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Realm Enforcers, Book 1
By REBECCA ZANETTI
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.Copyright © 2015 Rebecca Zanetti
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Kellach Dunne held his fire and turned the corner, keeping his prey in sight. Rain smattered the concrete sidewalk in a weary Seattle fashion, while garish lights from bars and massage parlors marred the comforting darkness of the midnight hour. He stepped over the legs of a bum and ignored the stench of piss, absently wishing for his bed and a good night's sleep.
He'd left his Harley parked in a side alley to follow the bastard who stalked a woman through the city's underbelly.
The woman scurried ahead, glancing over her shoulder, her instincts obviously kicking in. Her tight neon blue mini-dress hampered her movements, but he could appreciate the outfit—the kind that curved in just under the ass. The woman had a hell of an ass. Too bad she tottered in five-inch heels and from what smelled like Fireball whiskey.
He opened his senses to the night and the universe, scenting what humans couldn't even imagine. Yep. Fireball and tequila. Dangerous combination. Although a lingering smell, just under the surface, sped up his blood.
Woman. Fresh and clean ... all woman.
The man ahead of him stank of body odor, dime store cologne, and cigarette smoke. And something else, something that made Kellach's temples pound.
Damn it, hells fire, and motherfucker. The bastard had taken the drug. The human had somehow ingested the drug right under Kell's nose.
Kell had hung out in the Seattle underground bar for nearly a week, and somehow, the dealer had gotten past him. No wonder the foul smelling human was hunting the woman. He wouldn't be able to help himself.
She broke into a run, surprisingly agile on the heels. As she reacted to the imminent danger, she leaped over a mud puddle and turned down a barely lit alley.
Why the fuck did they always run down an alley? Shaking his head, Kellach increased his strides while the human male in front of him did the same. Idiot didn't even know Kellach tracked him.
Dim light from the upper apartments filtered down through the fog to barely light the way, although Kell could see fine in the dark.
The woman ran by two overflowing dumpsters, a couple garbage cans, a cardboard box housing a vagrant smelling like marijuana, and an odd arrangement of yellow flower pots perched on the back stoop of a porn shop. She reached the end of the alley blocked by a brick building and whirled around.
Gorgeous. Meager light shone down, highlighting a stunning face. Even with a ridiculous amount of blue eye shadow, pink blush, and bright red lipstick, she was a looker. Deep blue eyes, the color of the witching hour, stared out from a fine-boned face.
A woman like that not only didn't belong in a fucking alley ... she didn't belong in the bar she'd just left.
The human male slowed and let out a low chuckle that sounded slightly manic. He towered over the woman, even in her heels, and before Kell's eyes, his shoulders seem to broaden in his flannel shirt. "Looks like you're at a dead end," the guy said.
The woman sucked in air, her chest moving nicely with the effort. "W-what is wrong with your eyes?" The human shrugged.
Kell gave a slight nod. Yep. His eyes should be all sorts of crazy at this point.
The skin down Kell's arm sprang to life and the hair rose in warning. The atmosphere changed.
Flames, an unhealthy dark blue and morphing, danced down the human male's right arm. He gasped and shook out his wrist. Then he threw back his head and laughed. "Did you see that?"
The woman gaped and then slowly shook her head. "Did you just set your arm on fire?"
"No. I am fire." He held out his arm again, and flames licked down.
The woman inched to the side of the alley and stumbled over a loose brick. "What drug are you on?" Her focus narrowed as she regained her footing.
"Who cares? I'm invincible. I can create fire." More flames danced. The guy formed a ball in one hand. "Take off the dress, or I'll burn it off."
"That's not garing ta happen," Kell said, moving to the side, opposite of the woman.
The guy whirled around, fire whipping. "What the hell?"
"Been following you." Kell kept his hands loosely at his sides while fighting back the urge to alter matter with quantum physics and create his own fire. Just being in the same vicinity of another fire starter, one who didn't have a clue what to do, made him itchy. "Get lost, lady. I have business with the gent here."
The guy squinted. "You Australian?"
"No." Kell drew himself up. Australian? Fucking moron. "Move. Now," he ordered the woman, who'd frozen in place.
The guy shook his head. "If she moves, I'll burn her. Even through the rain, I'm all powerful."
"W-what's your business?" asked the woman as she took a tentative step along the building. Water sloshed up her shapely leg, and she had to shove short wet hair away from her face.
"Doesn't concern you." Kell angled deeper into the alley so the guy would have to partially turn to keep him in sight, thus giving the woman a chance for freedom. Rain splattered into his eyes. "Just get moving, would you?"
"No." The guy shook out both hands, and fire flickered. Blue and yellow stripes cut paths through his brown eyes, and red bloomed in the white parts. "I'll kill you both."
Kellach sighed. "How much of the drug did you take?" If the guy had only taken half a dose, he might live.
"The whole damn thing." The guy spun around, and plasma fire sailed into a dumpster, ripping a hole in the metal. "They said I'd be a god. I'm a fucking god."
The woman cringed against the brick building. "I don't understand. What kind of a weapon throws fire?"
Kell shot forward and slid an arm around the guy's neck, spinning him into a headlock, their backs to the woman. Fire burst along the guy's arms, burning Kell. Pain dug under his skin. With a low growl, Kell allowed his own fire free. Deep and green, it crackled along his body, shielding him from harm. With a puff of smoke, Kell's fire quelled the human's.
The human convulsed. Hard and fast, he shook against Kell, who held him upright. It was too late to help the guy—he had taken too much. Way too much. A wretched scream spilled from the human's throat.
Kell released him and stepped back.
The guy fell to the wet ground, still convulsing. Red poured from his ears, his eyes, and then his nose. The rancid stench of burned flesh filled the alley. He hit hard, shook, and then went still. His eyes retained the bizarre colors, and he looked sightlessly up at the cloudy night. The rain mingled with blood across his face.
Kell sighed and pushed wet hair out of his eyes. Another dead end, and he'd wasted more time, which he absolutely did not have right now. He needed to get rid of the body and then somehow convince the woman she hadn't just seen what she'd just seen. Plastering on his most charming smile, he turned around and froze.
"Seattle PD. Freeze, asshole," she whispered, her stance set, a Sig Subcompact in her hands and pointed at his head.
Detective Alexandra Monzelle kept her balance on the ridiculous heels and her gun pointed at the definite threat.
Well over six feet tall, muscled, graceful as hell ... the guy facing her showed no fear. No emotion, really. Black hair fell to his broad shoulders, the darkness a perfect match for his eyes. Chiseled face, huge-ass hands, and feet big enough to waterski on. Yet he moved with the smoothness of a trained soldier.
He lifted one dark eyebrow. "Seattle Police Department?"
She nodded and tried to stop shaking from the chill in the air on her bare skin. Way too much bare skin, but she'd been undercover. "Get on your knees."
Intrigue leaped into his glittering eyes. "Not garing ta happen."
Was that a true Irish brogue? It fit him somehow. "I will shoot you."
He shrugged a massive shoulder beneath a leather duster. "That's your choice, lass."
Did he just fucking call her lass like some lady from a century ago? "Oh no, Irish boy. Get on your knees. Now." She put every ounce of command she possessed into her voice.
"Well now. At least you knew I was from Ireland." He glanced down at the dead man and his foot slid forward as if to kick. Then, apparently changing his mind, he focused on her again and smiled. "As opposed to Australia."
Okay. She really didn't want another body on her hands, but in the dress and heels, she was at a physical disadvantage. The last thing she needed was to spend all night filling out more paperwork than had already been created. "Down. Now."
He cocked his head to one side. "I can't help but ask where you were keeping your weapon." His gaze, dark and intense, roved over her entire body.
Tingles. Damn weird and very unwelcome, tingles cascaded wherever his gaze landed. She might just have to shoot the bastard and fill out the paperwork anyway. "I don't want to shoot you, but I can live with the decision. Get on your knees or say a quick prayer to your maker."
He glanced over his shoulder. "I don't suppose you have backup coming?"
No. Her backup had followed the dealer. She shook her head to provide warning and lowered her aim to his right leg. "I guess losing one leg won't kill you."
His focus returned to her. "You shoot me, and we're going to have a problem." He spoke slowly and clearly, without a hint of distress.
A chill wandered down her back. The man was damn serious ... and damn scary. Yet she couldn't let any fear show. She sighed and tightened her arms to shoot. "If you'd just get on your knees, this night would go so much more smoothly."
She blinked. Seriously? Hell, if it got him to cooperate, she'd chirp a Haiku. "Please."
"As you wish." Graceful as any dancer, he dropped to his knees. Water splashed up.
Funny, but the guy didn't seem any less dangerous. She cleared her throat. "Cross your ankles."
He sighed and crossed huge boots behind him. "Why were you trying to entrap this guy?"
Her handcuffs were in her purse in the bar, and she hadn't had a chance to grab it before rushing out so the junkie would take the bait and follow her. Her gun, on the other hand, had been strapped to her inner thigh. "Clasp your hands together on the back of your head."
He kept her gaze and clasped his hands on that thick black hair. His shirt pulled tight over defined muscles in his chest, and he seemed more in control of the situation than ever. "You don't have cuffs."
Yep. Might just have to shoot him. "My partner will be here soon." She hoped Bernie would be there soon.
"Aye, I'm sure." The man glanced at the body. "Do you know how he died?"
Duh. "Overdose. What's your name?"
"Kellach." He lifted both eyebrows. "What's yours?"
"Detective Alexandra Monzelle." Everyone called her Lex. Between the disappearance of her adrenaline rush, the chilly rain, and her aching arms, the gun became heavy. Yet she didn't twitch. "What do you know about the drug?"
"What drug?" The man's eyelids half-closed as if she were boring him to sleep.
Heck, she'd like to plug him one in the leg just to get his attention. "You asked about the drug. It's too late to play dumb."
"Okay, then how about explaining all that fire. Did you douse yourself with some weird accelerant?" She couldn't quite come up with a reasonable explanation for the strange glow over his skin and the corpse's, so he'd better damn well explain, because she hadn't gotten a good look with their backs turned to her. "Where's the weapon?"
"No weapon. It's a chemical that looks like fire but obviously isn't."
True—no burn marks marred his skin or the dead guy. Who was Kellach? Was he a rival dealer or something else? He wore a leather duster, flack boots, and faded jeans. Motorcycle gang member?
His head lifted, and his nostrils flared just like a German shepherd she'd seen scouting for drugs once.
Long shadows mingled on the alley floor, and two men drew nearer. Deep blue flames morphed along the arm of one of them. More of the damn weapons?
"Ballocks," Kellach muttered before launching himself off the asphalt and right at her. He cleared the dead body, wrapped himself around her, and tackled her to the ground. One hand cushioned her head, while a rock-hard arm banded around her waist and kept her from injuring, well, anything. He rolled, released her, and jumped to his feet in front of her.
The scent of salt, ocean, and pine surrounded her.
No way. No way should he have been able to move so quickly when she'd had him contained on his knees. Shock made her hands tremble. She shoved herself up and kicked off the heels. Shit. She still held her gun in her hand but was acting like a rookie.
"Gentlemen?" Kell asked, his stance casual. "Can I help you?"
The guy with the blue arm glanced down at the corpse and hissed. "We came to help Chuck." His face contorted and turned an ugly red. "You killed him."
"No. The drug he took killed him." Kellach's stance widened. "How much of it did you take?"
Lex peered around the solid brick of the man toward the two guys. The light illuminated them from behind, so she couldn't see their eyes. What was Kell seeing?
"Enough to be a god." The first guy lifted his hand and threw what looked like a ball of fire at Kellach.
A massive fireball instantly crackled from Kellach, and he threw it toward the other ball. They smashed into each other with an unholy bellow of steam, fire, and energy. Kellach's ball encircled the other ball and snuffed it out before disappearing.
What the holy fuck? The damn criminals did have some new weapon that threw fire. She hadn't had a chance to frisk anybody to see what her assailants might be carrying.
Lex slid to the side to keep every man in sight while lifting her weapon. "Everyone get down on your knees."
Kellach shook his head. "Not again. Just stay out of the way, darlin."
Oh. He. Did. Not. She focused the gun on him.
The first guy raised his arm again, and fire slammed her way. She pivoted, turning and catching her foot in a pothole. As she started to go down, another ball flew toward her head.
"Enough." Kellach jumped in front of her, his right shoulder slamming into her cheekbone.
Stars exploded behind her eyes, and she hit the ground.
He groaned, and the scent of burning flesh filled the rainy evening.
She blinked, her brain fuzzing and her body going numb. He'd saved her. Unconsciousness tried to claim her, and she fought against the darkness with her remaining strength.
Kellach straightened to his full height, and balls of what truly looked like green fire shot out, but with his back to her, she couldn't see the weapon. The fire hit each of the men dead center. They both flew back about three yards and crashed to the ground.
Lex groaned as rain continued to beat down on her face. She couldn't pass out. If she passed out, she'd be dead. Her hand trembled on the asphalt. Where was her gun?
Kellach turned and started toward her—a massive hunter in a darkened alley.
"No," she whispered just as the darkness won. Drugs had nearly ruined her childhood, and now, the search to destroy the new drug on the street was going to end her. The last thought she had as she succumbed to oblivion was that she was about to be killed by a predator with the face of a fallen angel.CHAPTER 2
Lex groaned and blinked, instantly awake. Silk sheets, pleasant lemon cleanser, pine scent surrounded her, and the sound of rumbling motorcycle pipes came from outside her widow. Holy shit. She sat up, reaching for the weapon at her thigh.
Her gaze slowly focused on the man sitting quietly in a chair at the end of the bed, twirling her Sig around one large finger. The scent of male overtook the lemon. Early dawn light peeked between half-drawn shades, illustrating the masculine features and darkened shadows on his face. "Looking for this?" He'd ditched the leather duster to reveal a black Metallica T-shirt, ragged jeans, and motorcycle boots. Even in a relaxed pose, the man looked like a wolf about to lunge ... at his leisure.
A Titans of Fire motorcycle cut hung on a hook by the door.
Damn it, she was at Fire. She quickly took stock, relief coursing through her that the shiny blue dress remained on her—between the thousand thread count sheets.
He lifted one dark eyebrow set in a brutally angled face. "I wouldn't have taken your clothing." Those incredibly dark eyes somehow darkened further. "Unless you'd asked nicely, of course."
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I loved Zanetti’s Dark Protectors series – and this is a sort of spin off using MC gangs, cops, magic and enforcers – all with Zanetti’s particular blend of tension and action surrounding a sexy connection and some overwhelming threat du jour. In this story we have Kell (from the Dark Protectors) an Irish (Dubliner) coven 9 witch enforcer. Now that the worst of the battle for supremacy has abated, he’s in Seattle researching a motorcycle gang that is dealing in a drug deadly to witches. Lexi is a vice cop, determined to root out all drugs. Her currently imprisoned father was a dealer, and she’s not wanting anyone to go through what she did, from either side. Now with a new drug on the scene, she wants to find out who is dealing and responsible, and stop them. Lexi is often all to serious, taking on responsibilities that she cannot, as one person, actually take in hand. What she can do, and does well is care about the outcome: finding and stopping the trail of the drug. Unfortunately the smart-mouthed Kell seems to get in the way, making the earth under her feet feel shaky – which makes her cranky. Despite the attraction, Kell knows that a relationship with the uber intriguing Lexi isn’t possible…. But the more she seems to push him away… Oh wait…. If you are a fan of Zanetti’s Dark Protectors, you’ll enjoy this series and he interplay between Kell, Lexi and all the family members. Clever and believable, this is a wonderful introduction to a new series. I received an eArc copy of the title from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.
Great plot, great characters, good from beginning to end.
Loved Kell's storry.
Loved it and the characters from the DarkProtectors series making an appearance or bring referenced. Exceptional story filled with action, love and suspense. Anxiously awaiting book #2. I pray it's about Daire, hmmmm.
As always her books kick butt!!!
Another great series! I loved Kellach in the previous stories and now that he had his own, wow. Alexandra (Lex) were perfect together. Can't wait for Daire's story
Usually love everything by this author... but Kell and Alexandra's story seemed to drag on without going anywhere. Was really looking forward to this spin-off series... but not so much now.
This was not as good as I had hoped. I love Rebecca Zanetti's books and I couldn't wait for the series to start. My problem was with the flow of the story. It seemed to drag and took a long time to grab my attention. I really liked Kellach Dunne and his brothers and I'm looking forward to Simone's book and who is going to try to tame her. Alexandra took a little while to grow on me but I really liked her in the end. I'm hoping her sister Tori gets a HEA story. What little time she was in this book her character stood out. Even though this was not a favorite of mine I'm very much looking forward to the next book. Also if you've not read Rebecca Zanetti before I highly recommend that you do. “I received this book from the author in exchange for an honest review.”
Love this author and enjoy reading this book
Kellach/Kell was after the human who was stalking a woman as she ran down a dark alley. Kell had been hanging out at an underground bar for almost a week but the dealer still got past Kell and the man was on the drug. Kell was a fire starter who could see fine in the dark. Then the man tried to burn Kell but his own fire protected Kell. Then the man started convulsing and died. Then the woman pulled a gun and pointed it at Kell’s head. She was Detective Alexandra /Lex Monzella. Lex’s father had been a drug dealer and was arrested when Lex was young and he was still in prison. So drugs had nearly ruined Lex’s childhood. As Lex passed out she thought she would be killed. Lex woke up in Fire which was the haven for the bachelors of the Titans Of Fire MC. Pyro was the president of the MC and had been for the last ten years. Kell was undercover in the MC. Kell called a cab for Lex but she angered Pyro and Kell pushed Lex into the cab and Lex arrested Kell so he went to the police station. Kell’s cousin Simone came three hours later [ Kell was immortal and his job was actually to protect Simone’s life] Simone’s main job was as a council member of the Coven Nine- ruling body for the entire witch species but Simone also multi-tasked. She had went to law school for fun and became a lawyer. Kell has called Simone as he needed her. There was a new drug called Apollo on the streets and it was deadly to witches and humans. Kell was undercover to find out who was supplying Apollo. Kell and Lex were attracted to each other. Kell had never reacted so hard to a human. I loved this story, The plot was great and the characters where awesome. I liked how Kell was when around Lex. I also liked how Lex couldn’t help but not resist Kell. I loved the characters. I thought they were well conceived. I also like the background of the characters the author made sure we as readers understood her characters. I liked the ins and outs of this story and I recommend. I received an ARC of this story for an honest review.
Dang, dang, dang!! I’m a huge fan of Rebecca Zanetti’s Dark Protector series, so imagine my surprise when I totally missed the release of this new spinoff series. I’m still kicking myself for that one. In her first installment, Rebecca introduces us to Kellach Dunne, a big, bad biker from Ireland, who has integrated himself into one of the most ruthless motorcycle clubs in Seattle. He’s also a powerful witch who is working undercover for the Coven Nine to try and get a deadly drug off of the street. He happens upon a beautiful woman who’s being attacked by a person who has taken the drug, and in trying to help her, is arrested. Alexandria Monzelle is an undercover vice cop, and her cover was just blown by the overgrown man in leather, whose shooting fire from his hands. Wait! What?! Oh, things get interesting, especially after he mates her, quite by accident. I LOVE Rebecca Zanetti’s writing. You do not have to have read her Dark Protector series to understand this new series. There are many crossover characters, but the storyline is fantastic. The Dark Protectors dealt with the war between many different paranormal species. The Realm Protectors picks up with the Realm under a very new truce, between witches, demons, vampires, and shifters. I was a huge fan of the Dark Protectors and was disappointed to see the series end, but with the start of her new series, I’m enthralled again. I usually reserve my highest ratings for the second book in a series, but this book was just too good. My rating is 5-stars.
The filth that comes out of characters' mouths can be so disgusting. Do they not have a vocabulary? For that matter, does the author have one?
Strange story ok if you like witches, demons, and vampires.
Alexandra is a cop trying to find out who us making and distributing a new drug. Her father is a convicted killer and drug dealer. He is the reason she became a cop to help atone for his sins. Kell is a witch and an Enforcer for the Coven Nine. He was sent to Seattle, undercover in a biker club, to find the drug Apollo. He accidentally mates her and is shocked because witches, demon, vamps , and other paranormals can only mate with a human with enhanced abilities. Together they try to find the distributor and put a stop to the killings. Before she kills Kell for his bossy ways. Awesome story. Sexy. Totally shocking ending.
From the first paragraph to the last word.......breathless! Thank you. I'm so looking forward to your next installment coming I Nov. 2015
Great story that captured you from the start
Another one I loved. Keep up the good work. Yes, I want more of this series!
Another fantastic book by Rebecca Zanetti! Loved it!
Alex is cop and one tough chick; she can look out for herself. So when Kellach, an Irish witch and motorcycle club HOTTIE, realizes Alex is his mate, he wants to protect her and keep her safe. I loved the tension and bantering between these. GREAT read! *I received this book through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
This was actually my first paranormal that wasn't a shifter romance, and thus my first encounter with witches and other types of paranormal characters. The main male character, Irish biker Kellach Dunne is a male witch (not a warlock) with powers that are able to bend the laws of physics and create fire (and snuff it out) when needed. The worldbuilding in this story was really interesting for me, from the different types of characters and their skill sets, to how they all interact with the humans which for the most part don't know of the immortals existence. Combining the immortals with a relevant to this day and age storyline of the drug and weapons trade of biker clubs made for a fast paced, heavy on the action story. But equally intriguing is the romantic relationship between Kellach and Alexandra, a sexy, feisty Seattle Cop who is tracking down the mysterious drug that causes its victims to burn from the inside out. A relationship between an immortal and a human shouldn't work - but something about Alexandra draws Kellach in and with one taste, he just can't get enough. The chemistry between them is off the charts, resulting in some super steamy scenes. I really enjoyed both characters in this story, both alphas in their own right so they each get to take turns having the upper hand, in and out of bed. Kellach's family, in particular his two brothers and his cousin Simone add lots of snarky banter, making for several laugh out loud moments. I'm hoping they will all get stories in this series. From start to finish it was a page turner, and I can't wait to dive into the next one! 5 stars.