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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Claws and Fangs

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Claws and Fangs

  By Laurann Dohner

  Claws and Fangs

  by Laurann Dohner

  Scarred and Kilt

  Matty has a new neighbor, and she strongly suspects the kilt-wearing hottie is a vampire— he only goes out at night, has weird visitors and the blood bank is making regular deliveries. But he doesn’t seem to hurt anyone, so “live and let live” is Matty’s motto. Until she sees a guy armed with crosses and wooden stakes breaking into the neighbor’s house. Matty charges to the rescue— and ends up in Mr. Hottie’s bed...and on his desk...and...

  Lacey and Lethal

  Lacey hunts vampires—vile monsters who leave death and shattered lives in their wake. They murdered her sister and she wants revenge. Until she captures a big, sexy blue-eyed vamp, and the strong attraction she feels contradicts everything she’s become. But she can’t resist getting closer.

  Lethal can’t believe the little lass got the better of him. He’s been drugged and chained, but he’s more insulted than concerned. She swears he’s her enemy, but he’s determined to be her lover.

  Mine to Chase

  Jasmine met the guy of her dreams, who unfortunately wasn’t interested. She’s spent a year filled with lustful fantasies and soul-deep yearning for a man who doesn’t want her. Now she’s locked away in a dark hole, kidnapped by a madman, her life almost over.

  She was supposed to be his a year ago, but Chase had walked away to protect her from his world. He’s a mixed-breed—vampire and werewolf—and his list of enemies is endless. His current mission is to hunt down and kill a rogue vamp who’s preying on humans, but what Chase finds changes everything. Jasmine’s one of the victims. Instinct demands he protect her, possess her. He won’t be denied again. This time, she’s his—for keeps.

  Claws and Fangs

  Scarred and Kilt Copyright © January 2017

  Lacey and Lethal Copyright © January 2017

  Mine to Chase Copyright © January 2017

  Editor: Kelli Collins

  Cover Art: Dar Albert

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-944526-76-4

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal, except for the case of brief quotations in reviews and articles.

  Criminal copyright infringement is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is coincidental.

  Scarred and Kilt

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Epilogue

  Lacey and Lethal

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Mine to Chase

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Scarred and Kilt

  Chapter One

  He’s back.

  Matty leaned closer to the window, glanced at the clock on her nightstand table and realized he’d barely beaten the rising sun. Her focus returned to the house across the street as the man climbed out of the back of the limousine, his near-white braid trailing down his back to his waist, seeming to glow from the streetlamp.

  He turned and bent down, talking to someone inside the black vehicle. She could hear his deep chuckle through her open window. His muscular arm braced on the roof of the car, thick biceps displayed in the black tank top he’d chosen that stretched across a broad chest.

  “Have a good one,” he told his ride home, the brogue as clear as the deep baritone of his voice.

  It gave her the good kind of chills every time she heard it. He pushed the car door closed and glanced at the sky, before striding briskly toward his home. She loved the way he moved, with those broad shoulders and that manly grace.

  Matty grinned while she studied the blue plaid kilt he wore. She never thought she’d find a guy wearing a skirt hot but that was before she’d glimpsed “Kilt”. She’d dubbed him that since she didn’t know his real name. She’d raided his mailbox a few times out of pure curiosity, but the only name on the junk mail had belonged to the old homeowner.

  His legs, revealed under the material, were as muscular as the rest of him. He wore solid blue socks with black leather boots. It was an interesting look, but attractive. She’d glanced at photos of other men in kilts on the Internet. A lot of the men sported high-tops or tennis shoes. Kilt dressed more old fashioned in his footwear.

  He’d moved in three months before and it had become a habit of hers to watch him whenever possible. He had become the most fascinating person on the block. She hated it when he unlocked his door to disappear inside. He kept all his curtains closed so she couldn’t catch glimpses of him.

  Lights turned on and off as he moved through the house. She knew where he’d go; it was always the same routine. The first two floors of the house went dark. She looked up and, sure enough, lights shone through the vent from the attic, barely noticeable unless someone was looking for it. He slept there during the day.

  I have it bad for a guy who I’m pretty sure is a vampire.

  The thought made her back away from the window. She normally wouldn’t believe in such things but it made sense. She’d never seen him during the daytime. He never answered his door while the sun shone, only seemed awake at night, and he always made it home before dawn. It would account for his occasional weird evening visitors too. Most of them dressed strangely from various time periods.

  He could have a rare allergy, one of those people sickened by the sun, but she’d noticed the white van making deliveries every Monday and Friday. She’d called in a favor with her friend at the police department to run the plates—and it had been registered to a blood bank.

  It all fit, and the facts seemed clear.

  She remained seated in her chair, waiting for the sun to rise, and knew she’d go to bed soon. Matty had her own reasons for keeping the hours she did. She’d let her guard down once during the night and now the darkness frightened her.

  Dawn broke and the sky pinkened with streaks as she watched. She stood, stretched her arms high and twisted her hips a little to alleviate the stiffness from sitting too long.

  A black van pulled up to the curb across the street and she frowned. It wasn’t one she’d seen before. Where they parked, it could mean they planned to visit her house or Kilt’s, but neither was fea