Arcane Shot 1 Something About Joey W. Hill

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FIRE BURN, AND cauldron bubble.The Macbeth quote fit to a fucking T as Ruby stared through the ten-power Nightforce scope of the McMillan 50-caliber military-grade sniper rifle and saw 100 percent trouble coming her way.Complete with battered cowboy hat, his own Chris Cagle “Chicks Dig It” theme song and honest-to-Goddess dragonskin boots.How the hell had Derek Stormwind found her?Okay, scratch that.She’d always known he’d find her.She’d just nurtured an unrealistic hope that he would be like most men and, once he realized she didn’t want to be found and that she’d made following her trail a real pain in the ass, he’d sniff out easier prey.But Derek Stormwind was definitely not like most men.Which was why she’d rather be stuck up the backside of one of Artemis’s hunting hounds without a flashlight than face the next few moments.Putting the rifle down on the counter, she uncapped a mini-sized vodka bottle and dashed the contents into her open Dr Pepper can, then brought the soda to her lips for a healthy swig.Too healthy.She choked, hacking over the part of it that had gone down the wrong tube.Meanwhile, he was crossing the street, seconds away from putting his hand on the brass doorknob and invading her store.Unless she was mistaken and he was in town for a French manicure from the salon next door.Hell, she needed an extra moment.Flicking a glance down at her feet, she wheezed out the command.“Theo.Kill.”The elderly mastiff erupted from behind the counter, a bulldozer of rippling muscle and sheer bulk that would have knocked her off her feet, if she wasn’t practiced at flattening herself against the ammo case behind her to give him take-off room.As Derek came through the door, the dog was clattering across the floor like an approaching herd of marbles, making menacing and somewhat asthmatic noises similar to low-level wheezing thunder.A froth of drool hit the front display case, spattering the glass and obscuring the array of handguns there.Ruby stuck the soda back under the counter and pummeled her chest with a decisive fist at the same moment the dog launched his considerable weight onto his hind legs and hit Derek’s chest with both front paws.“You great big baby.” Derek tried to fend off a tongue that Ruby knew was like a lukewarm and slimy hand towel.“Still a crappy security guard, buddy.”He should look ridiculous, struggling with the dog, but of course he didn’t.He’d braced all that well-sculpted muscle against canine attack, which just emphasized the fit of his T-shirt over his broad shoulders.The way his thighs and ass flexed in his worn jeans basically screamed sex-in- faded-denim.The hat was low on his brow, nearly hiding the brown hair teasing at his collar, but which he usually kept trimmed short.He’d not yet looked her way, but she knew what kind of impact those eyes had when they turned toward a female.His handsome, shit-eating grin could disarm a woman at twenty paces.But every time Ruby looked into those dark blue eyes, the country-boy theme segued quite decisively into the Khazad-dum score from Fellowship of the Ring.She could see Gandalf standing before the Balrog, his voice thundering like the word of God.You shall not pass.Her gaze dropped.Anyone else would think the scuffed-up dragonskin boots were some kind of alligator skin.He had a healthy reverence and respect for dragonkind, particularly the non-shifters.However, when she’d pressed him for an explanation of those boots, he’d simply said, “I had a disagreement with that one.” She’d caught a dangerous glint in his eye, the honor-bound sorcerer crossed with the gunslinger who’d be pushed only so far, something between Merlin and Wyatt Earp.That observation had earned her a flash of that devastating grin.He was one of the most powerful sorcerers she’d ever known, directly or by reputation.He flew so far under the radar that to most he was a myth, or a scary bedtime story.But she’d had him in her bed, and while the feelings he conjured from her there could be overwhelming, they were far from nightmarish.In fact, the only good dreams she had anymore were about him.Which just pissed her off.If she could have banished him from her mind without banishing other important things, things she couldn’t afford to lose, she would have.That was what she told herself.Pull it together, Ruby.When he finally managed to shove the dog back down to all four feet, which put his gigantic head at the height of Derek’s waist, she had her hip propped against the shelf behind the cash register and was eyeing them both, hopefully with a faint trace of disgust in her eyes.“I’m trading him in for a Chihuahua.The littler they are, the nastier they are.”“Make sure it’s a female.I hear they’re even meaner.” He glanced up at the marquee.“Arcane Shot.Firearms, shooting range, safety courses and permits? Pretty radical shift from Witches R Us outside Carmel.”She shrugged.“I got tired of the Wiccan wannabes, who think granola, hugs and ten-sticks-for-a-dollar incense will change the world [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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