The Right Spot

A Tales of the Were/More Than Mated Crossover Novella

The Right Spot

by

Bianca D’Arc

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.

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Copyright © 2016 Bianca D’Arc

Published by Hawk Publishing, LLC

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This work has been made possible by a license from Celia Kyle. All characters, scenes, events, plots, and related elements appearing in the original More Than Mated series remain the exclusive copyrighted and trademarked property of Celia Kyle and her affiliates and assigns and are used herein with the express permission of Celia Kyle.

A man seeking solitude…

When an Argentinean-born, ex-soldier of fortune finds his nearest neighbors in a domestic dispute where the female is being beaten, he has no choice but to step in and do something. Finding two bear shifters living next door to his rental, Mario subdues the male, but the female is hysterical. Left with no choice, he has to call the cops.

A woman in uniform…

Grayslake police officer Patty Montone answers the call, never expecting to find her little sister in the role of abused girlfriend. Patty’s dominant bear sees red, but she has a duty to look after her sister before Patty can go back and kill the boyfriend. And then there’s the sexy neighbor, who scents like some kind of big cat. A very dominant, intriguing big cat shifter, in a bear town.

A match made in danger…

Mario sets out to court the dominant female who stirs his heart…and other things, but danger stalks her family and only Mario has the connections, and the skills, to set things right. When foreign thugs arrive in Grayslake, Mario sets up a cunning plan to solve the problem—with Patty by his side, and hopefully, in his bed.

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Excerpt: The Jaguar Tycoon

About the Author

Other Books by Bianca D’Arc

Dedication

Just want to thank Celia Kyle again for being so amazingly awesome. When the Kindle Worlds program disappeared, Celia was kind enough to allow the authors who had participated in her world to keep our stories the way they were—incorporating elements from her Grayslake books—which made it a lot easier to re-issue this book. Only this time, rather than being exclusive to one vendor and one country, I can make it available to everyone, everywhere.

Any reference to Celia Kyle’s world including settings and characters are used with permission and remain the property of Celia. The new stuff is mine, and I tried to make it blend a bit with my established Tales of the Were series as best I could, while still adhering to the rules of Celia’s world. I did my best to make this a story that crossed over between the two series.

As with all my work, this is dedicated to my family, and to my loyal readers who’ve followed me in so many different directions over the years. Thanks for sticking with me and here’s to many more years to come!

Prologue

Patricia saw her boss coming down the hall and almost groaned aloud. One of the hunkiest and most powerful men in town, Van Abrams was happily mated, yet her inner bear couldn’t help but admire him. What would it be like to have a man like that?

Van wasn’t for her, of course. Both she and her hussy of a bear knew it. That didn’t mean they couldn’t drool a little when they saw him, right? She might look, but she would never—ever—touch. She was a one-man-woman. Too bad she hadn’t found that proverbial one man yet.

The sneaky bastard was probably hiding on her. Patty puffed out a sigh, aiming the air upward to flutter in the long bangs that refused to stay where she put them.

Need a female officer along on this one, Pat, Van called to her as he approached. Gear up.

Van was her superior officer in the small-but-mighty Grayslake Police Department. They’d worked together now for a few years, and of course, he was a grizzly shifter, like her. In a man, the dominance was a turn-on for pretty much every female in a fifty-mile radius, shifter and human alike. Though the humans didn’t know about shifters, they were attracted to the strength of the males, like Van, who had it going on, and those lucky boys could have their pick.

Females were a different story. The dominance of the bear was a definite turn-off for most human men, and a lot of shifter males didn’t like being challenged. Their inner beasts would come into conflict—especially when her dominance overrode the male in question. That happened a lot. Patty was too damn dominant for her own good sometimes, especially when it came to finding a little casual male company.

In fact, she’d given up on casual. Her bear was in hunting mode. Mate hunting.

What’s the situation? she asked Van as she tightened the equipment belt she’d been about to remove in preparation for going off-shift.

The call-out had delayed her departure, but it didn’t really matter. The only one waiting for her at home was her somewhat indifferent house cat, Mrs. Snufflepuff.

Domestic disturbance over on Waverly Place. Van’s answer was clipped as they headed quickly out of the station toward his patrol vehicle.

That’s at the edge of town. We don’t get a lot of calls from out that way.

Yeah, one of the neighbors called it in. He’s sitting on the husband while the wife is crying hysterically. Dispatch has him holding on the line until we get there, so let’s move.

Roger that. She loaded into the vehicle and he drove them off at high speed toward the edge of town.

Chapter One

Something had drawn Mario Brandon toward the town of Grayslake, Georgia. He’d learned over the years to pay attention to the little tugs and intuitions that were part of his heritage. His grandmother was a priestess of the jaguar clan, after all. Not just the local clan either, but the clan as a whole, which covered most of the South American continent. She was high up in the jaguar hierarchy, and had been for a very long time.

She made no secret that it pained her to have a half-breed grandson with a hint of her gift. Jaguars were a proud people. Too proud, sometimes.

His grandmother’s pride and disapproval had sent Mario down a road few of his people would follow, into the human world and life as an elite soldier, and then as a soldier of fortune. He’d spent years in the military, easily qualifying for Special Forces teams that others would give their left nut to join. He was a shifter, after all—even if he was only a half-breed by his grandmother’s standards.

He could become a massive, dominant jaguar, and he had all the physical attributes of any other shifter, even if his father had been human. His dad had been another displaced soldier, a long way from home.

Blonde-haired blue-eyed Wilhelm Brandon had fallen hard for Mario’s mother, the non-magical daughter of the Jaguar High Priestess. Oh, mom could shift all right. She was a full-blooded jaguar. But she hadn’t inherited her mother’s other gifts that had earned her such a high rank in the clan.

Margarita Brandon was a lovely, dark-haired Argentinean beauty who had snared the German-born Wilhelm for herself. Theirs was a love match. They’d been fated mates. As a result, their offspring could shift into the jaguar that was his mother’s legacy. Wilhelm’s contribution had been Mario’s icy blue eyes and somewhat paler complexion than his fellow countrymen. That, and his mathematical and militaristic talents, though his father had been an unwilling pawn in a war he had really wanted no part of. Still, when everything had fallen apart in Germany, he found himself on the run with the other military engineers he’d worked with, and he’d ended up in Argentina.

Wilhelm had quickly separated himself from the others. He’d never liked their goose-stepping bravado, and had not supported the unforgivable actions taken by the regime. He’d been minding his own business, quietly doing futuristic research when the Reich had come calling and forced him to work for them.

But