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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)

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Hale Anderson The Air Weaver. He was the freaking Air Weaver. Not exactly what he expected when he got kidnapped by the pestilents, but Hale’s good rolling with the punches. He can take a little time away from his pursuit of a doctorate in astrophysics to save the world. Except that the final spell is poised to kill all the Weavers and their last hope lies with him finding his soul mate. Hale doesn’t want a soul mate. He just wants Harrison. Harrison William Davenport III As the Keeper of the Heart of the Earth, Harrison must bring the final key to the Weavers if they’re to stop the pestilents. He’s trained for this task his entire life. And he’s prepared to die just like his father did with the last generation of the Weavers. But what if saving the world isn’t enough anymore? What if the only thing that matters is saving Hale? ****Storm Warrior is the final book in The Weavers Circle series. It includes fast-paced action, a dangerous cross-country roadtrip, dirty fun in tents, flying, bi-awakening sexy times, animal shenanigans, nerdy talk about the stars, jealousy, three crazy old ladies, magic, and a fight to save the world!
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Chapter

One

The world exploded…twice.

The first time was when this so-called goddess who smelled like a flower garden in full bloom gave Hale his powers. He wanted to die. His bones were being ground to dust. Muscles pulled so tight they had to be snapping like worn guitar strings. Sucking in a ragged breath, he opened his eyes expecting to see blood seeping out his pores.

But it wasn’t.

Everything looked fine despite the excruciating pain. His new Weaver brothers stood around him with sympathetic expressions, but no one seemed particularly worried or surprised. Oh, wonderful. Mind-melting pain was par for the course. What else had they forgotten to tell him?

The world exploded again.

This time it was a bit more literal, as something like a Molotov cocktail burst through the front door.

Nothing made sense for several seconds. Hale couldn’t move from where he was curled in a ball on the floor, watching from the corner of his eye as the men scrambled to act, their shouting almost blurring together into nonsense.

“Pestilents!”

“Already?”

“The protective barrier fell when Hale got his powers.”

“Fuck! That was fast.”

“Lucien and Baer, take the front of the house. Calder, you’re out back with me. Grey, protect Hale. Mates, remain inside and away from the windows.” At least Clay barking orders was plain enough.

Hale blinked, trying to clear his brain, fogged by the pain. Wincing, he lifted his head to find the three goddesses were nowhere to be seen. Isn’t that nice? Shit goes crazy, and the goddesses disappear. The Weavers had scattered to their designated positions, but he could hear their shouting and the pounding of heavy footsteps around him.

The soul mates were arguing with Clay that they could do more than hide like scared little bunnies.

Nausea swirled in Hale’s stomach, and he struggled to breathe through it. Right now, he wanted to stay in the bunny camp. His limbs were trembling, and cold sweat covered him, sticking his clothes to his frame.

The pain was slowly starting to ease, and he could take deep breaths without it feeling like razor blades were sawing through his lungs, but he wasn’t up for much more than that.

A week. The goddesses had given him one full week to live with his new Weaver brothers in the Savannah house. They’d told him countless stories about the pestilents, who the Weavers were, and even how they’d all been reincarnated dozens of times over the millennia to fight the pestilents.

And yes, maybe he’d wanted to tell the goddesses there was no reason to put off giving him his powers. He was the Air Weaver—not that he had even the slightest clue as to what the hell that meant. He’d joined Calder and Wiley in many hours of idle speculation about what he might be able to do as the Air Weaver.

In all that time, those bastards hadn’t once told him how badly this was going to hurt. Now he wanted to take back all his wishes to get his powers. He was happy to hand them over if it meant he didn’t hurt anymore. Holy hell, he was sure he could feel every follicle in his scalp, and they all hurt.

Very carefully, Hale inched upright until he was seated on his ass and leaning heavily against one of the sofas. Wow. That was a big step forward. Time for a nap.

But he couldn’t just sit there, a useless lump on the carpet. He had to do something. While he might not entirely understand how it was possible that he was a Weaver, it was clear that this was his current path in life and he had to protect these men who called him brother.

Even now, the constant pop of gunfire filled the air, shattering windows and pounding into the side of the house. There was a goose-bump-inducing roar that sent a shiver down Hale’s spine. That had to be Baer.

For a week, he’d enjoyed watching the man change into everything from a hummingbird to an elephant. Sometimes in the evening, he’d shift into a German Shepherd and play with his dog, Ruby, in the yard. It had all been fun, friendly, and magical.

That tiger’s roar was pure deadly.

“Whoa, there!” A gentle hand settled on Hale’s shoulder and carefully restrained him as he attempted to push himself up onto the sofa. It would have been one step closer to actually getting to his feet, but the big Italian man with the sweet smile was trying to ease him to the floor again. “Probably better if you keep down. There are a hell of a lot of windows in this place.”

“I’ve got to do something. I have these powers, right?” Hale argued.

“Yeah, but do you even know how to use them?” Gio replied, his grin becoming a little crooked. “This isn’t the best environment for experimenting.”

That was so very true, but it wasn’t like he could just sit on the floor, twiddling his thumbs while waiting for everyone else to save his ass. He didn’t mind standing back and observing to learn new things, but people’s lives were on the line.

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Tangled Warriors (The Weavers Circle #4) Read Online Jocelynn Drake, Rinda Elliott http://www.wownovels.com/tangled-warriors-the-weavers-circle-4-read-online-jocelynn-drake-rinda-elliott Wed, 29 Sep 2021 10:33:04 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/tangled-warriors-the-weavers-circle-4-read-online-jocelynn-drake-rinda-elliott Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Magic, Paranormal, Romance Authors: Jocelynn Drake, Rinda Elliott Series: The Weavers Circle Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 100
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Lucien Cummings The pestilents are trying to kill him. He’s pretty sure the Water Weaver wants to kill him as well. But after two months of fighting an attraction for a man who couldn’t possibly be his mate, Lucien cracks when he’s pulled into an impulsive threesome with Calder and a sexy man they picked up in a bar. That night was earth shattering. And now he needs to figure out how to keep both men safe and his. Calder Saito Calder doesn’t want to fight his attraction for the Fire Weaver any longer, but they can’t really be soul mates, right? And what about Gio? The sexy man gives him such a feeling of completeness and peace. Could one man really have two soul mates? Gio Russo Can’t he just have them both? Tangled Warriors is the fourth book in the Weavers Circle series. This MMM paranormal romance includes fast-paced action, running through Savannah, secrets, shapeshifting, kidnapping, deadly Girl Scouts, sexy times, insecurity, three crazy old ladies, soul mates, and magic!
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Chapter One

“Get the hell out of the way!” Lucien bellowed.

This was a goddamn disaster. Thousands of people were running everywhere, screaming and clogging up the streets. It was impossible to tell who was a pestilent, who was under the pestilents’ control, and who just happened to be in his way.

And all this was before he could get his fucking books signed.

This was definitely going on the list of worst days ever.

“I’m not in your freaking way,” Calder snapped at him. “I’m protecting your sorry ass.”

Lucien gritted his teeth and turned away from the Water Weaver. He was too tempted to shoot a ball of fire up his ass. They needed to get this crowd sorted and protect Grey’s back while the Soul Weaver freed the innocent humans of pestilent mind control.

It had all started as a normal, beautiful February day. One look at Clay’s grumpy face made it clear that the Earth Weaver didn’t expect it to stay that way, though.

The Savannah Book Festival was a highlight of the winter events calendar in the city, and this year Grey had been invited to be one of the forty guest authors. The Soul Weaver had been reluctant to accept, thanks to the pestilents, but both the man’s agent and publicist, along with the festival committee, had been insistent. They considered Grey a local author now, and he was a best-selling thriller writer. Everyone saw this as a giant win.

Everyone but the Weavers.

The plan at the start of the festival had been to serve as support for Grey. He would give his talk and sign some books. The rest of the Weavers would patrol the three squares where the festival was taking place and quietly remove any pestilents they encountered. They couldn’t allow more to be called.

And yeah, maybe Lucien had brought a few books along to be signed. But these were some of his favorite authors. How many chances was he going to get to see them?

Luckily, Grey had managed to negotiate with the planning committee to have his speech earlier in the day and then follow it almost directly with his book signing. The hope was that by midday Grey would be able to beg off with some kind of excuse of not feeling well, and they’d all leave prior to the pestilents discovering them.

The speech went fine, and Lucien had nearly laughed at how Cort was swooning with pride over his mate.

But things had gone to hell at Grey’s signing when one of the “fans” attempted to attack Grey with a knife. Cort and Baer had grabbed the woman, saving Grey from receiving more than a little scrape on his arm. Grey removed the mind-control spell, and the poor woman had no idea what was going on or how it had all happened.

Unfortunately, the damage was done. The attack had been like the firing of a starter pistol. Telfair Square was suddenly flooded with pestilents and people controlled by the pestilents. There was zero attempt on the part of the Weavers to hide their powers. They couldn’t and expect to survive.

Fire danced from Lucien’s fingertips, encircling Grey as he worked to remove the pestilent spell from one person after another. Clay ordered Baer to get Dane, Wiley, and Cort to the car. A pestilent fight was no place for the mates. While they might have received powers from their partners, they generally weren’t the types to help them in a fight. Cort was starting to learn to remove the mind-control spell from humans, but he needed more practice that didn’t include screaming chaos.

Clay was searching for pestilents while Lucien and Calder were stuck on guard duty, keeping Grey safe while he saved humans.

Unfortunately, Calder was making a goddamn mess with the water he was whipping around. It was impressive since Telfair Square didn’t have a fountain like many of the other historic squares. From what he could guess, Calder had cobbled together his endless wall of water from the various drink stations, bottles of water everyone had been carrying, and even from the ground.

More water splashed across his wall of flames, extinguishing a small section and leaving Grey briefly vulnerable.

“Calder!” Lucien roared.

“Lucien!” Calder shouted with what sounded like equal irritation. “I’m trying to keep the people at bay without killing them. Can you say the same?” Even as he spoke, a seven-foot-tall wave that looked almost like a hand swept in, cradling three people as they nearly stumbled into Lucien’s wall of flames. The watery hand safely carried them to a separate path out of the square and set them on their feet again.

Yeah, maybe his flames were better at offense than defense if they weren’t actually trying to kill a lot of people, but they were keeping Grey safe.

“The point is to keep Grey safe so he can work!”

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Blind Warrior (The Weavers Circle #3) Read Online Jocelynn Drake, Rinda Elliott http://www.wownovels.com/blind-warrior-the-weavers-circle-3-read-online-jocelynn-drake-rinda-elliott Sat, 28 Nov 2020 19:44:01 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/blind-warrior-the-weavers-circle-3-read-online-jocelynn-drake-rinda-elliott Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Magic, Paranormal, Romance Authors: Jocelynn Drake, Rinda Elliott Series: Rinda Elliott
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Grey Ackles The Soul Weaver feels useless. A burden endangering his brothers. The last battle with the pestilents cost Grey his sight and powers. Now he’s dependent on his vision rehabilitation therapist Cort to learn how to function on a daily basis. But as he grows closer to Cort, Grey is left wanting his powers back for a new reason—how will he ever know if the man he’s falling for is actually his soul mate? Cort Newton There is some really weird stuff going on at that house. Spell books, guns, and a giraffe in the backyard? But no matter how strange it gets, Cort is not going to leave the grumpy writer. Adjusting to sudden blindness is hard for everyone, but Grey clearly has deeper reason for needing his vision back at any cost. Cort just wished Grey would confide in him. Even with Grey’s secrets, Cort has never been drawn to a man like he is with Grey and he will do anything to keep this man safe. Blind Warrior is the third book in the Weavers Circle series. It includes fast-paced action, running through Savannah, secrets, shapeshifting, brainwashed assassins, a gorilla, sexy times, fun with water, insecurity, three crazy old ladies, and magic!
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Chapter 1

Grey Ackles was blind.

The doctor had used more technical terms, such as “optic pathway trauma” and “post-traumatic vision syndrome,” but none of it meant anything to him. It all boiled down to the same thing—he was blind.

The visual world had become a dark, overwhelming place since he’d been hurt the week before in a battle against the pestilents. The bastards had been stopped for now, and the Weavers had all survived, but the trade-off was that he’d been left without his sight.

As it was, he’d confounded the doctor because his friend Dane had managed to partially heal him. There were still lingering signs of a concussion and some bruising that was still fading, just enough of an injury that they could say Grey had been in a car accident. It wasn’t like they could tell the doctor that they’d fought a madwoman from another dimension who could control animals and that Grey had been caught in an explosion when he’d saved the soul mate of a guy who’d been a lion at the time. Yeah, not only would they not fix his sight, but they’d lock him up for being insane.

But if the Weavers’ resident healer could fix broken bones, concussions, and bullet holes, why the hell couldn’t he heal broken eyes?

Grey wanted to believe Dane would fix his eyes, but frustration and anger still ate at him, leaving his patience microscopically short. He didn’t do helpless. He didn’t depend on others.

But here he was, unable to do the simplest of things. He couldn’t even pour a damn glass of water without making an enormous mess. He had to stick his finger in the glass just to keep from spilling everywhere.

And the doctors wanted to do all these tests, trying to figure out why he’d gone blind when he didn’t show the usual head trauma. But he couldn’t do all the tests without raising a lot of red flags. The Weavers had to protect their secrets, and the freaking Soul Weaver couldn’t wipe any memories because he was fucking blind!

As it was, he’d walked out of the appointment when it was clear the doctor couldn’t do any more to restore his vision.

Now, sitting in the back seat of Baer’s Jeep as Lucien and Baer took him home, Grey turned his face toward the window, feeling the sun on his skin, but no change in what he could see. This part of Georgia was beautiful, too. It sucked missing out on the stands of live oaks with their moss-heavy limbs. He hated not seeing the sun sparkling on the landscape. Winter was on its way, and though they didn’t have heavy winters, he hated missing out on the last of fall. He could only imagine the plethora of November colors in the trees and landscape.

All he had was darkness.

“You sure you don’t want to let them do the MRI and CT scan?” Baer asked.

The seat squeaked as Baer turned in the front passenger seat to speak to him, his voice sounding closer.

Wait. Lucien was driving Baer’s Jeep? That was odd.

Baer’s red hair would have been dancing in the wind from the open windows, and his green eyes would likely be clouded with worry. Still, when Grey looked in that direction, he saw nothing. Panic rose in his chest, threatening to swamp him. He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’m sure. How could I explain the missing injuries when they looked at my head? ‘Oh yeah, I’ve got this friend who uses magic to heal people. He just couldn’t fix my eyes.’ ”

Baer cursed softly under his breath, and the chair squeaked again as he likely shifted to look forward. With Grey’s sight gone, his perception of the world had greatly changed. There was none of this heightened-senses bullshit, not like in the comics, but he was more aware of how things sounded or smelled than he’d ever been before. For instance, he could smell the fall air coming in from Baer’s open window—someone must have been burning leaves, because the smell of wood smoke flavored the air. The scent of Lucien’s faint spicy cologne drifted past him here and there, caught on the breeze.

“It’s probably for the best,” Lucien said as he flipped on a blinker, creating a persistent clicking. “Did he offer any potential solutions? Surgery?”

“No,” Grey answered. “He mentioned rest. Giving my body some time to heal. But he wasn’t willing to offer anything else without all the tests.” Grey sighed and rubbed his sore eyes with one hand. They were dry and itchy. He wasn’t blinking enough, apparently. “I’m hoping none of that will be necessary. Wiley’s bound to find a good healing spell.” Baer’s mate had been poring over the spell books, trying to find the right incantation. They’d tried one already, but there had been no improvement in Grey’s vision.

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Wild Warrior Read online Jocelynn Drake, Rinda Elliott (The Weavers Circle #2) http://www.wownovels.com/wild-warrior-2-read-online-jocelynn-drake-rinda-elliott Sat, 30 May 2020 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/wild-warrior-2-read-online-jocelynn-drake-rinda-elliott Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Magic, Paranormal, Romance Authors: Jocelynn Drake, Rinda Elliott Series: The Weavers Circle Series by Jocelynn Drake
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Total pages in book: 122
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Baer Manning What happens when Baer spills his big secret about monsters and magic to a total stranger? Chaos. In Baer’s defense, he really thought Wiley was a lost brother. This case of mistaken identity forces the cute artist to stay at the plantation house for his own protection while they search for a way to take down a witch. Wiley Stuart He never should have gotten in Baer’s Jeep. But in Wiley’s defense, Baer is really sexy. And funny. And so sweet. And did he mention sexy? All his life he’d dreamed of superheroes and a life of action. He just never expected to find himself swept up into a world filled with monsters and goddesses. Wiley will do anything to stay with this magical band of brothers and help them with their fight. He just wished he could be Baer’s soul mate. Wild Warrior is the second book in the Weavers Circle series. It includes fast-paced action, running through Savannah, secrets, swimming pool fun, shapeshifting, an elephant, sexy times, lots of snakes, insecurity, three crazy old ladies, and magic!
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Chapter 1

The cool early morning air ruffled Baer’s red hair as he drove along the empty road. Bits of orange, red, and yellow were starting to peek out among the dense green leaves. At this point in early October, fall would be much further along in Colorado. Summer would be a distant memory, and the mountain towns would be planning for their first snow and the start of ski season.

But here in southern Georgia, they were just escaping the brutal grip of summer’s bone-melting heat.

And by some evil twist of fate, he was out at the crack of dawn, getting doughnuts for himself and his “brothers.”

He blamed Jo.

The goddess appeared right after dinner in a pair of bright-blue linen slacks and a floral blouse. They were sitting around on the patio, sipping beers and lazily chatting about nothing at all. Earlier in the day, they’d finished moving his Weaver brother Grey to the apartments over the garage now that Dane was fully settled in the master suite with his mate, Clay. The Soul Weaver needed the added distance to give himself a mental break. His powers blessed him with the ability to hear thoughts and emotions far too clearly and naturally, so he needed a respite from the added noise in his brain.

Flopping down on one of the spare seats, Jo gave her usual warm, loving smile that made her blue eyes twinkle as she brought up that “pumpkin spice everything” was starting to show up in all the local stores. Baer wasn’t an enormous fan of the flavor, but then she started in on these special artisan pumpkin doughnuts that could only be found at this one special bakery in the middle of nowhere.

When she was done waxing poetic on those damn doughnuts, they were all craving them, but none of them were exactly excited about getting up at the crack of dawn to fetch them before they sold out.

Straws were drawn, and Baer was the “lucky” winner.

He should have brought Ruby.

The German shepherd usually liked car rides and she was great company, particularly now that he could understand her thoughts—a gift of being the Animal Weaver. But after letting her out for her morning bathroom break while he made coffee, his faithful companion found a patch of early sun to stretch out in and refused to budge as it warmed her brown and black coat. He was running this errand solo.

Following Jo’s directions, he reached the tiny strip mall in the middle of nowhere without a problem. Along with a gas station possessing just four pumps, there was a beauty salon, a liquor store, and a bakery. As he pulled into the parking lot filled with about a half dozen cars, he was hit with the wonderful scent of sugar and cinnamon.

Okay, so getting up early and the drive were pains in the ass, but he had a feeling it would all be worth it when he bit into that sweet, cake-y goodness. Would two dozen doughnuts even be enough between the four of them?

Climbing out of the Jeep, Baer sucked in a deep breath and stretched his arms above his head. Birds were chirping in the nearby trees, and there was a low buzz from the insects. Cars were few on the road, allowing the peace of nature around him to sink in. After several months, he was getting better with his powers. He could easily dial down the constant chatter from the closest animals to white noise. The only ones he was clearly picking up were a cluster of pigeons sitting on wires nearby, anxiously waiting to see if anyone was going to drop something yummy for their breakfast.

As he rested his arms at his sides, a black-and-white Mini Cooper pulled into an open spot two down from his Jeep. The morning took an immediate positive turn as the most adorable guy stepped out of it. Short and slender with spiky blond hair, the man looked sweet with his dark-rimmed glasses and slightly crooked grin. He was wearing cargo shorts and a T-shirt with Captain America’s shield on the front. Definitely rocking the nerdy-chic vibe hard, and it worked for the stranger.

Those beautiful eyes widened when they looked at Baer, and his pale pink lips parted in a silent O. That was a nice ego boost. Baer was pretty sure his shoulder-length red hair was thoroughly windblown, and he’d just grabbed a plain gray T-shirt and jeans this morning before stumbling down the stairs for coffee. He ran a hand over his jaw to find his whiskers were thicker than he’d preferred, but the charming twink didn’t seem to mind.

Blinking once, the stranger flashed Baer an awkward smile before looking away, a blush of embarrassment painting his cheeks. The guy wasn’t the usual type he fooled around with. Oh, Baer definitely liked all types, but recently he’d been going for the bigger, burlier bears who liked to growl and manhandle.

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Clay Green A brotherhood? Monsters? Goddesses? Magic? The world has become a strange place. After a life on the run, Clay Green is rescued by a crazy old lady with a shotgun and an even crazier story about monsters, goddesses, and a secret brotherhood. Gifted with the power of the earth, Clay must locate his missing “brothers” before invading monsters can destroy everything. As if that’s not enough to contend with, Clay can’t keep his hands off the man trying to rebuild the plantation house he’s temporarily living in. Dane Briggs Something strange is going on… Dane knew restoring the old plantation house wasn’t going to be an easy job, but at least none of the clients were going to be underfoot. Since losing his wife and child, the only way Dane can keep going is to focus on the work. But that focus crumbles the second Clay appears covered in blood and barely hanging on to life. Mystery and danger cling to Clay and the other men who suddenly show up. A smart man would walk away. Dane chucks smart out the window in favor of hungry kisses and the silken slide of skin against skin. He doesn’t understand what’s happening, but there’s no question that Clay needs him. He’s just not sure his heart can survive being broken again if something happens to Clay. Broken Warrior is the first book in The Weavers Circle series. It includes fast-paced action, explosions, hurt/comfort, sexy times, animal shenanigans, wounded hearts, three crazy old ladies, and magic!
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Chapter 1

Clay tripped.

His body refused to work right. He stumbled, his feet struggling with empty air and even pavement.

The world tilted again, and his shoulder slammed into a rough brick wall, but the flash of pain was nothing compared to his head. Fuck, my head.

Pain sliced through his temples and pierced his eyes. He could barely make out the trash-strewn alley with its piles of battered garbage cans and heaps of refuse. Filthy brick walls stood on either side of him. A little light tried to push against the darkness.

It would have been better off if he couldn’t see at all.

No, he needed to see. They were after him again.

Clay squeezed his eyes shut and focused on breathing for a few seconds. Stress always made the headaches worse. Something was squeezing his fucking brain out his damn ears like cold macaroni. Rank odors of rotten food, urine, and…God, he didn’t even fucking know rose up to tease his nose. A good distraction from the pain.

After a few breaths, the headache receded enough for him to blink his eyes open. It was his third in as many days. Not only were they becoming more frequent, but the intensity was increasing. The over-the-counter drugs barely made a dent anymore.

A smart person would go to the doctor and check to make sure he didn’t have a fucking tumor growing. But no insurance meant no costly scans. And he sure as shit couldn’t settle in one place long enough to find a doctor to have a look at his head.

No point in trying to get his head fixed if some assholes were waiting around the corner to cut it off.

He didn’t even know who they were. They first appeared six months ago when he was passing through Cleveland. He’d taken a job bouncing at a downtown bar with a less than pristine reputation. Three guys came in and watched him no matter where he went in the club. Malice rolled off them in sickening waves. His skin had crawled; his stomach had churned.

And then there was the smell.

He’d not gotten too close, but it was like they’d bathed in rotten meat. The godawful stench had crept across the bar and sought him out. None of his coworkers or even the customers seemed to notice it. But the damn smell had forced him outside again and again so he could breathe.

But despite their vigilant gazes, they never came near him. When he finally got up the nerve to approach them, they left.

They returned the next night and followed him to his car, but this time, their numbers had doubled to six. Clay fucking ran. He might know how to handle himself in a fight, but it was suicide to fight six assholes alone.

The next time he was scheduled to work, the goddamn bar went up in flames. Three of them grabbed him as he tried to get people out. He barely escaped with his life, but those three burned with the building.

Six months of running, and he still had no idea who was chasing him or why. The only thing he was sure of was that they wanted him dead. That was the only information he could get out of them. The people changed, and so did their numbers: sometimes it was three or six or eight, but never only one.

The constant travel wasn’t out of the norm. Since leaving home at eighteen, he’d crisscrossed the United States twice, never staying in one place for more than a few months at a time. Just long enough to earn money for food and gas to get him to the next city.

But he could do without constantly looking over his shoulder.

His nose was now perpetually tuned to pick up that smell of dead, rotting meat wafting in the air.

Sometimes he was even lucky enough to spot them before they spotted him.

Today wasn’t one of those days.

He’d stopped at a mom-and-pop grocery store for some protein bars and toothpaste. Money was running low. Down to his last fifty bucks. Too much running and not enough working.

Standing in the rear of the store, he frowned at the various boxes of toothpaste. Had life been shitty enough recently to spring for the pricier name brand? Clay scrubbed a hand over his face and nearly laughed. It was a sad day when the brand of toothpaste was considered a treat.

No. Not a treat.

He grabbed a box of the cheap shit and headed to the cash register, but he halted before he got more than a few feet. They’d left one guy at the door. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a completely forgettable face. But they all seemed utterly forgettable. The fucker smiled, and Clay backpedaled.

Weaving through aisles, heart pounding like it wanted to bust out of his chest, he worked his way to the rear of the store. He had to get out of there and to his car. Find some other nowhere town in Georgia to get his toothpaste and protein bars.

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