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Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Turning Payne by Chantel Seabrook
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TITLE: TURNING PAYNE
RELEASE DATE: JANUARY
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Agent Turner Payne, lion shifter, has dedicated his career
to bringing down the man responsible for the deaths of hundreds of metamorphs.
His world is turned upside-down when he crosses paths with his mortal enemy’s
daughter, Riley, and she becomes the victim of her own father's latest
experiment. Riley has to decide whom she can trust—if anyone, and Turner must
go against Therian law to protect her. But at what cost?
Content Warning: Intended for mature audiences.
This is a standalone shifter romance, second in the Therian
Turner's heart beat wildly, and a trickle of sweat rolled
down the side of his face as he stared at the woman's profile. She didn't move
or react to the fact that he'd almost tracked black tire prints over her sexy
baby blue pajama shorts.
He slammed the car door. "What the hell are you doing?
I could have killed you."
Her shoulders flinched, but she didn't turn around.
"Did you hear me? I almost killed you. What the hell
are you doing standing in the middle of the road?"
Her dark green eyes barely wavered over him as he came to
stand in front of her.
He stopped short as recognition swept over him. Bloody hell,
of all the people to almost run over, it had to be Richard Boyd's oldest
If the agency found out he'd rented an apartment two blocks
from her house, he would be in deep shit. He was already on probation after
what happened with Boyd. One more strike and he would get more than a slap on
the wrist. He was breaking protocol just talking to her, but it wasn't his
fault that she had a death wish.
Her chin trembled and her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
God, she was gorgeous. His gaze lingered on the full curves of her breasts
before travelling to the full bottom lip that begged to be nipped and sucked.
His cock twitched at the thought.
Yeah, that's what he needed, a hard-on for the daughter of
his mortal enemy. A man whose death he was somewhat responsible for.
Her breathing was rapid and shallow. She was in shock.
Either that or she'd inherited her father's unhinged mind. The latter thought
sent a chill down Turner's spine.
"You want to tell me why you're standing out in the
middle of the road in your pajamas?"
She blinked slowly, then turned her attention back to the
red brick bungalow. "My-my sis-sister."
He laid a hand on her bare shoulder. She was ice cold.
"What about your sister?"
She placed her palms over her eyes and shook her head.
"Oh God, I'm losing my mind."
Was crazy genetic? It wouldn't help to agree with her, but
knowing who her father was, her words held a high probability. Still, he
couldn't leave her like this.
He gripped her elbow. "Let's get you back inside."
She jerked her arm away, eyes rounding in fear and took an
unsteady step backwards. "I can't go back in there."
He scrubbed his hands over his face. "Is there someone
you want me to call?"
A hysterical laugh escaped her lips. "Yeah, Animal
He looked back at the house and inhaled deeply through his
nose. Fuck, and double shit. It was faint, but even from thirty feet away he
could smell its scent. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Probably because he was
having a hard time keeping his eyes diverted from the taut nipples that pressed
against the thin fabric of her tank top.
The day was just getting better and better.
He put his hands up in an effort to look unthreatening, but
with his height and build, that was no easy feat. He took a tentative step
towards her. "Can you tell me what happened?"
With shaky fingers, she tucked her tussled red hair behind
her ears. "You wo-won't be-believe me. I don't know if I believe it
"I heard Kiera's alarm going off." She closed her
eyes, and her lips quivered as she spoke. "She never sleeps in. I don't
even know why she sets it; she's up at the same time every day."
Turner clenched his teeth and fought for patience. "And
then what happened?"
She hugged herself, her eyes dazed as she tried to
articulate what she'd seen. "I went to Kiera's room to check on her."
"But she wasn't there?" he asked, already knowing
the answer. His questions were only putting off the inevitable, but he needed
confirmation. "Was the room empty?"
She flinched at his question.
In that single gesture, his suspicions were confirmed. Shit,
he had to call the agency, but how was he going to explain why he was near her
house in the first place?
He cursed Richard Boyd under his breath. Figured the asshole
would find a way to screw with his life, even beyond the grave.
A little too roughly, he grabbed her upper arm and pulled
her towards the SUV. "Get in the car."
"What?" She stared at him, wide-eyed, and tried
unsuccessfully to pull free of his grip.
"Get in the car, Riley. I'll deal with it."
She gave him an odd look. "Deal with what? You don't
even know what's in there."
He moved quickly, leaning down so he was nose to nose with
her. "Then tell me." He kept his voice deliberately low, but she
didn't shrink in fear as he expected her to.
"A lion." She pushed at his chest, and he released
her. Bordering on hysterical, she threw her hands in the air. "There was a
freaking lion on my sister's bed."
That did surprise him.
Of all the victims Turner had analyzed, not one had been of
the species panthera leo.
He opened the passenger door and motioned for her to get in.
"I'll deal with it."
She gave her head a small shake. "Did you hear me?
There's a lion—"
He held out a hand to stop her. An older couple walked by,
staring at them. The last thing he needed was to draw more attention. What he
needed to do was get the lion contained. Wipe Riley's memory, and somehow get
the animal to the agency's underground research lab without being detected—So
much for his morning nap.
"You need to trust me."
"Trust you?" Her eyes instantly narrowed and
filled with suspicion. "I don't even know you."
His phone vibrated in his back pocket.
Incoming Call, Chase Payne flashed on the screen. If there
was anyone in the world he could rely on to help him with this mess, it was his
He pressed Talk, and brought the phone to his ear. "I
need your help."
There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the line.
"What did you do now?"
Riley's gaze darted between him and the house. He wasn't
sure which she looked more scared of, him or the lion.
He turned his back to her and lowered his voice. "I'm
at the Boyd's house. I need you to get your ass over here ASAP."
"Dammit, Turner. If anyone finds out your anywhere near
that man's family—"
"Lay off the lecture. Just get over here. We have a—situation."
He ended the call before his brother could argue.
Riley chewed on her bottom lip and took a step back when he
approached her. "How do you know my name?"
"Let's go inside and I'll explain." He held out
his hand and gave her a half-smile.
She shook her head and took another step backwards.
He shrugged and turned.
"Wait," she called out as he stalked towards the
The front door was slightly open. The moment he stepped
inside, the animal's scent slammed into him.
"You can't just barge into someone's—"
"Sit." He motioned to the sofa in the living room
just off the front entrance.
"Look." She crossed her arms over her chest and
narrowed her eyes. "I don't need you here. I was probably just
sleepwalking. I do that sometimes when I'm really stressed, or
She didn't finish the sentence. Her jaw went slack as her
gaze focused on something behind him.
He didn't need to turn to know what caused her reaction.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me. You didn't think to shut the bedroom
Chantel Seabrook currently resides in London, Ontario, with
her husband and two daughters. She is passionate about writing and enjoys reading
fantasy, paranormal romance, and science fiction. Chantel has a four-year
Anthropology degree from Western University.