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What do a dead werewolf, a kidnapped coroner, and an inept witch have in common? LOVE AT FIRST SHOT.
Emma Feltman is a master mage in training with one minor problem: sexual frustration has twisted her ordinarily powerful magic into an unpredictable force of chaos. Her current job assignment is the Supernatural Clean-up Crew. When a werewolf is unlucky enough to get hit by a car, Emma's crew is sent in to retrieve the body. Dr. "T.J." Jackson happens to be the coroner on duty. When it's discovered his mind is immune to magic so they can't erase the incident from his memory, they do the next best thing. They take him with them. Stashed in a cabin miles from anywhere, Emma and T.J. start things off with a bang. But can a relationship built under extreme conditions really work?
Praise for Love at First Shot
"This is a fun read, with lots of surprises and laughter, as well as some steamy romantic magic. I recommend this for readers who want a bit more magic in their lives." -5 Books, Holly, Long and Short Reviews. Read the Full Review.
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Love at First Shot Copyright 2010 Kaye Chambers All rights reserved - a Wild Rose Press publication
T.J.'s mouth firmed in a line and the smiling flirt was gone. In its place stood a man who was used to getting what he wanted. The way he stood broadcasted it. Of course, with the gash across his behind, she doubted he'd be relaxing against anything for a few days, but still. In some part of her mind, she'd known he was physically imposing. Standing so close to him at the morgue, the detail had been filed away; however, she hadn't fully appreciated it until that moment.
Her mouth went dry and she leaned back to rest against the stove and allowed herself to stare. Without the teasing smile to soften it, his face was hard planes that looked perfectly at home on the broad shoulders encased in cotton.
"Um, Emma?"
"Hmmm?"
"You're on fire."
"Hmmm?"
"Your shirt. It's burning."
Heat drifted up her back and she jerked away from the stove. Throwing the skillet down on the island, she ripped her shirttail out of her pants. Before even considering if she wanted to be without her clothes with the new persona of Dr. Jackson, Emma had it over her head and onto the floor. Stomping on it like it was her most hated possession, she put the fire out.
"I guess we're even."
Looking at him blankly, Emma tried to make sense of it. Only when his gaze heated and rested significantly below her chin did she realize she'd worn one of her nice bras. It took every ounce of self-possession not to cover her chest with her arms.
I will not be embarrassed. I'm over twenty-one, hardly a virgin, and stranded in the woods with a man I find attractive. Nothing has to happen that I don't want to happen. Dr. Theodore Jackson is a tool to be used, at best. At worst, he's an inconvenience that will shortly be safely in the hands of powers greater than I.
Somehow, she found her voice, but the airy confidence had gone down in the same ashes as her shirt.
"What do you mean?"
"Now, we're both out of clothes. But, alas, I was raised to be a gentleman. I'll give you my shirt if you'll open this damned can."
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