Their Unusual Mating [Paranormal Protection Unit 5] (Siren Publishing Classic)

Paranormal Protection Unit 5

Their Unusual Mating

She was no one, so why in the world would anyone want to kidnap her? That is the question that surrounds Charisma Coleman after a thwarted kidnapping attempt leads her to an old but trusted friend's home. Unsure of everything around her, she's as surprised as everyone else to find her calm in the arms of a man she thought nothing but a dream.

Months before when he'd been woken by the Queen's return, Laighean had been sure the woman of his stasis dreams was nothing more than a figment of a slowly degrading mind. To find her in his Queen's home, mere feet separating them, he fears the worst, insanity finally claiming another victim.

Their passions are fierce, years separated having stoked the fires of their needs to a fiery pitch. Charisma is still in danger, as are others who would be bond-mates, from an unknown threat. To protect his woman Laighean will need to learn his new world and fast.

Genre:
Contemporary, Paranormal

Length:
57,529 words
 

Paranormal Protection Unit 5

Honor James

EROTIC ROMANCE

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THEIR UNUSUAL MATING

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THEIR UNUSUAL MATING

Paranormal Protection Unit 5

HONOR JAMES

Copyright © 2013

Waking had been a strange thing. In an unknown place and time. A new Queen having been crowned and many of his friends and kin long since buried in a war long since forgotten. Forgotten by many of those that had moved forward, but not those that had been forced to sleep.

A war not of their making, one constructed and construed to ensure the Fae were put to sleep and, if their enemies had gotten their way, left to turn to dust. But Gaia had been on their side finally and the new Queen had been found and her people awoken. Or rather, most of her people had been awoken.

It took him a great deal of time to realize it, there were so many amongst the Fae, the Pixie, and others of the realm of Nature, but some hadn’t ever made it to the Sleeping. “The Sleeping” was such an innocuous term for stasis where there was to be no dreams, no thoughts, nothing but darkness. No, it was obvious that those that had known the truth had been exterminated, all but him. Why he had been spared he didn’t know, but hopefully in time he’d figure it out.

First though came the passing of knowledge. Absorbing all that had passed in the too many years, new technology, new population growth, new cities, new laws, new, new, and more new. It was quite frankly scary, terrifying, and downright horrifying by equal turns. That the human race had nearly exterminated them all not once, not twice, but several times out of their own sheer stupidity was unreal.

Gaining and absorbing the knowledge was hard. He would easily admit that. Next though came the testing, to ensure they had all absorbed it and understood it, including the new laws that governed the world, but mostly where they would be going. Or rather where the majority would be going.

He hadn’t spoken to any of the others of it, but he needed to do something before going to be with their Queen. Yes, it was a driving desire to be close to her, at least for a time until their tie to Nature was reestablished. But he had to do one thing first. He needed to know, for himself, just who had set them up to fall.

He could have asked Gaia. He likely could have even asked for an audience with their Queen, but he didn’t trust either. Not given that he was the only surviving member of the original Royal Guard who had known the threat imminent on the horizon. They never should have gone to the Queen of that time. That’s where they’d gone wrong, where everything had gone wrong. It was why his brethren were not there and why none of their family was either. Full extermination.

Which yet again begged the question, why had he been saved instead of another?

* * * *

Six months after the awakening he was standing right where the final battle had been waged. He was hoping for some bits of information to return. He was missing large chunks from his memory and likely not from anything but a well-thought-out plan. Crouching in what had once been a valley with rolling hills on either side, now a housing complex around a ravine, he touched the soil. “What am I missing?” he whispered in the old language.

Closing his eyes, he thought back to that day. He and his Fae brethren had heard tell the borders had been breached by a warring faction of the Dragons. Dragons that had thrown off their King and gone rogue. The Fae Queen had dispatched much of the army as well as a select group of the Royal Guard, himself included, to go and meet the Dragons and ensure they knew they were not permitted to be there unless it was in peace.

Looking back at it now he realized that those selected from the Guard were all dead, all but him. Licking his lips, he let out a shuddering breath and stood, turning to look up the way. He was seeing the past, not the present. He saw his group of Fae riders coming over the hill to the south riding in a northwestern direction.

The wind was coming from the west, helping to hide the Fae’s scent from the Dragons. But it was aiding them to know just where the Dragons were. Which allowed the Fae to get close. From there it had all gone downhill fast.

The Dragons had known they were coming. It was all planned. The battle had raged hard and fast, other Fae coming in at the call, not to aid their own but to aid the Dragon rebels! Frowning as his memories started to fuzz over, he fought to know more, to remember more.

The Dragons had pulled back. It had been a power play by the Fae Queen’s former King. She’d stepped down…Wait, when did that happen? Events were muddling. He was having a hard time keeping it all straight. The Fae fighting Fae had been discovered by Gaia and she’d stopped them. He and others of the Guard had tried to explain, but had been silenced by the Goddess, unwilling to hear their side and know the truth.

They’d been punished, all of the Fae, put into stasis, the sleep of the dead. Or so it was told. But it wasn’t silent, at least not for him. No, he’d dreamed, over and over of the moment when Gaia had refused to hear his words. But he, unlike all the others who had known the truth, was alive. Why?! “Why am I still alive, you bitch?!” he yelled in the original language to the Goddess who had no care.

He didn’t get an answer, not that he expected one. Not from her.

Knowing he had nowhere else to look he gave up. While Gaia had the answers she wasn’t answering. Perhaps the new Fae Queen could help him fill in the gaps. Not that he believed she’d give him the truth, not if Gaia was controlling what memories she might have. But he had to head for the Fae’s new home, a trip he was not looking forward to in the least.

Looking around at what he once knew and what was there in the now, he sighed. So much time had passed. So much had changed. How could he reconcile the past with the present? Taking one last look that only depressed him even more, Laighean turned his back on the place of his memories and headed into a future he wasn’t sure he wanted to face.

“
Shake-Shake, Shake-Shake, Shake your Sensa.
” She rolled her eyes as the commercial played in the background. “God kill me now,” she grumbled and tossed the stress ball against the wall once more. “Un-motherfucking-believable,” she muttered. “Thirty seven minutes,” she whispered. “I have been waiting for thirty-seven minutes for this douche bag to show and he’s not showing.” Standing, Charisma, “Rimi” to her friends, ran her hands down her skirt to straighten it and then tugged down the jacket. Sliding her feet back into the six-inch Jimmy Choos, she then adjusted her hair back over her shoulder and pulled her Blackberry from her purse.

“Waste of time,” she typed. “Prospective buyer never showed up.” She grumbled as she typed the message. Tossing the Blackberry back into her purse, she slipped it onto her shoulder and then grumbled to herself, “Thanks for wasting my first Friday night off in a month, you douche. That’s the very last time that I ever, ever freaking take a ‘hot sales lead’ from that asshole Hector.”

Moving to the foyer table that she had put her brochures as well as business cards on, she sighed and looked back at the house again. “Sorry, house, looks like you aren’t getting sold today.” She knew that it was silly to talk to a house, but why wouldn’t a house have a heart and soul? People created life in houses, and she firmly believed that a house chose its owners to make it a home. Yep, she was a weird duck.