Light Untamed
L.A.M.P.S.
Legends and Myth Police Squad
Book 3 Three
Bonnie Gill
L.A.M.P.S.
Legends and Myth Police Squad
Book 3 Three
Bonnie Gill
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Date of Publication: October 24, 2018
Word Count: 64,181
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde
Tagline: For Light Untamed - Holy fire-farting Hell Hounds.
Book Description:
Pet lover and animal activist Pepper Peterson has a secret. She inherited the caretaker position of the notorious Hell Hounds from her deceased aunt. Every year on Halloween she opens the gates to hell and sets them free to mark the souls of the damned. Only this year she lost the magic whistle to call them home and the massive black beasts run amok causing mischief in the town.
Ottar Jones holds the position of senior boss man at L.A.M.P.S. (Legends and Myths Police Squad) secret government agency. Ottar appalls Pepper. He’s the most barbaric man she’s ever met, but she can’t stop thinking about the sexy brute. When he finally chooses to show up to repair her dinosaur statue, it couldn’t have happened at a worse time.
Ottar’s calendar has been packed full of mythical beasts to capture. Upon return to Haber Cove for his friend River’s wedding he has to contend with the crazy but hot vegan’s dinosaur, but a surprise awaits him. Haber Cove is infested with flesh-eating, ankle-biting Jack-a-lopes, and a pack of large black Hell Hounds. Will all hell break loose when he finds who let the dogs out? Or will Pepper turn out to be the one woman who can tame the savage Aussie hunter?
Where hunky secret agents find true love while hunting dangerous Cryptids.
Excerpt
2:
Pepper Peterson
stabbed the damp soil with a screwdriver, then placed the tampon stick into the
hole. “I need more ammunition,” she called out to her bestie in the dark.
Abby brought
over an unopened box of womanly necessities. “I’m not opening it. Nah uh. How
come you’re so dead set on doing this?”
Pepper peeled
away the plastic wrapper. Her friend refused to open tampon boxes ever since an
evil Genie popped out of one and cursed her to become the Jersey Devil every
time she got her period. They broke the spell, but she didn’t blame Abby for
having the phobia.
“Because Keith
stood me up for Charlotte. Look, you can see them watching television.” She
pointed to the six-inch crack in the curtains covering the big picture window
of the small blue home. Two people sat on the couch, their heads close. “I have
to teach him there are consequences for being a rat bastard.”
Keith had broken
their date, saying he’d be out of town for work. Liar. She planted another
tampon in the ground. Perfect for mushrooming, the old fashion tampons perched
on a stick applicator instead of the plastic push kind, standing tall with the
string flapping in the evening breeze.
A slight October
chill nipped at the back of her exposed neck, causing her to shiver. “The
cotton will absorb the night’s dew and expand, causing it to mushroom. That’s
why this technique was named Mushrooming. In the morning, he’ll see our message
spelled out in the yard.” She couldn’t wait. “Hey, does River still have those surveillance
cameras?”
She’d love to
see Keith’s face when he saw the full-bloomed tampons.
“They’re at the
police station. Maybe we could break in and get one?”
Her bestie never
shied away from Pepper’s escapades, even though she was set to marry the Sherriff
in a couple weeks.
Abby and River
had a great relationship. Maybe someday she’d find someone who would love her
unconditionally like her friend did.
Fat chance.
Most men bailed
on her after they met her large herd of rescued pups. She could only imagine
what they’d do if they found out about her family’s secret.
“Car,” Abby
called out.
They darted next
door into the empty field and ducked down behind the three-foot tall weeds.
When the tail lights of the vehicle faded into the night, they strolled toward
Keith’s lawn.
“Come on, we’re
almost done,” Pepper said.
“Where on earth
did you find these old things?” Abby asked.
“My aunt had
purchased a buttload, and I have another full carton in the attic. She must
have found a great deal, or maybe they fell off a truck. Who knows.” A total
packrat, her Aunt had enough cases of toilet paper stashed in the house to last
her years. Her heart still ached even though her Aunt died years ago.
“I can’t let
Keith get away with standing me up. Or other guys will think it’s okay to bail
on me for another woman. It only takes one time of slacking and they get
reprogramed. Men are like dogs, you can’t give them an inch. They need constant
discipline.” She’d learned her lesson early on with her dog rescue.
“I hate to say
this,” Abby said, “but you have a reputation for dumping your men after the
second or third date. Don’t you think he beat you to the breakup?” She handed
Pepper another tampon.
I have a
reputation? News to her. Okay, maybe she did tend to break things off after a
few dates. Big deal. If she got the yuckies for them, she wasn’t going to waste
her time or theirs. She could tell if it wasn’t a good fit after a few dates.
“I don’t think it’s fair to string them along. Besides, he didn’t break up with
me. He postponed our date and lied.”
Abby hummed as
she placed the tampons into the ground. They’d both dressed in black from head
to toe for the mission. After sticking the last tampon in the yard they stepped
back to admire their artwork. LOSER was spelled out across his lawn, the
letters perfectly executed so there’d be no mistaking the message.
Grinning, Pepper
snapped a few photos with her phone as headlights flared in the distance.
“Car,” Abby
called out again.
They darted to
the vacant lot and ducked down behind the brush. The car slowed as it passed by
Keith’s house. A street light in front of his property made the tampons glow in
the dark like a scarlet letter.
“Umm, Pepper,”
Abby said in a shaky voice.
“I’m right
here.” She crept over to her friend in the damp weeds.
“I think we have
to call River.”
Oh no. “What in
heaven’s name for?” Could her friend be chickening out? River would totally
make them remove all the tampons.
Abby pointed to
her left. “There’s a dead body. I almost touched it.” She danced around,
flinging her hands about. “Ewww.”
A large man lay
face down on the ground. Bending over, Pepper grabbed his wrist. No pulse. His
skin cold to the touch. Her heart pumped faster and almost jumped to her
throat. Ick. Now she’d touched a dead person. Dropping his arm, she wiped her
hands on her pants. Cooties!
“Who is it?”
Abby took a step away.
“Heck if I
know.” He wore tan pants and a dark shirt, but she couldn’t see his face. His
legs were sprawled and bent at odd angles. She breathed in the clean pine scent
of the night’s crisp air. At least he didn’t smell dead.
Bonnie Gill grew up in the suburbs right outside Chicago. As a child she loved making up ghost stories at night to scare her sisters and friends.
She writes Paranormal Romance with a twist of humor. When she isn’t writing you can find her on a haunted tour, volunteering at pet rescues, or digging around in her fairy garden waiting for fairies to show.
She lives in Northern Illinois with her three rescue dogs and her ever patient boyfriend who laughs at all her goofy jokes.
She loves to hear from her readers.
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