Title: Supernatural Enforcement Bureau, Bureau Under Siege
Author: AK Michaels
Series: Supernatural Enforcement Bureau (#3)
Genre: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: December 2014
Edition/Formats: Ebook and Print
Creed’s past has finally caught up with him and it’s not just the dangerous elite guard that is in the firing line. No, everyone involved in the Supernatural Enforcement Bureau headquarters is at risk. Men, women and children are in danger as a Vampire with no mercy, or thought for others, comes to town…bringing his own small army with him.
The only way to make sure everyone is safe is to work together, striking first when the opportunity presents itself.
Ronan, Sam and Starr work with Creed to keep everyone safe from harm but is it a losing battle? Especially as Ronan fights to keep Starr’s secret from people he loves at the same time! Can they survive unscathed? Can Ronan keep Starr’s secret? Can Creed finally put his past to rest and find peace?
Read Supernatural Enforcement Bureau, Book 3, Bureau Under Siege, to find out.
Packed with hot Vampires, Wolves and even a Dragon!
A K Michaels was born in Scotland quite a number of years ago! She was married at a young age and is a mother to three much loved children. After the birth of her last child she went back to higher education and studied for a year before gaining employment in the banking industry. She worked in that role for a number of years before leaving, both the job and the country.
She lived abroad for a few years before returning to Scotland and finally taking up her dream – writing.
She is the author of the Defender’s Blood series of books and two other series, The Witch, The Wolf and the Vampire and also Sabrina’s Vampire, together with a Wolf Erotica Novella, Lori’s Wolf. Her books fall into the Paranormal/Urban Fantasy genre and she loves writing those particular kinds of stories where she can let her imagination run wild!
She now spends her time reading – everything from Sci Fi to Crime, Erotica to Fantasy, Thrillers to Paranormal Romance. She loves spending time with her family and, of course, writing!
She has Twitter, Facebook Page and loves to chat to readers online.
“Creed, keep my people safe ‘til I get there. Okay?” Ronan almost whispered this last plea, the thought of any of his people being hurt, or worse, caused a cold sweat to appear on his skin.
He clearly heard Creed’s intake of breath, exhaling slowly before confirming what Ronan had guessed. “I’ll give up my own life for them. Don’t ever think I wouldn’t. I’ll be up, on guard, and alert until you get here. I don’t think I’m going to rest until this is over and done with and I rip this fucker’s heart out of his chest with my bare hand.”
Ronan stopped pacing, the hatred in Creed’s voice so great he wondered just what this person had done. “I’ll be there tomorrow, I’ll text with an ETA. Make sure there’s transport at the airstrip for us. Oh, and Creed, you are not alone. We’ll fight this danger as we do all others…together. There’s not a man or woman who won’t stand by your side.”
“Ronan, we may need them, all of them.”
As they carried on, the Wolves slowed their pace slightly, obviously going at the pace of the less able within the Pack. On and on they ran as Ronan kept his senses on alert and his eyes peeled for any danger. More than two hours later Ronan could spy vehicles parked on a dirt track and he let out a long sigh. “Thank fuck! We’ve got them here safe, Puff.”
“Yes, we have,” she replied as she hovered overhead.
What happened next had Ronan’s heart aching within his chest.
As the Wolves slowed to a standstill none of them transformed immediately. Instead, Jason, the Alpha stood in the middle as the rest circled around. When all of the Wolves were in place Jason’s beast raised its head and howled loud and long before the rest joined in.
The hairs on Ronan’s arms stood up at the sound, only having heard it a few times previous; the Wolves were mourning their dead.
The howls were full of pain and suffering as each and every one of them grieved for the fallen Wolves. The sound so haunting it almost brought tears to Ronan’s eyes. As the sound died down Starr dived, flying over the gathered Wolves, and letting out her own roar of anguish. That sound did force a tear to escape from Ronan’s left eye and he was grateful the force of the wind caused it to vanish quickly.
Leaning forward he placed his head along the base of her neck, moving a hand to gently stroke her black scales. When her bellow ended she flew straight up, causing him to hang on with a death grip to keep from plummeting to the ground that was now so very far below.