Happy birthday, Pack Justice! Amazon worked its magic really fast, so Pack Justice is now available for purchase! I had a lot of fun writing this book, and I hope you all enjoy it. There will be an email about the release going out to my subscribers on Wednesday, which will include an exclusive short story.
Sean’s guardian angel is a feline, but his spirit cheetah prefers rival attorney, Andrea Morgan, over him. Trapped in a failing, dangerous marriage and stalked by an accomplice of one of the most dangerous criminals he’s ever prosecuted, Sean’s troubles are just beginning.
A vacation should have offered him a chance to save his relationship with his wife, Idette. Instead, Sean learns he isn’t the only one with a secret, and his discovery of his wife’s true nature should have killed him.
To ensure Sean’s survival, his cheetah strikes a bargain with a wolf. Faced with life-long enslavement to his wife, becoming an instrument of pack justice seems like the far better alternative.
Unfortunately, pack justice is as brutal as it is swift, and should Sean fail to put an end to Idette’s machinations, everything he values will be targeted and destroyed, including his chance to be with the one woman who might be able to help him salvage the ruins of his life.
Some men had guardian angels. I, unfortunately, had a cat, and he liked Andrea Morgan far more than he liked me.
My spirit cheetah lounged at Andrea’s feet, and when he noticed my attention on him, he showed me his sharp, pointy teeth. His desire to hunt heated my blood, which cooled as soon as his attention returned to the lawyer he adored.
In a way, I couldn’t blame him. Out of all the female attorneys I had faced in court, she was the one who got under my skin, the one who always managed to piss me off by the end of a trial, and the one who made me lose sleep wondering how I’d finally best her.
I had won the case, but as always when I faced her and proved the victor, it was bittersweet. Normally, there was nothing quite as satisfying as listening to a judge sentence a cop killer to life in prison without chance of parole. The ‘without parole’ part of the judgment caught me by surprise; after Miller v. Alabama, few judges were willing to go so far.
The death sentence was more likely, and California hadn’t executed anyone since 2006.
There would be appeals, and I’d probably have to face Andrea Morgan in court again, which robbed me of my satisfaction and gave me a less-than-healthy dose of anxiety. I forced myself to focus on the good; three women had justice and a chance to get on with their lives. Justice wouldn’t help Officer Andrews, but I thought he’d rest easier with the conviction.
Andrews had been one of the good guys.
Douglass Roberts would lose all future appeals. I’d see to that, even if I had to face Andrea in court again.
All I could do was hope a different defense attorney was assigned the case. Andrea was good—one of the best. But, if my guess was right, the case had been as hard on her as it had been on me. I glanced at the woman out of the corner of my eye.
No one wanted to defend a cop killer and rapist, not in such an open-and-shut case, but she had done her job well. She had fought hard for the man even though he didn’t deserve a single moment of the woman’s time. The way she scowled at her papers made me uneasy. Her blue eyes were dark and clouded, and I wondered if she believed in her client—or if she, like me, despised cop killers and rapists more than other criminals.
I had become an attorney to put men like Douglass Roberts behind bars.
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