Hot and Badgered (Honey Badger Chronicles, #1)

by Shelly Laurenston

While they all stared, Stevie’s shifted form began to rise . . . and rise . . . and rise. Until her head nearly reached the ceiling. . . and even then, Dougie got the distinct feeling that she wasn’t standing completely straight yet. That she was still bent over. Staring down at the remaining men, Stevie suddenly leaned forward and roared, shattering the windows throughout the room and, Dougie was sure, the entire building based on the screams he could hear from outside. No longer thinking about the women kicking their asses, the men aimed their guns at the thing baring rows of massive fangs at them. Honey badger fangs that were quadrupled in size. Then Stevie did something Dougie didn’t expect from any badger or cat because they weren’t physically capable. She charged up the wall and onto the ceiling. All twenty or so feet of her hung from the ceiling tiles. Her long tail snapped down and wrapped