

  “Hmm.” Zuri tried not to get involved in the underbelly of her neighborhood. She would be leaving as soon as she had enough money and then nothing that went on in Cliffs would be of any consequence in her life. If she could take every kid like Ava with her she would, but she couldn’t, so she just had to take care of herself.

  “Have you seen any of them?” Greg asked.

  “Any of who?” Zuri turned her attention a group of dirty glasses.

  “The Ukrainian mobsters,” Greg opened his eyes wide.

  “Nope.” Zuri turned away. Truthfully she had noticed some new men in town. It did worry her, because no one who came into Cliffs was there for a good reason. Her goal was to ignore it to the best of her ability and when in doubt use the can of mace in her bag.

  She could feel Greg staring at her but she kept her focus on her hands. She pushed the dirty glasses into the warm soapy water.

  “Well, I will be prepared for a busy night,” Zuri said to appease him.

  “You’ll tell me if you hear anything? The guys are always trying to talk to you…”

  Zuri looked up at him. “Why do you care so much?”

  “I care about my neighborhood.” Greg gave an offended look and Zuri pursed her lips. She knew enough about Greg to know that there was no part of him that cared about the neighborhood. He cared about himself and his bottom line.

  “Right,” Zuri said nodding, “or maybe you think they are going to take over Cliffs and you want to be on the winning side.”

  Greg threw a rag over his shoulder and crossed his arms over his chest before he turned and walked away.

  Five hours later Zuri knew that Greg hadn’t been exaggerating. The bar was busier than she’d ever seen it. It felt like the entire Magus club was present and accounted for. Every time she thought it couldn’t get any busier she heard
the roar of more motorcycle engines pulling up outside. The men spilled out onto the front walkway. The pool table in the back was being used as extra counter space for the men to put their drinks on.

  “…and can I get some wings too?” The young man looked over Zuri’s body as he asked.

  “Sure thing.” She pushed a beer toward him.

  She found herself wondering about the man she’d seen earlier in the day. The handsome moody one. She scanned the room looking for him but he was decidedly absent.

  Zuri chastened herself for even thinking about it.

  “Big Joe, what can I get you?” Zuri leaned over close to Big Joe. He already reeked of beer and Zuri assumed he’d spilled half of his drinks on himself during the night.

  Joe was called “Big Joe” for a good reason. He was a burly, hulk of a man. Like all of the Magus members he was a bear shifter and had the dark eyes and strength to prove it. She’d seen him turn over a heavy oak table with an accidental hand gesture. Despite his strength he was a soft-spoken and almost shy.

  “Same.” He smiled at Zuri.

  There was a huge commotion at the front of the bar and without thinking Zuri ran around the counter. The key to bar fights, which weren’t unfamiliar territory at the Smoke Stack, was to cut them off early, before anyone shifted. Once a bear unleashed in the same space, it was impossible to do anything but watch or run for cover.

  She pushed her way through a group of four men to see a man she’d never seen before. He was blond, tall, with icy blue gray eyes. Zuri couldn’t tell exactly what was going on, only that the man was standing face-to-face and eye-to-eye with one of the more hot headed members of Magus.

  “Why don’t you say that again?” The new guy moved forward and pushed the other man.

  The other man pushed back.

  “Hey,” Zuri yelled and moved between the two men. “What the hell is going on?” She pushed her hands between them, one hand in front of each heaving chest.

  “This asshole was just leaving.” The Magus member practically spat the words.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” the outsider said. He moved closer to Zuri and she had a fleeting moment of panic. If either man shifted she was a goner.