You
Had Me at Jaguar
By Terry Spear
Publication date: 2/26/19
They’re not the only ones on the prowl…but they’re the most
dangerous…
The United Shifter Force gives jaguar agent Howard Armstrong an
impossible task—to protect fierce she-jaguar Valerie Chambers, when the last
thing she wants is protecting. They’re going international to take down a
killer and he can guard Valerie all day long. But guard his heart? He doesn’t
stand a chance.
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EXCERPT
Drinking a beer at the San Antonio Clawed and
Dangerous Kitty Cat Club, Howard Armstrong looked more relaxed than Val had
ever seen him. Although she’d only seen him working vigorously in training
exercises. Why was he here? She should have known she’d run into him again—they
were working for the same jaguar police force, after all. He made her think of
long, hot nights and impossibly sexy dreams.
She had been astonished to learn he had left
the Enforcer branch to work with the JAG’s new United Shifter Force unit. And a
little disappointed. She’d thought she might see him again during training. She
had wondered if he’d gotten as much ribbing about her taking him down as she
had.
“He let you so he could get close and
personal.” A couple of the women she worked with had made that comment or
something similar. “Good move to take him down as if we were in the field and
not in training,” one of the guys had told her, impressed with her wiliness.
“He must be getting soft,” another male Enforcer had joked.
Howard was all hard muscle, nothing soft about
him.
The Enforcer branch was a specialized jaguar
policing force that eliminated jaguar shifters who were guilty of committing
violent, deadly crimes against humans and shifters alike. The agents of the USF
worked as a combined force of wolves and jaguars. Howard had made a great
Enforcer because he did things on his own, a loner. Many of the Enforcers were
like that, which was why Val couldn’t understand why he changed jobs to be a
team player with a mix of shifter types.
Howard still worked out of the Houston office,
as far as she knew. She’d wondered if he was working on a case in San Antonio.
When she’d spied his vehicle here for days with no sign of him, she’d asked her
boss—and Howard’s—if he was on a mission. They’d both denied it. She didn’t
think the USF agents went solo on missions. Was he really just on vacation?
Sipping a margarita at a table across the club
from him, Val watched Howard snack on chips. Then he was joined by a
brunette—pretty, petite, and wearing a short red dress and low red heels. Was
the woman a jaguar or a wolf? Maybe a date?
When Val had seen Howard’s black pickup truck
with the distinct jaguar in a jungle painted on both sides and smelled his
scent around the vehicle, she’d figured he still owned it. Even so, she had run
his license plate to make sure someone else hadn’t bought it. She had learned
it was still his truck. She suspected Howard was after someone. But this was
the first time she’d actually seen him or the woman, which meant he had to be
undercover.
The jungle music made Val involuntarily tap
her boot on the tile floor, and she had the greatest urge to get up and dance.
The smell of sweet mixed drinks, beer, humans, jaguars, and a few wolves
drifted to her. Palm trees in pots, vines stretching to the ceiling, and a
skylight way above simulated a jungle scene like most jaguars loved. The summer
sun was still high enough to spread sunlight through the windows filtering down
through the living foliage.
Since she couldn’t get away to the jungle very
often, she enjoyed going to these places to immerse herself in the jungle feel
from time to time, more so when she wasn’t on a mission. Here it was
air-conditioned, with a light mist spraying the plants and water droplets
collecting on the leaves. Jaguar shifters wearing leopard-print fabric danced
on elevated stages, and bright lights flashed across the stages and dance
floor, making the scene appear otherworldly.
She glanced again at the tables that were cast
more in the dark, in case Benny Canton had already arrived and she’d missed
seeing him when she had walked through the place earlier searching for him.
This was the kind of job she loved. Eliminating rogue jaguars, the murdering
kind. She hadn’t heard of a case like this in a good long while—a jaguar who’d
murdered his wife, just because she threatened to leave him. That was one of
the differences between the wolf shifters and jaguars. The wolves mated for
life; jaguars could divorce.
She watched the door open when someone new
arrived—two single males, neither of them her perp. Benny was known to frequent
this club, having left his job as a construction worker after murdering his
wife. He had no family, and she hadn’t found any other place he could have
holed up. So she’d staked out the club for the past three days, watching for
him or some of his friends, who’d proven to be just as elusive as he was. She’d
had no luck running into him or the others. But this club was the only lead she
had.
She’d considered that he might have gone
across the border, because the shifters often did so to play in the jungle as
wild jaguars. And for a rogue, he would have extra incentive to leave the
country.
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