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    No Ordinary Fairy: Shifter Wars, #1
    No Ordinary Fairy: Shifter Wars, #1
    No Ordinary Fairy: Shifter Wars, #1
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    No Ordinary Fairy: Shifter Wars, #1

    By Claire Davon

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    Mysterious. Magnetic. Deadly. And his only hope.

    When the new guy in town blows into Pani’s pet shop, bristling with impatience as icy as the Wyoming winter, she knows instantly he’s not there to buy dog food. She also knows exactly what he is. A cougar shifter. An apex predator not unlike herself.

    Rafe Anderson needs help, which isn’t easy for a cat to admit. Not only has his dog mysteriously vanished, so has his ability to shift. The only creature who can find both is Pani, a woman the local coyote pack warned him to avoid. But he’s desperate—and running out of time. The longer his cat is caged, the closer he edges to insanity.

    As a Vila, a fairy with the power to enchant men, even to their death, Pani has never dared reveal her true self, much less fallen in love. But something about Rafe’s fiery green eyes and uncommon vulnerability calls to her. And his touch tells her the feeling is mutual.

    Desire rolls over them like thunder, but their search uncovers a dangerous secret that could turn everything to ashes…and bring destruction howling down upon all shifter kind.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherClaire Davon
    Release dateMar 16, 2017
    ISBN9781946621009
    No Ordinary Fairy: Shifter Wars, #1
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    Claire Davon

    Biography Claire can’t remember a time when writing wasn’t part of her life. Growing up, she used to write stories with her friends. As a teenager she started out reading fantasy and science fiction, but her diet quickly changed to romance and happily-ever-after. A native of Massachusetts and cold weather, she left all that behind to move to the sun and fun of California, but has always lived no more than twenty miles from the ocean. In college she studied acting with a minor in creative writing. In hindsight she should have flipped course studies. Before she was published, she sold books on eBay and discovered some of her favorite authors by sampling the goods. While she’s not a movie mogul or actor, she does work in the film industry with her office firmly situated in the 90210 district of Hollywood. Prone to break out into song, she is quick on feet and just as quick with snappy dialogue. In addition to writing she does animal rescue, reads, and goes to movies. She loves to hear from fans, so feel free to drop her a line.

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      No Ordinary Fairy - Claire Davon

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      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

      Copyright © 2017 by Claire Davon

      Print ISBN: 978-1-946621-01-6

      Digital ISBN: 978-1-946621-00-9

      Cover Design: Laura Moyer, Book Cover Designer

      Editor & Proofreader: Kay Copeland

      Formatting: Jacob Hammer

      All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

      Publishing History

      First Digital Publication: March, 2017

      First Print Publication: March, 2017

      No Ordinary Fairy

      By Claire Davon

      Chapter One

      The ding of the door bells chimed louder than normal, their jangle discordant against the metal frame.

      Pani turned from wiping the glass on the counter to eye the new customer. A man stood framed in the doorway, neither in nor out. Frustration showed in the rigidity of his spine and the stiff set of his shoulders. He was an imposing figure, over six feet tall, carved in muscle and sinew. Conversation dimmed as he paused, his gaze sweeping over the patrons of the small pet store. He strode forward, snow blowing in behind him, carried on gusts of wind eddying around him.

      He stalked toward her like a great cat and stopped when he reached the other side of the counter. Glaring down, he studied Pani, his eyes as green as the forest. If a gaze could snap fire, she would be reaching for the water bottle. It could melt the snow he’d tracked in on his worn work boots to puddles.

      She knew who he was, even though they’d never met. Now she was sorry for that failing. It had been a long time since she’d admired muscles like his, revealed by the form fitting t-shirt visible under the open buttons of his parka. His hair was a molten sandy color. Even if she didn’t know he was a shapeshifting mountain lion, he was an impressive figure.

      The few clients in the store glanced at him and moved away, vacating the space around the man. Maybe she wasn’t the only one who could see the cat in his eyes.

      Can I help you? she asked.

      His nostrils flared and he leaned on the counter. A thin growth of stubble across his chin and lower face made him look even more dangerous. He looked like what he was. A predator.

      My dog is missing, he said, his face level with hers. Where is he?

      He was either angry enough to override good sense or unaware of her power. If she was what the legends said she was, the man would already be under her spell. That was the problem with legends. There was rarely more than an ounce of truth to the stories.

      So she tried for levity, her heart stuttering. Even if he knew what she was, the rest of the customers did not. Those eyes held a leashed passion that would be something to see under other circumstances.

      I’m sorry, but I have no idea. My mother told me I was psychic as a kid, but I must have lost that ability somewhere around puberty. She had many gifts, but not that one.

      The other patrons now watched the pair, seeming to be aware there could be trouble. Humans didn’t have the gifts of the paranormal, but they sensed more than they were given credit for.

      His full lips pressed into a tight line. The flex of his hands echoed a lion sheathing and unsheathing its claws.

      Feeling anything but calm, she stuck out her hand. I’m Pani Vila. What’s your name? She knew it, of course. Rafe Anderson. There was only one lion in town. She was surprised the coyotes that lived on the outskirts had let him through. Perhaps those beasts were afraid of taking on a big cat, even in a pack.

      You know my name. And I know who you are. His voice had gravel in its timbre as if he didn’t spend too much time talking. Likely, he preferred to roar. He had that look.

      Hey, man— Trae, one of the regular patrons began, but Rafe made a cutting motion with his hand. The short, slight black man thought better of the idea and backed away, turning to the small selection of fish supplies.

      Again attempting a casual gesture, she smacked her forehead with an open palm, leaving behind an imprint of moisture. This man would be intimidating, even without the knowledge that he was a large cat in his other form. As a Vila, she shouldn’t be afraid, but she still trembled.

      That psychic thing again, she managed, but her voice quavered. You’ve got to tell me what you want before I can try to help you.

      Okay, we’ll play it that way. He folded his arms across his chest and gestured with his chin.

      Pani straightened, all five foot seven inches of her, and faced the shifter.

      Rafe Anderson, he said without holding out his hand. Where is my dog?

      Mr. Anderson, she said, hoping none of her emotions showed in her words. I assure you, whatever happened to your dog, I had nothing to do with it.

      I have it on good authority you take animals.

      One look into his eyes told her he believed what he was saying. I took Old Lady Carmichael’s unwanted cat and made a home for the poor thing, Mr. Anderson. I do that from time to time. I get quite enough of them that way without stealing a pet that already has a good owner.

      He looked uncertain, his gaze clouding. She wondered what color his eyes were in his other form. The foxes said to check with the coyotes. That pack said you had to be the one who took him. Plus... He let his words trail off, but she knew what he meant. Vila loved dogs. Sometimes better than people. In fact, most of the time better than people.

      She stepped out from behind the counter. The few patrons were going about their business again but keeping a wary eye on the checkout area. Pani raised her voice.

      Sorry, folks, but I’m going to have to close the shop now. Please bring your purchases to me and I’ll ring you up.

      Rafe looked relieved at her announcement, the tautness of his body easing. And what a body it was: tall and broad and muscled, with the latent lithe power that the cat possessed. He clearly had compassion for animals if he stormed in there to confront her about his dog. Most people would be like oh well, stupid dog must have gotten lost, so I’ll just get another one.

      She finished checking out the last customer. She gestured toward the front door as the final patron took his leave, ducking out as if he couldn’t get out of there fast enough. She hadn’t cultivated friendships with the townsfolk. Although she maintained contact with her shifter friends in Maine, she had learned that getting too close to humans led to disaster. Pani turned to look into Rafe’s eyes. Did you abuse your dog? Or was he food for later?

      He shook himself like his cat after an encounter with snow. Did I do what?

      "I don’t know you, Mr. Anderson. If you did raise a hand to him, I’d advise you to walk out now. Because if that’s what happened and someone brings your dog to me,

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