First Page: Paranormal Romance

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The guy's aura betrayed him. Whatever he was up to was bad. Like tearing wings off butterflies bad. And he was walking directly toward her.

"Yeah, I got him," she said to the small terrier pawing at her leg.

Her teeth clenched as she stood completely still under the shade of the wing, watching him continue toward her. The plane was the only thing that stood between her and the man no more than twenty feet away.

She grabbed her logbook and pretended to read it in one hand as she clicked off the safety on the gun she held in her other hand behind her back, never letting the guy out of her sight. Everything about the guy's aura screamed foul. And that big ball of ugly was intently focused on Kerra and now only ten feet away and closing the distance.

"Hey! Can I help you?" she yelled out, waving the logbook in the air. She had jumping beans in her stomach, but if this guy thought she would just lie down and let him steal her plane, he would learn very quickly that she was the best student her self defense instructor ever taught.

No response. Instead, he just kept walking right at her, unfazed.

The fool had to be an idiot to try to steal a plane with its pilot standing right next to it. Unless-

Oh shit.

Unless of course the creep also needed a pilot for whatever fricked up scheme he had planned.

The small municipal airport was nearly deserted today – just like it was every day. The perfect place for a no-gooder to get busy being up to no good, she thought to herself.

The man abruptly froze with a deer-in-the-headlights look as something near the runway yanked his attention away from her. The colors of his aura trembled like raindrops breaking a puddle. Whatever he saw had him scared shitless. He spun like a plane in a ground loop and scurried back the way he came, pausing just long enough to throw a snarling glare her way.

Cripes. What an asshole. In response to his sneer, she flipped him the bird.

After enough distance was put between Kerra and the man, she leaned against the Maule and let out the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. That was the closest she'd ever been to plane-jacking, or robbery, or whatever the hell that guy had been up to. She would be sure to tell Hap about him first thing Monday morning, so a bulletin could be posted at the airport office.

She dropped the logbook and rubbed the back of her neck. Her muscles were tight, bringing on an instant tension headache. She glanced down at her other hand. It made her damn glad to have bought the Glock several months earlier. Being in Alaska, she figured she'd need the gun against bear or elk. Never, ever had she thought she'd need it against a human.

Once she found her nerve again, she pulled herself up and stretched around the tail to see what scared the guy away.

And did a double take.

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