Once
An Alpha
The
S Files
Paranormal
Investigation Agency , Book
1
by Callie
McKenna
Genre: BBW Paranormal romance
Date of Publication: 16th January
2015
ASIN: B00SDFDRJU
Number of pages: 138
Word Count: 42000
Cover Artist: L. Armstrong
Book Description:
Mystery.
Intrigue. Lust. The sexiest shifters. This book has it all...
Curvy FBI agent Myla Peyton has
always believed in logic and science. But when she is assigned to the
paranormal S Files investigation agency, everything she believes in is challenged.
And what’s worse is her partner,
David Lyndon. Sexy as hell and arrogant to boot, Myla can’t stand him after
encountering him during her time at the FBI academy. There’s something
different about him that she can’t put her finger on. Why does he sniff the air
like a dog, and why do his eyes sometimes seem to glow?
The two are sent to the sleepy
mountain town of Bakewell Springs, Colorado, to investigate multiple
disappearances of hikers over the years. Someone…or something…is snatching them
up in the night, and it’s up to the two agents to figure out what’s really
going on.
Can Myla resist David's mysterious
charms while solving the case? And can David resist the urge to claim his curvy
mate?
Warning:
This book contains lots of HOT sex, adult language and violence. If this is not
the kind of stuff you like to read, skip this book. However, if you like dirty,
raunchy sex with a strong, sassy and smart BBW heroine, then this is right up
your alley. Enjoy!
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Excerpt:
“Anyway, I’d tell
you what the position is right now, but we’re still waiting on a third party,”
Director Armstrong said, leaning back slightly. “You are one of two agents we
want on this task force, and unfortunately he is quite late.”
“Who is he?” I
asked, but I didn’t need to. Only a second after I spoke, the door opened, and
I had to suppress the urge to roll my eyes as David Lyndon sauntered in.
Seeing him always
sent my body into a tailspin of confusion. I couldn’t stand the guy, but there
was no denying what he did to me and probably every other woman he came within
ten feet of. The man was gorgeous. With a lot more than a capital G. Seriously,
even thinking of him made my heart jump in my chest and fireworks go off in my
stomach.
He had
golden-tanned skin with dark hair, flawless chiseled features and piercing
green eyes, and also enough muscles to share with at least five other men. But
like I said, I couldn’t stand him. Not after spending all that time down in
Quantico with him at the academy, and certainly not after that night. He was a
smooth-talking asshole, a womanizer and arrogant to boot. I suppose he couldn’t
help it, what with women melting in his presence and practically throwing their
panties at him.
“Myla,” he said,
nodding in my direction and flashing that panty-dropping grin at me. Not today,
Lyndon. You wish. I seethed at the idea
of having to be paired with him, and I gave him a stiff nod in return. The last
time I’d seen him was at some agency function in the city a year ago, where I’d
taken pains to avoid him and then given him the cold shoulder when he’d caught
me off guard and tried to start a conversation with me.
“Okay, let’s get
down to it,” Director Armstrong said, motioning for Lyndon to sit. “I’ve asked
you here today because we want you both working in this little department
that’s been around for a while, but…err… well, most agents have never heard of
it. And for good reason too. It’s a little… unorthodox.”
“Unorthodox how?”
I asked sharply.
“It’s called the S
Files,” he replied, looking at Lyndon and me to gauge our responses. I’d never
heard of it, and I raised an eyebrow, but Lyndon clearly had because he simply
smiled and nodded.
“This department
investigates strange events around the country that regular police departments
have classified as unsolved due to… how can I put this… due to extenuating
circumstances.”
I raised my other
eyebrow this time as well.
“What sort of
extenuating circumstances?” I asked.
Director Armstrong
looked slightly flustered, and it was clear he thought he was going to have a
hard time getting me on board. “Paranormal events. Unexplained phenomena. Those sorts of
shenanigans.”
This time I could
barely contain my surprise. I’d heard of departments like this existing, but
I’d always assumed it was part of the agency lore. Not real in any way. But
here I was being asked to join the S Files, with David Lyndon of all people.
“Um. Okay then….
and why exactly is he here? Couldn’t find any other decent agents?” I jerked my
head in Lyndon’s direction, plastering a big old fake saccharin-sweet smile on
my face. I knew I was being unprofessional, but I just couldn’t help myself
when it came to him.
Director Armstrong
pursed his lips into a thin smile. “Now, now. I’m aware of the fact that you
two didn’t exactly get along back in the day, but we need you both on this.
Agent Lyndon has experience with certain matters that may come in handy.”
Lyndon smirked at
me and I rolled my eyes. Experience, huh? As far as I knew, the only thing he
was experienced at was talking women out of their panties…and out of their
minds, I presumed. You’d have to be insane to actually fall for his so-called
charms.
“Why is it called
the S Files?” I asked. “What does the S stand for?”
Director Armstrong
coughed and crossed his arms. “The S stands for Shifter. We have compelling
reason to believe that many unexplained events that go on in this world can be
explained by the existence of shapeshifters.”
I snorted back
laughter. “This has got to be a joke. Shapeshifters?”
Lyndon narrowed
his eyes at me, and Director Armstrong smiled. “Keep an open mind, Agent
Peyton. Not everything can be explained with the logic of science. But that’s
where you come in, to try and prove us wrong. To sort out the paranormal from
the regular old things that can be explained rationally.”
This time I didn’t
suppress the urge to roll my eyes. “Right. So when would we start?”
“Right away,”
Armstrong replied. “You’ve both already been relieved of your current
postings.”
Great. So
apparently I didn’t even get a choice in the matter. Whether I liked it or not,
I had been removed from my geeky position with the computer scientists and
forced into the S Files, with Lyndon foisted upon me as well. Double whammy.
The S Files. What
a ridiculous name. And the FBI believing in shifters? I’ll be damned. I was
willing to bet that whatever allegedly paranormal events we looked into, there
would be a rational explanation for all of them. Or else I’d eat my shirt.
Armstrong
continued. “We’ll need you both to take a plane to Denver tomorrow morning.
Your first case awaits…”
About
the Author:
Author Callie McKenna loves to
write hot and sexy stories. How hot? So hot that they might very well scorch
your e-reader! Usually paranormal, her stories are a great way to satisfy your
cravings for smart, sassy heroines with curves and sexy alpha shifters.
Callie was born in the US but
raised in South Africa before moving to Australia upon meeting her husband.
They live together with their two gorgeous cats and (hopefully) they can add a
baby to that mix soon. She is addicted to coffee, marshmallows and Indian food,
but thankfully not all at the same time...
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