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VIGILANTE MINE
by
Cera Daniels

Series: Relek City, Book 1

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Superhero Romance

Publication Date: April, 2015 (Re-released October 18, 2016)

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Internal Affairs be damned, Detective Amanda Werner's ditching protocol to hunt the vigilante whose bullet landed her on the bench. But this is no vendetta. Evidence suggests he's the zealot offing corrupt public officials--the same zealot who's promised to set the city ablaze by week's end--and she'll risk her career and her life to save her hometown. Too bad she can't find anything stronger than Kevlar to guard her heart against her primary suspect: a masked man with a telepathic German shepherd, unstable supernatural hearing, and lips that invite a whole different brand of investigation.

All businessman Ryan McLelas, a.k.a. Klepto, wants is redemption. But even if Amanda could forgive his itchy trigger finger, Ryan still has to convince her that his alter ego's no serial killer. No small task, with syndicate-paid police officers turning up among the dead. He'd better keep his own syndicate ties close to his chest and Amanda even closer, because if Klepto is unmasked while he's hunting the real killer, their passionate affair could mark Amanda as the next dirty cop on the hit list.

Excerpt

Reasonable priority number one: Catch Klepto in the act. Reasonable priority number two: Put a serial killer away for good.

Amanda sighed. Dutiful reminders weren't enough to stop the worry over Ryan's head injury, the wish his brother hadn't been hurt, nor the less-altruistic, irresponsible dreams of a night ending in the condo. Her flirtatious troublemaker had been so still for long minutes as she had tried to pry the truck doors open and break the useless, shatter-proof windshield. It had taken both her and Jay to rouse him. Now she had to be away from him. What if he had a concussion?

She wanted hours just to touch him. Every inch of skin bared, massaged in a 100% innocent post-truck accident inspection. Her fingers curled as fantasies surrounded her like a heated blanket. Ryan's arms would have been far more accommodating than her cold, lumpy couch.

And the sex?

She caught her breath at a tangle of wanton memories that made the apex of her thighs heat and clench. She'd never hear jazz music the same way again.

"Play Klepto's game, secure his trust, find the evidence before dinner. That's what matters," she whispered to the dark. "How can you be thinking about a romp under the covers while the city's under attack by a psycho who likes to break into your house and leave you roses?"

Klepto wouldn't catch her unaware and in bed a second time.

Bed. Ryan. That wild look in his eyes when he came with her name on his lips and asked her to be his date for the fundraiser. Ryan, infamous for parading around a different woman on a daily basis, had admitted he wanted her for more than one night.

She swallowed hard. How many more? With the cameras rolling, how long would it take the playboy to become bored with his new lover?

Every light in the living room and kitchen went out, leaving only the half-moon to drench her house in shadows. Instinct blotted out her unsettling questions. She slid to the floor, her high heels sinking into the carpet as the back door cracked open. A masculine silhouette entered the kitchen with slow, quiet footsteps.

A split second later, her security system wailed.

Klepto went down like he'd been shot.

She scooted around the couch to recover line of sight. Back door intact and closed. No one else there, just Klepto, sprawled on the tile, his hands over his hood and his body shuddering as if the strident tone of the alarm had dealt him a physical blow. She gasped.

"Turn it off!" A growl, a plea, a howl of such animalistic pain she almost couldn't recognize the words.

It took only a moment to fling herself at the alarm panel but when the blaring siren died, his attempt to rise ended with him swaying on his hands and knees. She had a ridiculous urge to make sure he was okay. To apologize, when she could have been sprinting for the phone. Not that calling the police was the best option. Breaking and entering wasn't the evidence she needed to ensure his life sentence.

Crouching by his side, she pressed her palm to his still-quaking shoulder. "Klepto? What happened?"

"Alarm," he groaned.

Her intuition was broken. It had to be. Compassion had no place in her plan to send this man to prison.

"You're not allowed to die on my kitchen floor." She dropped to her knees, the tile frigid against her bare skin as she draped his arm over her shoulder. "Felled by an alarm. What kind of master thief are you, anyway?"

Impartiality wavered as the intimate position shoved her ear against his chest, his breath warm on the back of her neck. This man, mint and danger, should not interest her hormones in the slightest.

Should not have been waiting for Klepto while thinking about Ryan.

Under the pretense of shoving his body upright against the island, she slid her hands around his waist to discreetly check for the bulge of a weapon. Clear.

She let go, but Klepto slumped forward. Her hands slammed into his strong shoulders, pure muscle under leather. No shoulder holster, either. He was weakened and at her mercy, but she couldn't lock him up before he led her to the stolen showstopper bullets or the gun. Everything that pointed to him as the serial killer so far was, at best, circumstantial. At worst, coincidental.

"If you're done feeling me up, I could use some Tylenol."

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About Cera Daniels

Cera Daniels writes paranormal, science fiction, and steampunk romance. Sexy superheroes. Delicious shifters. Infernal machines. Sometimes behind the same cover. Her heroes are broken and often on the wrong side of good, their worlds are crumbling, but the love her characters find in all that chaos stands on an unshakable foundation.

She hails from South Carolina with her own superhero husband, daughter, and three cats who don't think they're cats at all. Life is especially good in her world when there's Game of Thrones, Shadowrun and board games, chocolate coffee, and an overabundance of yarn on tap.

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