He felt like a fox trapped in a henhouse--where the hens carried guns. CREATUS #3 is Coming Soon!

For four thousand years, creatus have concealed themselves from the humans who hunted them almost to extinction. Now, one rogue creatus faction wants the world to know they exist.

This is just an excerpt. If you'd like to read the first three chapters of the first book in the series, you can read it here

As with all excerpts, I left out the name of the main character, so as not to have spoilers. Also, don't forget...this is paranormal romantic suspense, so of course there's a mystery that will keep you wondering. I'll return to a romantic scene next week. J

Seemingly content, his new boss, Retired Army Ranger Colonel Tomas Branson, picked up a stack of papers. “Go make them Bureau Boys happy, but you know you aren’t really going to share any of our information, right?”
He nodded, then backed toward the door. Branson paid him no attention, just started riffling through the papers on his desk. Our information? What did Branson know? Derrick has said that the National Security Council had been hunting creatus since WW2, but they couldn’t really know, could they? Surprisingly enough, he felt like a fox trapped in a henhouse—a henhouse where the hens held guns.
Passing by the three men, he directed them to his office. So much for being a cell, for staying beneath the radar. What was Branson thinking? Where was he getting his orders? He had wondered when his new supervisor had referred to the rogues as a ‘faction’. The man had a first rate education. He didn’t just pull a word out of his head and hope it’d fit. No, somehow, he knew the rogue creatus were a smaller clique of a larger group.
As he unlocked his office and took a seat, he couldn’t help but feel a little sheepish. What could he share? He couldn’t very well share that someone he loved was involved, that he had evidence proving that she was the last person with Rick Williams before he was murdered.
Wardell sat in the seat closest to him. “The murder last night didn’t look like terrorism to me; it reeked of the occult. The scene didn’t have the same ‘C’, but my guess is that what started out as controlled killings, using the wax seal as their trademark, has morphed. Others in the group aren’t as controlled as their leader, and soon, we may have an epidemic of violent crimes, as members are anxious to prove themselves.”
         As strange as that would have sounded to him six months ago, Wardell had pretty much hit the nail on the head. That’s what was happening. What had started out with one rogue had morphed into a war, inviting any sadistic creatus to finally live as they wanted.

The Creatus Series is not your normal paranormal story...it's a realistic twist of the myths you've heard your entire life. Prepare to believe...

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