Catching Meara is the introductory book to the McKenna Clan series. Jace McKenna is an FBI agent searching for serial criminals and profiling them.
Back at the apartment everything was different. Now there was confirmation she really had a stalker on her doorstep. But he knew the man out there gunning for Meara was not a stalker. He was more positive than ever the being was, according to Native American legend, a yee naaldlooshii a skinwalker. Eating and sleeping took on a whole new perspective for Jace.
"I'm going to take a look around," Jace told her, clinching his fist, his inner cat growling at him to get moving.
He lightly touched her cheek, wishing he could pull her into his arms and everything would be fine. It wouldn't be until they caught the killer, or the man who stalked her. No one was sure if this was the same man, but according to Colton, the stalker did not have the same profile. He could sense the fear and the terror clashing within her.
"It's all right, don't be frightened. Everything will be fine." He wished he knew this was the truth. But he would take every precaution. "Don't go outside. Don't open the door for anyone except me. And whatever you do, don't go out on the balcony."
Her eyes fluttered and her arms wound around his neck. He wondered what she was thinking. "Just you be careful out there. Do you have all your weapons?"
It sounded as if she wanted to tack on mass destruction to that last question. "Yes," he said.
"I have all of my weapons."
"I am absolutely terrified for you."
"Why is that?"
She shook her head then let it rest against his chest. "I care..."
He swept her up and into his arms then carried her to the bedroom, pulled back the quilt and laid her on the sheets. "I will join you as soon as I secure the area."
"Hurry," she said, but he was sure she would be sound asleep by the time he returned. "I will."
On the beach he disrobed then shifted. Returning as quickly as possible was at the top of his list. He didn't like leaving her alone, but his gut told him the unsub was nearby. He listened for any unusual sounds and sniffed the air. The solitary stillness alerted him. But he sensed nothing and that scared the hell out of him. Instinct told him there should be more night sounds. All he heard was the pounding surf. Not even the cry of a solitary seagull penetrated the night.
Meara Thorton was a feisty,
world-class computer hacker—cornered by the FBI and shockingly given the chance
to be their newly acquired technical analyst.
Brilliant and intuitive, yet aching with the loss of everyone she has
cared about, her restless heart led her to discover a love she fought and a
world she didn't know could possibly exist.
Jace McKenna was an enigma,
a loner, impossibly handsome, sincere and committed. The Apache shapeshifter
blood running through his veins burned hotter than the blistering Sierra Madre
sun. Jace knew the moment he caught Meara's scent she was his for eternity.
Delane of Coffee Time Romance & More says:
"Catching Meara is a superbly written
mystery that draws readers in and makes them a part of the team. The characters
are vivid and provide a perfect canvas for the life of a unique team that
catches some truly nasty villains. Ms. Young provides a perfect blend of
paranormal, mystery and romance providing the reader an entertaining adventure."
Rating: 4
cups out of 5
Back at the apartment everything was different. Now there was confirmation she really had a stalker on her doorstep. But he knew the man out there gunning for Meara was not a stalker. He was more positive than ever the being was, according to Native American legend, a yee naaldlooshii a skinwalker. Eating and sleeping took on a whole new perspective for Jace.
"I'm going to take a look around," Jace told her, clinching his fist, his inner cat growling at him to get moving.
He lightly touched her cheek, wishing he could pull her into his arms and everything would be fine. It wouldn't be until they caught the killer, or the man who stalked her. No one was sure if this was the same man, but according to Colton, the stalker did not have the same profile. He could sense the fear and the terror clashing within her.
"It's all right, don't be frightened. Everything will be fine." He wished he knew this was the truth. But he would take every precaution. "Don't go outside. Don't open the door for anyone except me. And whatever you do, don't go out on the balcony."
Her eyes fluttered and her arms wound around his neck. He wondered what she was thinking. "Just you be careful out there. Do you have all your weapons?"
It sounded as if she wanted to tack on mass destruction to that last question. "Yes," he said.
"I have all of my weapons."
"I am absolutely terrified for you."
"Why is that?"
She shook her head then let it rest against his chest. "I care..."
He swept her up and into his arms then carried her to the bedroom, pulled back the quilt and laid her on the sheets. "I will join you as soon as I secure the area."
"Hurry," she said, but he was sure she would be sound asleep by the time he returned. "I will."
On the beach he disrobed then shifted. Returning as quickly as possible was at the top of his list. He didn't like leaving her alone, but his gut told him the unsub was nearby. He listened for any unusual sounds and sniffed the air. The solitary stillness alerted him. But he sensed nothing and that scared the hell out of him. Instinct told him there should be more night sounds. All he heard was the pounding surf. Not even the cry of a solitary seagull penetrated the night.
He didn't need to run, he needed to walk slowly, taking in everything the night presented
him with. Somewhere over a dune, a seagull cried. Finally. He moved further around the
complex and heard the roar of a car engine. Then that sound vanished into the night.
Velvet darkness encompassed the evening. A partial moon stood guard over the ocean
and the world. But what good would it do him if it failed to give warning of an intruder.
His claws unsheathed and dug into the sand.
Jace padded down to the beach and walked along the tide line, trying to feel everything beneath his feet. Ever alert for sounds of imminent danger, his senses were heightened. Another seagull called overhead. The roar of the surf still roared against his eardrums. Seaweed dotted the sand along with small shells. What was he doing here when he could be in bed with Meara?
For a moment he was too lost in thought to notice the intruder. A shadow on top of a dune moved, a long eerie howl split the night. Jace could just make out the silhouette of a wolf. The form was too large for a coyote. Then it shifted to a man. He was pointing a gun at Jace. Springing into motion, he raced toward the man. Trying to turn himself into a difficult target, he darted back and forth.
Adrenalin pumped through his system. All he could think of was to get to the man before he disappeared again. Sounds of three gunshots ripped through the evening. His right fore leg gave out and a searing hot pain ripped through him. Beach and saw grass hit his face as he went down.
Jace padded down to the beach and walked along the tide line, trying to feel everything beneath his feet. Ever alert for sounds of imminent danger, his senses were heightened. Another seagull called overhead. The roar of the surf still roared against his eardrums. Seaweed dotted the sand along with small shells. What was he doing here when he could be in bed with Meara?
For a moment he was too lost in thought to notice the intruder. A shadow on top of a dune moved, a long eerie howl split the night. Jace could just make out the silhouette of a wolf. The form was too large for a coyote. Then it shifted to a man. He was pointing a gun at Jace. Springing into motion, he raced toward the man. Trying to turn himself into a difficult target, he darted back and forth.
Adrenalin pumped through his system. All he could think of was to get to the man before he disappeared again. Sounds of three gunshots ripped through the evening. His right fore leg gave out and a searing hot pain ripped through him. Beach and saw grass hit his face as he went down.
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