Wicked Burn (Realm Enforcers #3)(123)

“Dad will be out in a minute.” Garrett didn’t even look up. “He’s just finalizing the treaty with the Sandovskys.”

Logan nodded, his dark glasses hiding his eyes. “We’re going to visit their headquarters after we finish the job with the Enforcers in Seattle. Alaska is nice this time of year.”

“Sounds like fun. Maybe I’ll come with you. I’d like another glass of wine. Be right back.” Padding barefoot, she walked into the kitchen and uncorked another wine bottle.

“Mom!” Garrett called. “Dad’s off the phone.”

She ran out of the room and barreled straight into his arms. “We have a new treaty.”

He held her easily. “Thanks to you, we have new best friends.”

She kissed his mouth, pleasure overtaking her. “It’s nice to contribute.”

Talen lifted her up and fell right into her lounger, extending his legs. With his jeans and T-shirt, he’d probably get too warm. She moved to get up, and he tugged her closer. “You’re safe now.”

She blinked. “What did you do?”

Talen grinned at the boys. “We made the cure completely public in case there are any other hidden species out there trying to find it or you.”

Garrett and Logan knuckle-bumped.

Cara smiled. “That’s a great plan. The cure should be public.”

Talen sighed. “So long as you’re protected, I don’t care what we make public.”

There was the man she loved. “You make me feel safe.”

He smiled and cupped her head. “I vow you’ll always be safe.”

Now, wasn’t that sweet. Cara smiled at the one man she’d love forever. Peace had arrived, and she’d figured out what to do as her life’s work. Life couldn’t be any better. Her mate was finally seeing the real her. “I love you, Talen Kayrs.”

His eyes swirled golden and intense. “I love you more, mate. Forever.”





Read on for a taste of Rebecca Zanetti’s

next Realm Enforcers novel, WICKED KISS, coming July 2017!





So far, the magical world of Ireland pretty much sucked eggs. Her dreams of rolling hills, rugged men, and wild adventures had given away to facts that tilted her universe, spun it around, and spiked it head first into the ground.

The world held too many secrets.

Tori Monzelle leaned her shoulders against the cold metal wall of the van and tried to blink through the blindfold turning the interior dark. Nothing. The carpet in the rear of the van smelled fresh and new, but she sat on the floor, her knees drawn up and her hands tied behind her back.

The sounds of drizzling rain and honking horns filtered inside, while two men breathed from the front seats. She hadn’t recognized either one of them when they’d arrived at the penthouse just an hour before. For an entire week, she’d been held hostage in various luxurious locales after having been kidnapped from Seattle.

Had it only been a week since she’d learned the world wasn’t as she’d thought?

Witches, vampires, and demons existed. As in really existed.

They were just different species from humans, apparently. So far she’d seen witches create fireballs and throw them, and she’d met a demon who’d shown her his fangs. She had to go on faith that vampires really existed, but at this point, why not believe?

She cleared her throat. “Listen, jackasses. I’m about done with this entire kidnapping scenario.” It had to be the oddest kidnapping of all time, with her being flown across the globe and then put up in zillion dollar penthouses for a week. “I promise not to tell anybody that supernatural beings exist. Just let me go.”

A snort came from the front seat. “Supernatural,” one of the men muttered.

Her chest heated. “All right, so you think you’re natural. Then how about I refrain from announcing that your species even exists?”

Another snort.

What a dick. Fine. “Are you witches, demons, or vampires?” If she had to guess, they were witches.

No answer.

The van swerved, and she knocked her head against the side. “Damn it.” It was time to get free. “Let me go, you morons. This is international kidnapping.” Did witches care about international laws? Her shoulders shook, and a welcome anger soared through her.

The van jerked.

“What the hell?” one of the guys snapped.

They tilted.

Something sputtered. The engine?

An explosion rocked the day, and the van spun. Her temple smacked the metal, and she rolled to the other side across the carpet. Breath swooshed from her lungs. Pain pounded in her head, and she blinked behind the blindfold.

The van stopped cold, and she rolled toward the front, her legs scrambling. Her forehead brushed the carpet, and she shook her head, dislodging the blindfold.

Doors opened, and grunts sounded. Men fighting. Punches being thrown.

The back doors opened, and light flooded inside.

She turned just as hands manacled her ankles and dragged her toward the street. Kicking out, she struggled furiously, her eyes adjusting and focusing on this new threat. A ski mask completely covered the guy’s head, leaving only his eyes and mouth revealed. With the light behind him, she couldn’t even make out the color of his irises.

His strong grip didn’t relent, and he easily pulled her toward the edge, dropping her legs toward the ground.