Fated Mates and Where to Find Them (Fated Mates #2)

by A.J. Sherwood

The very air shook, a fine tremor as if winds were colliding. Max had never felt the like, couldn’t figure out where this weird pressure was coming from, only felt it push against his skin. In the next second, it grew stronger, then impossibly stronger still. A mother storm rushing at him might feel similar, except it came without sound—like death itself approaching.

his sympathy could currently be found in the dictionary somewhere between shit and syphilis.

Max poured coffee, threw in some cream and sugar, and the first sip promised processing power. Bless the magic beans that promoted life and goodness. Bless it.

Max wanted to talk about this as much as he wanted to streak through a mall naked.

The most terrifying vampire mafia boss in North America was nice…sure. Max could hear out of his left eye, too.

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