Unknown Touch: Werewolf Series, 1
**REPUBLISHED AUGUST 2015, Second Edition**
Kara McBride has been abducted by a secret organization known as The Liaison. Their mission: intervene and neutralize dangerous supernatural situations. They accidentally discovered Kara’s unique psychic ability to manipulate thoughts and emotions. Her powers could be the essential key in saving a pack of werewolves from self destruction. The Liaison persuade her to join their covert operation. In the woods surrounding Hamlin, Kentucky, a few rogue werewolves have split off from the main pack and committed violent crimes, bringing unwanted attention to the area, and risking their hidden existence from society. Kara will attempt creating mental connections with the wolves to calm their aggression, thus modifying their behavior. But, in the midst of chaos and danger, a love triangle develops. Kara must choose between a human… or a werewolf. Her decisions could be life-altering for her and others as she delves into the unknown.
UNKNOWN TOUCH: Werewolf Series, 1
We held our positions and remained motionless. Guarded, Daniel walked across the clearing to the front porch. Everyone completely tuned into our surroundings, listening and watching for anything suspicious. I tried to slow my rapid breathing. But my heart pounded with anxiety because no one knew what might happen next.
The cabin was falling apart from years of neglect. Rickety old steps, rotted wood with peeling paint, curled and missing shingles. I’m surprised anyone would attempt to live in it. Then again, we weren’t dealing with a human, but a savage werewolf.
I sent a mental message to Zac and Tessa, Do you have Daniel and the front door clearly in your line of sight?
They answered in unison, Yes.
Daniel stood on the front porch and braced himself. He pounded on the door twice and shouted, “Hey, Stephen! It’s Daniel. I know you’re in there. We need to talk.”
A distinct snarl came from within the cabin. Could Stephen be in the shape of a wolf? A few moments passed. Daniel stood patiently waiting, and took two steps backwards. I assumed we caught Stephen off guard, possibly sleeping, or maybe he needed to get dressed before coming outside. The growl obviously conveyed his anger with Daniel’s unexpected visit.
And then the door flung open. Stephen stepped onto the porch, making his grand entrance.
Daniel and Isaac had showed me very accurate images of Stephen during my previous failed attempt to enter his mind. I now gazed at him in the flesh… an extraordinary, supernatural creature, on so many levels. And he knew it. His arrogant, tough guy attitude dripped off him.
Still, I couldn’t deny it, he was handsome, in an Old World sort of way. I memorized his features, specific traits, and any interesting idiosyncrasies he displayed. Then, I tried connecting to his mind, but it stayed locked. Nothing. No sign of a way in. Just a big black wall. I kept concentrating.
“What do you want?” Stephen glared at Daniel. “You’re in my territory.”
Daniel took a deep breath, and calmly said, “I’m not here to fight with you, Stephen. I know you’re looking for any excuse to let loose on me. I am here to talk and ask you some questions. I hope you’ll give me honest answers.”
“Well, now, I’ll see what I can do,” he replied.
Daniel and Stephen remained on the small porch. Stephen closed the front door and leaned against it. Daniel positioned himself a few feet away, near one of the porch’s rotting posts.
“I’ll get straight to the point,” Daniel began, “I heard the news about the dead cattle and the hunter who was killed. Did you do it?”
Stephen slowly shook his head from side to side and laughed in mockery. He said,“No, it wasn’t me. Although I’m sure you sniffed out my scent in the general area, didn’t you?”
Stephen wanted to play games. Daniel knew this would be like pulling teeth, trying to get accurate information from him. “If it wasn’t you that committed these acts of violence, then tell me who did it.”
“That is the big question of the day, isn’t it? Well, I’m not at liberty to say at this time. He’d prefer to keep his identity private.”
Stephen stomped past Daniel, slammed into his shoulder, and stepped off the porch into the yard. He scanned the property, using his heightened senses of sight, sound, smell and even calling upon his sixth sense of perception. I could see it and feel it… His body stiffened and he prepared to defend himself. He suspected an ambush.
Stephen swung around and glared at Daniel. “Who’s out there?”
Daniel tried to remain calm, and answered, “I brought several people with me. They want to help you if you will allow it.”
“Humans. I knew it. I can smell them. You’re dealing with The Liaison again, aren’t you?” Stephen asked, his anger rising.
“Yes, I am. And all for the purpose of getting your emotions under control. We want to understand what’s happening to you and offer our help,” Daniel pleaded. He’d moved off the porch and stood a few feet from Stephen.
Mentally, I asked Zac and Tessa, Do you still have a clear shot of Stephen?
Zac replied, Yes.
Tessa replied, No.
My heart sank, but at least one of them sat in a good position. Better than none.
I psychically relayed this information to Daniel, Zac has a clear shot. Tessa doesn’t.
Daniel said, Do not kill him. Shoot for the shoulder if he attacks.
I mentally pushed this message into Zac and Tessa’s minds. Dominic read my thoughts, so he knew the situation.
During the confrontation, I kept trying to access Stephen’s mind, but with no success. Dom didn’t have any luck, either, although I’m the one who would have to mentally and emotionally manipulate Stephen, not Dom. I picked up his emotions better than ever, but could not break through the mental barrier. If I had physical contact with him or at least be a few feet from him, I believed it would help. Just something about Stephen’s mind wouldn’t let me in. He’d been blocking Daniel for quite some time, and maybe his constant withdrawal from psychic connections interfered with my ability to gain access.
Suddenly, Stephen pressed his fingers on the sides of his head, aware of someone trying to read his mind. And he knew it wasn’t Daniel.
He scrutinized the trees and abruptly zoned in on my location. I held my breath and gradually exhaled as Daniel took a step closer to Stephen.
“There’s someone new added to the mix…,” Stephen said. “A female who tried this with your help before. I’d seen a flash of something, but thought it was my imagination. I don’t appreciate anyone, a stranger especially, trying to mess with my mind. Seriously, Daniel, who do you think you are trying to control me? I will live the way I choose to. I won’t play by your rules anymore. I suggest you leave.”
Stephen’s fury escalated. Whether intentional or sparked by rage, his body shuddered and he transformed into a werewolf. As did Daniel. I gasped, watching with amazement and terror.
The two faced each other in a stand-off. Zac wasn’t sure if he should shoot or not. Eli, Dom and I actually rose up from our crouched positions behind the bushes. It didn’t matter anymore if Stephen saw us. He knew we were there.
The two powerful wolves circled one another, snarling and jaws snapping, around and around. Neither taking their eyes off the other. Their lips curled back, displaying long, sharp, deadly teeth meant to kill prey. But both filled the role of predator at that moment. Saliva dripped from their open mouths; ears flattened to their heads. Daniel looked much more beastly, more barbaric, than I remembered from the first time I ever saw him transform. He seemed friendly at that time, but not now.
Daniel had only come here to question Stephen. Well, that and to let me get closer so I could psychically manipulate his twisted emotions. Daniel would not attack first. He didn’t plan to be the aggressor in this duel, but had to transform to meet Stephen equally on the playing field.
All at once, Stephen dove at Daniel’s throat. In that split second a shot was fired by Zac. He hit Stephen squarely in the shoulder, as Daniel requested. Stephen hit the ground with a yelp of pain, and he retreated immediately, limping off, trailing blood. He knew he would not win this fight today.
Unknown Touch – Werewolf Series – Book 1
“These books are awesome. You really know how to keep the reader’s attention. I can’t wait until your next book. Thanks for the adventures.” ~~Nancy Patterson
Unknown Touch – Werewolf Series – Book 1
“OMG, Gina! I read the book in 1 day! I fell asleep last night while reading and started again this morning. I couldn’t stop reading! I loved it! Good luck with the new book. You will have to keep me posted on anything you write! You are an excellent writer!” ~~ Stephanie Pinion
Unknown Scent: Werewolf Series, 2
**REPUBLISHED AUGUST 2015, Second Edition**
Danger awaits Kara and her friends on unfamiliar territory when their covert operation fails. Werewolves, a vampire, psychics and black magic witches face-off in fast-paced battles of good vs. evil. Time is running out for The Liaison. They must locate the witches’ hideout and prevent a sacrificial ritual before it’s too late and everyone suffers the consequences. Major upheavals cause self-control issues among Kara’s friends, nearly destroying them. A gift Kara receives proves priceless in a life or death situation. Her powers of mental manipulation and mind reading are instrumental to her own survival and others, especially when caught in the clutches of evil. New alliances form, not all are human. Throughout the mayhem, Kara remains conflicted over who she loves more: her best friend (a psychic human) or her boyfriend (a werewolf). A choice needs to be made that could be life altering. Especially as she continues to delve into the unknown.
UNKNOWN SCENT: Werewolf Series, 2
We parked across the street from the old building. Josiah stepped out from the darkness. Under a streetlight, he gave us a single wave to approach him. Without speaking, we walked around to the back of the building and spotted a door.
Josiah spoke in our minds, The witches are here. Can everyone sense them?
Zac looked frustrated. He was the only one that didn’t have some form of psychic ability. The werewolves didn’t have much, but could sense that something wasn’t right, something evil permeated this area. Not only that, but with their heightened senses, along with Josiah’s, they could hear distant sounds and smell certain scents indicating the ritual was being performed.
Dom tried to focus on Lexy, not able to read her mind but snatching a word or image every few seconds. I sensed dread and fear pulsing through her and picked up what sounded like an incantation.
Josiah stiffened. I smell human blood. Free-flowing. They must be cutting themselves and using their own blood for the sacrificial offering. We need to move now!
The door was locked. Dominic gave it one quick look and used his telekinetic ability to slide the deadbolt open. Josiah held up one hand in a warning gesture to prevent us from charging inside and touched a finger to his lips reminding us to stay quiet and use telepathy to speak.
With incredible stealth, we crept through a stock room and an office like professional burglars. The next area revealed the huge, wide-open space where the resurrection ritual was taking place.
The chanting reverberated in my ears and sent chills down my spine. I smelled herbs and burning candles and a revolting odor of decay. We stayed hidden in the darkness for another moment, gathering our bearings as we observed the witches. Dom and I wouldn’t leave that spot when the others decided to raid the scene.
The only electrical source of lighting came from one fluorescent fixture hanging on the far left side of the store. There must have been fifty candles lit around them.
The witches were totally oblivious to our presence while they recited the incantation. They stood within a large circle traced on the floor, surrounded by other painted symbols and letters. We viewed their right sides, although they were turned enough for us to see some of their backsides. That was an advantage as opposed to trying to rush them face on.
A cold wind whipped through the building. The candles flickered; a few went out. The air sizzled and a section of the floor cracked. A vaporous outline was taking shape in front of them but the chanting never stopped, instead it grew in volume and intensity. My pounding heart and rapid breathing seemed compelled to match the rhythm of the chant. Josiah shook my arm to warn me not to slip into a trance.
Daniel and Isaac stripped off their clothes and tossed them to me. Silently they transformed into the true werewolf shape of the beast and were ready for action.
Blood dripped from several of the witches’ hands. All wore black, hooded robes that covered the length of their bodies and brushed the tops of their feet, making it impossible to identify who was who. Then one witch stepped forth from the rest, but did not leave the protection of the painted circle. This particular witch seemed to be the leader. Suddenly, all the hoods were pulled back, revealing each individual.
The leader was a [spoiler: information removed!]
We were shocked. Josiah held back gasping…
Unknown Scent – Werewolf Series – Book 2
“This book was such an exciting read. I could see this as a television series, where the Liaison team goes out each week and fights evil. I think it would be an original and exciting show to watch. And original is something we need on television. If I could I would give 6 stars.” ~~Patricia Foltz, Way2Kool Reviews
Unknown Scent – Werewolf Series – Book 2
“The first words that came to mind when I began writing this review was WOW. This story was truly amazing and touched me deeply. I enjoyed reading every page and could not stop until the very end and even then I did not want to stop. I fell in love with all the characters in this book immediately.” ~~ Jennifer Monzon, Once Upon a Twilight Book Reviewer
Unknown Taste: Werewolf Series, 3
**Published August 2015**
Altered abilities, lost lives, saved souls… and Kara’s chaos in battling evil never ends. Kara has one month to gain control over her new abilities and focus her unstable mind before The Liaison’s next mission… she hopes. All of her senses, including psychic powers, are on overdrive and her sanity is at stake. Kara’s werewolf boyfriend, Daniel, and her other friends help her embrace the changes… Evil beware.
At a secret lab in St. Louis, werewolves and vampires undergo horrific experiments. The Liaison’s goal: free the captives and shut down the lab… forever. From the moment they step foot on enemy territory, their skills are tested as Kara and her friends encounter traps and hostile opponents. Things never go the way they are planned. Lives are changed forever as explosive situations slam the team from every direction. Helping others gives Kara’s life greater meaning, but will her actions prove heroic or futile as she delves deeper into the unknown?
UNKNOWN TASTE: Werewolf Series, 3
I heard movement inside the room but no one responded to my forewarning. I looked at the guys for confirmation to unlock the door and Daniel gave me a quick nod to proceed.
I held the plastic bag containing the control room worker’s eye up to the retinal scanner and within seconds it displayed ACCESS GRANTED. I turned the key in the lock and sensed the mechanism sliding open with a distinct “click”. Josiah firmly grasped the door handle while keeping his other hand on the door itself. Zac positioned his hands on the door, too, just in case the werewolf decided to rush at the door, shoving it open, and make a mad dash for freedom.
I pulled the key attached to the key ring from the lock and stepped to the right, out of everyone’s way. Josiah cautiously opened the door, allowing the werewolf inside to view Zac first… another werewolf, instead of coming face to face with a vampire. Daniel wedged himself beside Zac, forming a barrier to prevent any escape. Josiah remained partially hidden by the door with Mizar standing behind Daniel and Zac.
I couldn’t breathe for a moment, straining to hear anything from inside the holding cell. I stood with my back against the hallway wall, key ring in one hand, and the eyeball in the other. I turned my head and watched the guys’ expressions. They didn’t flinch or show any signs of weakness, and ignored my questioning stare.
Great. We were in a deadlock, no one moved or spoke. I exhaled louder than intended and Josiah flashed his eyes at me, displeased with my impatience.
We had a total of sixteen rooms to unlock… sixteen werewolves to contend with and to determine what we should do with them. Give those we deemed “good” their freedom or lock up the “bad” and potentially kill those we didn’t release.
My aggravation level soared. I felt myself flip flop from caring about the captives to not really giving a damn. I had the sudden urge to run from door to door and unlock every single one of them. Let them all out and then my team and I could leave this place. I didn’t want to be here.
I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the task in front of us, and slumped against the wall.
Suddenly, I heard a gruff voice ask, “Where is she? I want to see the woman who talked to me.”
My eyes widened and I lifted my head off the wall. I stepped behind Daniel and Zac, knowing the werewolf could hear, smell and slightly see me. Mizar and Josiah squeezed close to me, preparing for an attack. I frowned a little at everyone’s overprotective behavior.
I said, “I’m right here. Please come with us now.”
I raised up on the tips of my toes and peered between Daniel and Zac’s shoulders. Standing twenty feet inside the room, a burly man narrowed his eyes upon seeing me.
Daniel said, “We’re limited on time and we need to go through this process with all the holding cells. We’ve only temporarily seized control of Romulus.”
Daniel probably shouldn’t have said “go through this process”.
The werewolf scratched his chin, considering his predicament. “What ‘process’? You should simply be able to open my door, get out of the way and I leave the building. You obviously have the exit under your control. I know this place like the back of my hand. I don’t need a babysitter to help me run out the front door.”
Definitely suspicious. And this was only Cell #1. How would we ever get through sixteen rooms that night?
As I pressed into Daniel and Zac, I felt Zac’s breathing quicken and heard the air forcefully move in and out of his nostrils. He wouldn’t hold out much longer before diving into the cell and grabbing this werewolf, which would result in a brawl.
I made one last plea. “Just let them escort you outside. Do you want to stay locked up in here?”
He tilted his head and growled, and I watched his hands change, his fingers elongated with sharp talons which flicked at the air. The werewolf in the cell lunged towards us and Zac made his move, but Mizar yanked him back with his good arm. Daniel slammed the door closed, resetting the locks. He leaned against it and we heard the werewolf inside banging his fists on the door.
He shouted, “Romulus will catch you! You can’t win!”
He pounded the door once more, then we heard him slide down the surface, and his rear hit the floor. As we started moving away from the door, a loud, long howl came from his room. Did he feel anger? Sorrow? We didn’t know. What if every door we opened had the same outcome?
Hunt of the Unknown: Werewolf Series Novella
**Published August 2015**
(A NOVELLA SET IN THE WORLD OF THE UNKNOWN: WEREWOLF SERIES. STAND-ALONE OR BOOK 4.)
(This novella is set in the Werewolf Series world. It has new characters, but the events and timeline follow the third book, Unknown Taste.)
HUNT OF THE UNKNOWN: Werewolf Series Novella
There are things in life you don’t want to believe in, that can’t possibly be real, but if you don’t believe in them, they could kill you… And you have a better chance of surviving if you can accept their existence…
Only once in my life had I seen a wolf in Deadwood, South Dakota. They weren’t a common sight. But as I rounded the corner of my parents’ house, I gasped as I watched a gigantic gray wolf sprint across the wide clearing in the back yard.
It was a warm June afternoon and I’d gone outside to water Mom’s plants. The wolf had spotted me and skidded to a stop, panting heavily with saliva dripping from its jaws. I don’t know if he saw me fumbling with the watering can, heard me muttering to myself, or if he caught my scent, but I had his full attention.
I didn’t move and tried to plan my best escape route. If I dropped the watering can and ran to the sliding glass door, I figured I could get inside before he could make his way to me and chew my leg off. Or, if I held onto the watering can, I could use it as a weapon and swing it at him to protect myself.
But instead, I did nothing. I felt frozen in place, terrified to do anything but stare back at him. As he lifted his muzzle and sniffed the air, I scrutinized him from head to tail and realized that wolves weren’t supposed to be that huge. I’d guess his size was comparable to a grizzly bear or a small cow. My fear and panic skyrocketed and I thought for sure my heart would explode from beating too fast.
The wolf glanced back at the tree line he had just emerged from, and he emitted a low, menacing growl, which rumbled through his bared teeth. The tiny hairs on my neck stood straight up and goose bumps exploded all over my skin.
And then, his body noticeably quivered, it grew in size… but not like a bigger wolf. His front legs raised off the ground and drew closer to his sides, resembling muscular arms. The wolf’s paws stretched and transformed into sharp claws. And his torso shot upwards into a hunched standing position, at least two feet taller than me.
No way. I blinked my eyes rapidly and my mouth hung open in shock. No freaking way!
Three seconds passed, and he returned to the wolf shape.
He snapped his teeth and glared at me before launching across the yard at a ridiculous speed. When he reached the far side of our property and disappeared into the woods, he had become a blur, a fuzzy image. And I had perfect eyesight, which meant he moved so fast I could no longer make out his individual features.
I leaned against the vinyl siding on the house and exhaled loudly, attempting to calm my nerves and let everything I had just witnessed actually register in my mind. I let my head drop to my chest and closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I heard the pounding of feet as they crunched broken branches and undergrowth in the woods. Did the wolf circle around? Or was this noise coming from what had chased him?