Jane, Missy - They Call Me Death.pdf - Jane, Missy - mystigri

eBooks are not transferable.

They cannot be sold, shared or given away as it is an infringement on the

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are

products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be

construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale

or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Samhain Publishing, Ltd.

577 Mulberry Street, Suite 1520

Macon GA 31201

They Call Me Death

ISBN: 978-1-60504-387-6

Edited by Heidi Moore

Cover by Anne Cain

All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any

manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief

quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

First Samhain Publishing, Ltd. electronic publication: February 2009

www.samhainpublishing.com

They Call Me Death

Missy Jane

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my loving and understanding

husband. Without his support this wouldn’t be possible. Also,

to my four daughters who showed the utmost patience in

letting me divide my time between them and my characters.

And last but not least, my good friend Sandy, who introduced

me to paranormal romance and added spice to my fantasies.

Prologue

It was an unseasonably cold day in May when the world

as I knew it ended and all hell broke loose. No one expected it.

No one predicted it. No one had even gotten close to the truth

revealed on live television all over the world. I was standing in

my kitchen, hands wrist deep in hamburger meat as I prepared

my famous meatloaf. My husband of two years, Hank, was

changing our son’s diaper in the living room. We both froze at

the sounds emanating from the television’s evening news.

People were screaming. There were sounds of an animal

snarling and ripping clothes, and possibly flesh. I ran into the

living room where my husband held our son, Michael, tightly

and watched in horror the live feed. Spots of blood on the

camera lens tinted the scene a pale red. Through it, we saw the

head of a news anchor resting on her desk.

It took a moment to wrap my mind around the scene.

Then it hit me. It wasn’t the cougar sitting on the newsroom

desk, or even the way it looked at the camera with eyes that

seemed too intelligent and understanding. It was the

Jane, Missy - They Call Me Death.pdf

Plik z chomika:

Inne pliki z tego folderu:

Inne foldery tego chomika: