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Welcome to Traitor’s Den. I hope you like it here, because there’s no leaving the small western town that’s more theme park than authentic. Once you walk through the portal, you’re stuck as a boot heel in a half foot of mud.

I’ve never seen the outside world and I don’t care. The cannon-toting, trigger-happy residents here are like family, even if most of them are a few spoons short of a full set. Eventually, everyone grows on you, kinda like nail fungus. But the booze flows freely, and Tiger keeps me company. He’s as much a prisoner as I am.

I don’t figure there’s much point in wanting what you can never have. I’ll eventually accept one of my boyfriend’s marriage proposals and then keep policing the one-way town while I pop out the babies he wants. I was born knowing how to make chicken salad out of chicken shit.

At least I won’t be bored. Denners aren’t fans of following the rules, and the longer they’re in town, the worse they behave, thanks to the spell that keeps us all trapped here.

Just when I think I’ve made my peace with my lot, the portal pops open and two men shoot through, throwing punches before their feet even finish landing in my town. When they finally look at me, all I see is problems. Big, ginormous, entirely-too-handsome problems. And that’s before I even take into account the little “surprise” they brought through with them.

No one’s ever looked at me the way they do.

They aren’t the kind of men who back down after claiming something.

Or someone...

Did I say I had my life in Traitor’s Den all figured out? Hell, I couldn’t have been more wrong.


* A sexy fantasy western with growly shifters, sketchy vamps, peculiar mages and creatures, and one badass cowgirl sheriff. Within this small town, magic and gossip flow as freely as whiskey, and work and pleasure are nearly the same thing. Weird things happen on the regular in Traitor's Den. Come and join the quirky family, where everyone's packing. Oh, and don't mind the tiger.

* Loretta Maybelle Ray is hot stuff. When several fine cowboys vie for her affections, this series becomes a reverse harem.

*Content suitable for mature audiences.

Without waiting for me to catch up, Tiger ducked under the swinging doors of the saloon, whined when his fur caught, then settled on the floor next to my usual table in the back.

I scowled at him over the doors while removing the tuft of orange fur. Pocketing the puffy strands so Sharmayne wouldn’t holler at me for dirtying her floor, I pushed through and crossed the room to pull out the chair next to Tiger’s sizable bulk.

“Howdy there, Loretta,” Sharmayne called, already sashaying in my direction. “Saw Tiger come in, knew you’d be right behind the good for nothin’. Isn’t that right, boy?”

Sharmayne was voluptuous, bordering on voluminous, but her ample curves were in all the right places, straining the integrity of her patterned dress. She crouched next to Tiger, scratching behind his ears while she slid a bowl of water in front of him.

He began to lap it up, making both too much noise and too much mess, splashing water onto the floor’s worn wooden planks.

“Now that’s a good boy,” Sharmayne cooed, even though Tiger hadn’t done anything particularly good. If I were the one to slop water all over her floor, I’d be hearing about it from now till next Sunday.

“You do remember he’s not a boy, but a shifter man trapped in his tiger form, right?” I asked, though this certainly wasn’t news.

“Such a good boy,” she went on, giving him a full head rub, all while ignoring me.

I’d take offense if not for the fact that Sharmayne liked animals more than she liked most people.

“Just making sure,” I muttered, pushing out the chair next to me and kicking up my dusty boots … which put them at eye level for Sharmayne.

She squinted at my shoes and started to rise to her full height, which wouldn’t have been particularly impressive if not for the fact that I was sitting and now peering up at her. “Loretta Maybelle Ray…”

I sighed loudly and obnoxiously. Nothing good ever followed the use of my full name.

“I know you don’t go puttin’ your feet up on your momma’s furniture when you’re in her house. Collette would tan your hide.”

While a blatant exaggeration since my momma did as much doting as she did scolding, Sharmayne did have a point.

Another sigh. “Stop busting my balls, Shar. It’s been a long day and I just want to kick back with one of your amazing drinks. You know how much I love them.”

Sharmayne tsked at me, but I could tell my compliment had done its job. She pulled a rag from her dainty apron and wiped down the already clean table.

“If I was to be bustin’ your lady balls, Loretta, you’d know it. Trust me on that.”

I definitely did. Sharmayne’s talent for ball busting was well known all across town, which, given the size of the place, wasn’t saying all that much.

Even so, the small town was all I’d ever known. All I’d ever know, unless Uncle Tucker decided to show up to let us all out already.

Sharmayne straightened. “The usual, honey?”

See? Compliments always pay off…

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you kindly.”

Giving me an approving nod, Sharmayne bustled back to her bar.

“You don’t help things by being so friendly,” I mumbled to Tiger, who continued to lap up water in the most obnoxious way possible.

I registered what I said and chuckled to find myself talking to my constant animal companion—yet again—drawing looks from the handful of other patrons in Sharmayne’s Den. The sun was still up, so the establishment was mostly empty. It’d be hopping in a few hours.

I felt Sharmayne returning before I saw her crossing the room back toward me. The heat of her stare on my boots reached through the beat-up leather to tingle the skin of my feet.
Rolling my eyes in a way she wouldn’t see, I plastered a smile on my face and swung my legs down off the chair a moment before she slid a Moon Mixer across the smooth table at me.

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