Weird Girls # 4
By: Cecy Robson
Releasing November 18th, 2014
The Weird Girls return in another edge-of-your-seat novel from Cecy Robson! Just when Celia thinks the supernatural world can’t turn deadlier, a new rival emerges, proving just how dangerous a power-hungry were can be.
Since being cursed with unique abilities, Celia Wird and her three sisters have fought the most bloodthirsty preternaturals in the Lake Tahoe region. But Celia’s greatest threat is someone she would have never suspected: Anara, a werewolf Elder who has allowed his hatred for Celia to spiral out of control. In a play for dominance, Anara tortures Celia and gives her an ultimatum: sever her mate bond with pureblood were Aric—or Anara will kill everyone she loves.
From the instant they met, Celia and Aric have shared an attraction that cannot be tamed. So keeping Aric away is impossible, and Aric would sooner die than allow anyone to hurt the woman he loves. Misha, master vampire and Celia’s sworn protector, also finds his way into the chaos, seeking blood from those who have harmed her.
Now Celia and her sisters are caught in the middle of a war driven by lust, fueled by hatred, and destined to end in tragedy. For Anara is a force to be reckoned with, and he will not succumb without robbing Celia of those who hold her heart.
Praise for the Weird Girls series
“One of my favorite books series . . . so much action, so much violence and, oh, the lust radiating off of our heroes . . . I definitely recommend this series for lovers of all things paranormal and awesome.”—USA Today
“[With Robson’s] edgy, witty and modern style of storytelling, the reader will be drawn deep into this quirky paranormal world. . . . Strong pacing, constant action and distinctive, appealing characters—including a gutsy heroine—will no doubt keep you invested.”—RT Book Reviews
“A healthy dose of humor, a heaping dash of the supernatural, and a pinch of mystery all laced with a heavy dollop of action . . . Robson knows how to combine all the best ingredients to keep her readers hooked and begging for another hit.”—Fresh Fiction
The gates had barely parted when several vampires disappeared toward the immense
Mountain Craftsman mansion. Liam powered through the entrance and over the bridge. He swerved onto the circular stone driveway just as Misha sprinted down the stone steps, followed by Agnes, Maria, Liz, and Edith. The she-vamps wore their usual Catholic school uniforms. I always thought they looked creepy, but most males found it hot. Misha wore only black suit pants. I had probably arrived at a bad time.
My seat belt had just slid across my chest when Misha flung open the door and lifted me from the seat. Misha was about one hundred and forty years old. He normally didn’t swear much, but, boy, he did then. His light Russian accent clipped every four-letter word.
Liam leapt out of the car and stormed toward us. “Keep your hands off her! She’s only here for Emme.”
“Shut up, hound. Emme is out, I will tend to her.”
The schoolgirls blocked Liam when he charged, hissing through their elongating fangs. Daylight or dead of night, it didn’t matter, the vamps were always ready to fight—especially weres who threatened their master.
“Don’t hurt him,” I croaked.
Misha responded in an ultra-deep, pissed-off voice. “No harm shall come to him so long as he knows his place.” His eyes softened as they took me in. Without turning from my sight, he motioned to the crowd of vampires. “You three—locate Emme Wird and bring her back, now.”
I placed my hand on his shoulder and squeaked out my words. “Misha, I don’t want anything to happen to Liam.”
Misha caressed my throat. “Rest your voice, my love. All will be well.”
I glanced at Liam one last time before Misha rushed us inside. Liam hated vampires. As a member of the Alliance, he’d fought alongside them and the witch clans to help destroy the Tribe. They’d worked together because they had to—not because they enjoyed it.
We entered Misha’s chambers faster than I could take my next breath. Two sultry and very naked women lounged on his mammoth bed. “Leave us,” he told them.
Misha shouted orders before his dinner and dessert could bolt. Edith removed my boots and socks while Misha carried me into the bathroom, her master’s stress making her anxious. Maria filled the round tub and added salts that sizzled with hints of dry mint and thyme—the aroma of witch medicine.
Liz swept in, her arms packed with the first-aid supplies Misha had requested. As a former nurse, I thought Misha would allow me to dress my wounds. Sometimes I could kick my own ass for being so naïve. Misha tore off my clothes in one hard pull. As I stood there wearing only my tiny panties, I had the feeling he’d done this before.
I tried to cover my breasts with my arms and long hair. “Misha, what are you doing?”
“Get on your knees.”
“Kitten, you must round your back. It’s the only way to remove the glass embedded in your skin. Now do as I ask.” I sighed and looked to my closest Catholic schoolgirl.
“Maria, may I have a towel, please.”
She stopped in the middle of adding more salts and frowned. “For what?” she asked in her thick Brazilian accent.
“To cover myself.”
My request seemed to confuse her. “Why? It’s not like de master hasn’t seen you naked before.”
My face heated. “Just pass me a damn towel!”
Cecy Robson is the New Adult author of Once Perfect, Once Loved, and Once Pure and the award-winning author of the Weird Girls urban fantasy romance series. A self-proclaimed professional napper, Cecy counts among her talents a jaw-dropping knowledge of useless trivia, the ability to make her hair big, and a knack for breaking into song despite her family’s vehement protests. A full-time writer, registered nurse, wife, and mother living in the Great Northwest, Cecy enjoys spending time with her family and silencing the yappy characters in her head by telling their stories.
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