Forbidden Hybrid




Vampires. Werewolves. Humans. Hybrids

Maeve O’Neill, a cyber-security analyst, is shocked to wake up in a strange bed after a rare night out. She is horrified to discover twin punctures on her neck and claw marks on her hip, because such a combination is not just impossible – it is forbidden. When she realises she is not alone, but surrounded by three first-responders; Bishop, a surly werewolf homicide detective; Gabriel, a gorgeous human paramedic; and Lucian, a charismatic vampire fireman, Maeve isn’t sure if she has been kidnapped or is living out her wildest fantasies.

Unfortunately, the reality of becoming the first hybrid in existence is fraught with danger, and Maeve must work with the three best friends in order to track down the serial killers who changed her life forever. As the four work side by side to expose a dark conspiracy, the immediate attraction between Maeve and her three saviours becomes a staggering connection. Long-denied desires surface and new foundations are laid, as an unshakeable bond forms, forging the four together for eternity.

Here's a Little Taste Hex...

Maeve wrenched open the door, the hinges barely surviving the violent movement, only to be brought up short by the scene in front of her. 
There was Bishop, in all his shifted werewolf glory, bronze fur bristled high as he growled with menace at … 
“Is that a squirrel?” 
Lucian’s voice spun her around and she saw he was leaning casually against the doorframe, eating a bowl of cereal. Maeve opened and closed her mouth, unsure what to say. Because her lover was indeed in some strange standoff with a small, furry animal. One, who instead of running in fear from the enormous apex predator, was standing on its hind legs reprimanding the angry wolf. 
“And I thought dying and turning into a mythical creature was the weirdest thing I would ever see,” she murmured, unable to take her gaze from the tableau in front of her. 
Bishop again rumbled deep in his throat and this time Maeve noticed the slight arching of his back and bunching shoulders – both indicators he might be about to pounce. Feeling a surge of protective panic, she moved at a speed only a hybrid could be capable of, positioning herself as bodyguard. 
“Fun-sponge,” Lucian smirked around a mouthful of cereal. “This was just about to get interesting; breakfast and a show.”
“Interesting?” Maeve was aghast. “Letting Bishop attack a defenceless little forest creature is considered interesting to you?”
“He wouldn’t hurt it … I don’t think.”