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Aveoth
VLG – Book Seven
Vampires, Lycans, Gargoyles
By Laurann Dohner
Aveoth by Laurann Dohner
Jillian Milzner has lived a life on the run. Her biological sperm donor has made it clear he wishes she’d never been born. Most kids get presents from their dads growing up. He sent thugs to make death threats to ensure she never tries to find him. He needn’t have bothered, since she wants nothing to do with Decon Filmore. His father, however, thinks Jill might be useful. Things go from bad to worse when her grandfather’s goons snatch her up to deliver her to a man both terrifying…and straight out of her sexiest daydreams.
Lord Aveoth isn’t surprised to hear from Decker Filmore. The man is desperate to make the GarLycan lord call off the hunt for his life, and equally determined to reclaim his VampLycan clan. To achieve both goals, he’ll offer Aveoth yet another half-human granddaughter from his bloodline.
It’s lonely being a lord of a clan, so Aveoth agrees to the meeting—and he’s instantly attracted to Jill. He’s also angry to learn she’s been brought to him against her will, but he still wants to keep her. Even if it exposes his darkest secret…which could tear his clan apart.
VLG Series List
Drantos
Kraven
Lorn
Veso
Lavos
Wen
Aveoth
Aveoth by Laurann Dohner
Copyright © July 2017
Editor: Kelli Collins
Cover Art: Dar Albert
eBook ISBN: 978-1-944526-84-9
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All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is coincidental.
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
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Aveoth - VLG – Book Seven
By Laurann Dohner
Chapter One
Jill turned off the flame on the welder and watched the guy, who wore a suit, peer around her large shop. He glanced down at the floor, winced, and stepped lightly across the metal shavings littering his path.
“Can I help you?” Jill didn’t like the look of him one bit.
His hands smoothed down the expensive black suit jacket and he frowned at her question. It made him look really sour and only heightened the deep lines near his mouth and cold eyes.
“Are you Mack?”
Her spine instantly stiffened. The protective mask she wore hid her features and made her voice sound strange. The bulky, fire-retardant smock covering her clothes probably didn’t help either, disguising her shape. But it was still insulting to be mistaken for a man. “Who wants to know?” She pegged him as a bill collector, and that put her on edge.
“I am looking for Jillian Milzner.”
“What do you want with her?”
“I just need to locate her.” He stepped closer, stared down at his shoes and grimaced. “What is that?”
“Metal dust and scraps.” She decided the guy might dress nice but he wasn’t real bright. “You’re in a metal shop.”
“I’m a lawyer seeking Ms. Milzner.”
Her temper flared. “That son of a bitch.” She laid the welder down and tore off her gloves. In seconds, she’d removed her helmet to glare at the shark. She wasn’t a fan of lawyers. “Patrick is suing me? Are you serious? That prick pinched my ass and totally deserved a broken nose. He’s lucky I didn’t shove his nuts into his stomach or just do the world a favor by castrating him. He already pressed charges and the idiot judge sided with him. The only reason I didn’t appeal was because he only sentenced me to a few hours of that stupid class. It wasn’t worth the hassle.”
He arched his white eyebrows as he studied her. “You’re Jillian.”
She untied her bulky smock that protected her clothes, jerked it off over her head, and tossed it on the table. “Hang on.” She dug into her back pocket and withdrew the ten-dollar bill she’d shoved there earlier that morning. “Here.” She stepped closer to him, holding out the folded money. “That’s about all he’s going to get. You’re an idiot for taking his case. You can keep half and tell him to spend the five bucks on toilet paper, because he’s full of shit.”
The lawyer didn’t attempt to take the money.
“I’m flat busted, broke. You’ll never see a dime otherwise, so take it. I don’t even own a car anymore since my transmission called it quits. I make ten bucks an hour, part time, and live in a one-room apartment over this building working for Mack. My net worth is about fifty bucks. That’s what the tow place offered me to take my car for parts, and I need that for rent. The furniture upstairs isn’t even mine. Take the money and tell Patrick to go straight to hell. You really should be more careful about picking perspective clients. I’m all tapped out.”
His green eyes widened. “I don’t work for this Patrick you’re referring to.”
Jill dropped her arm and bit her lip. “Crap. The judge sent you? I went to anger management classes. You can call them and check. That’s why I’m short on my rent. They charge for those stupid, um, classes.” She shoved the money back into her pocket. “You aren’t going to tell the judge I lost my temper, are you? I mean, it was totally justified when I punched that creep. He didn’t just grab my ass, he left red marks. You can understand how I’d be angry, thinking he was trying to sue me, right?” She forced a smile. “I’m totally cool. See? No anger here. Those classes really helped,” she boldly lied.
He took a deep breath. “No judge sent me, either. I work for Decon Filmore.”
The name sent shock through her. It was a familiar one. She had to lock her knees to stay upright.
“He’s your father.”
“Sperm donor,” she amended, her anger returning. “So you came to threaten me? Don’t bother. You’re wasting your time. I wouldn’t try to contact him for anything. Go away and don’t ever come back.”
“That’s not the reason for this visit.”
“Is he dead?”
“No.”
“Oh.” She backed away and nearly bumped into the table. “Is he dying of some painful disease?”
“No.”
“Damn.”
The lawyer frowned. “This isn’t the reaction I’d expected. I’ve come a long way to find you, Ms. Milzner. It wasn’t easy to do. I’m also sorry for your loss.”
“My loss?” She clenched her hands into fists. “You have no idea. My mother was a wonderful woman, and her death three years ago devastated me.”
He gave a curt nod. “Your father has sent me to—”
“Does he need a kidney?” Hope soared, and she grinned. “Bone marrow?”
The man’s mouth hung open. “No.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “This just isn’t my month.”
“It’s very kind that you’d offer, but he—”
“Offer? You’re way off. As a kid, I used to daydream about those kinds of situations just so I could