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When mercenaries tear through her home, failed witch Tuesday Larson is shocked to be saved by a werewolf—and even more surprised that her own abilities have finally emerged. After learning she’s part of a hunted race, can she use her powers to outrun her enemies?
Creatures of the Otherworld #4
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North-West England. In the dark and dangerous Otherworld, monsters lurk among humanity. Supernatural creatures beyond imagination carve out precarious lives in a realm where only the strong survive. Among them are a gifted few with abilities beyond their wildest dreams. As these powerful young women discover their true powers, they find themselves feared... and targeted.
Her heart is broken, and her wrath is boiling over. Will she atone for her violence or fall to darkness?
Tru Dennison is tired of being judged a freak. Sick of monstrous villains wreaking havoc and mayhem on her city, the half-unicorn, half-vampire shifter channels her energy into an undercover role as a black-ops assassin. But when her alluring angel mentor finds her standing over a pile of dead bodies, she’s horrified that her unrequited crush accuses her of serial murder...
When Tuesday met Daisy...
“General manager to homeware.” My radio crackles. I drop my sandwich back onto the plate with a groan and wipe my hands. Honestly, it’s every time I sit down and look at food. That is why I never buy a hot meal. There’s no point. It must be an irate customer, otherwise they wouldn’t bother me during my lunch. Sometimes the customer will only calm down when they speak to the big boss. Even if I repeat, word for word, what has already been said.
“On way,” I answer. The words grind from between my teeth. I only use the fancy radio talk for when I’m talking to the shopping centre security. I get up from the table with a stretch and fold up my lunch, pop it back in the fridge, and with a last gulp of tea, I go and confront the problem.
The store is so busy I must weave around customers. Luckily, nobody asks me for any help. My stomping form and the look of thunder on my face probably puts them off. I try not to let my inside smirk show on my face.
“Peter, open changing rooms four and five, and get another couple of bodies on the tills, please,” I say as I pass. Peter’s eyes widen, and he nods. “Thank you.”
Halfway to homeware, I hear an irate, whiny voice over and above the general store hum.
Oh, here we go...