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Bloodrunner Bear



  By T. S. JOYCE

  Bloodrunner Bear

  Copyright © 2016 by T. S. Joyce

  Copyright © 2016, T. S. Joyce

  First electronic publication: May 2016

  T. S. Joyce

  All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the author’s permission.


  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental. The author does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for third-party websites or their content.

  Published in the United States of America.

  Cover Image: Furious Fotog

  Cover Model: Tyler Halligan

  Other Books in this Series

  Bloodrunner Dragon (Book 1)

  Air Ryder (Book 3) -Coming June 2016



  Other Books in this Series

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

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  Chapter One

  “Fire department, call out!” Aaron Keller yelled as he ducked under a thick plume of smoke and frantically searched the tile floor of a large bathroom. There was still one woman unaccounted for according to the landlord, and this place was going up in flames fast.

  The roar of the fire was only eclipsed by Aaron’s heavy breathing inside his mask. Flames licked at his turnout gear as he passed a coat closet that was actively burning. That could be trouble if this part of the wall collapsed when he was in the back of the small rental duplex.

  “Aaron, fall back,” Chief said from the safety of the street outside.

  Aaron’s partner, Mark, had been over the radio, updating the boss man on how bad it was in here and how much time they had left, because yeah, after a while firefighters got an instinct for that. They understood the behavior of fire on an intimate level. Aaron knew Chief was right, but he had one more room, and he’d be damned if a woman burned because he left too early. Not today. Losing people stuck with his inner bear. He was supposed to protect people, not let them die.

  “Fire department, call out!” Aaron yelled louder as he shoved the final bedroom door open with his shoulder. The back of the room was a solid wall of yellow flames, roiling like waves up toward the ceiling, the fire searching for air, seeking oxygen. With the closed windows in here, there wasn’t much left.

  There she was. A woman in a robe lay on the floor, motionless. Shit.

  Mark was yelling into the radio for him to evacuate, his voice too damn loud for Aaron’s oversensitive ears. Ignoring his partner, he bolted for the woman. The ceiling was coming down, and while he had fire resistant clothing and shifter healing, if this woman was still alive, she wouldn’t survive a cave-in. Aaron skidded on his knees and threw himself on top of her.

  The roar of the rafters hitting the floor around them was overwhelming, and something heavy struck him on the back. The pain was instant—too much weight, too much pressure—but Mark was right there, pulling away debris. Aaron could tell from the heat easing off his body. The instant he was able, Aaron sat back on his knees, yanking the woman with him, and then he and Mark bolted out of the blazing inferno. The ambulance was just pulling up, but the firefighters were trained paramedics, and Aaron knew what to do in the moments before the team reached them on the sidewalk out front. He set the woman down, stripped off his mask and gloves, and felt for a pulse. It was there, but faint. He put his cheek in front of her face but couldn’t feel a breath. He tilted her head back, plugged her nose, and prepared to do mouth-to-mouth resuscitation but Aric dropped down beside him, shoving him out of the way. “Back off, shithead. You’ll kill her.”

  Kill her? Who had just pulled her out of the burning house? Fuckin’ vampire. Aaron hated Aric, but there wasn’t room for a brawl right here in the dark street as they lost this lady to smoke inhalation.

  Aaron paced, a snarl in his throat as his instincts to protect her from Aric warred with his need to help with the hoses.

  “Aaron, do work,” Chief demanded.

  Chest heaving, he kept his eyes averted and nodded. His eyes would be bright green-gold right now, and Chief always told him and Aric to keep their “supernatural shit” to themselves. A month working for the Bryson City Fire Department, and Aaron was pretty sure Chief would never accept the bear side of him. It wasn’t like in his last firehouse in Breckenridge. There, half the crew had been bear shifters, and no one cared about him exposing his inner animal. They were accepting, but here, everything was different. He still felt off-balance.

  Aric pushed the heel of his palm against her chest one last time, then stopped and set his ear over her mouth as if checking for breath. His lips moved like he was mumbling something, but Aric’s sandy brown hair had fallen in front of his face, covering his murmured words. The woman gasped for breath and coughed over and over. And though he might hate Aric for what he was, for the scars Aaron now bore on his neck, and for what his coven had tried to do to his alpha, he couldn’t deny the fact that Aric was good at raising humans from near death.

  Aric slid an oxygen mask over her face, and the paramedics scattered toward a pair of coughing teens on their hands and knees in the yard of the connected house.

  “Aaron!” Aric barked out, his eyes full of horror.


  “My baby,” the woman choked out through the mask, her eyes vacant. “Where’s my baby?”

  Fuck! Aaron pulled on his mask and sprinted for the open doorway. The fire hadn’t reached the front of the house yet. A nursery. He must’ve missed a nursery.

  “Aaron, I said fall back!” Chief yelled over the radio. “Get your ass outside now! That’s an order. Fuck. Mark! Bring him back!”

  Living room, kitchen, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, no nursery. The ceiling was raining burning sheetrock and embers. The smoke was too thick near the bedrooms. Maybe the baby had been sleeping in the woman’s room? Why the fuck didn’t she have the baby in her arms?

  Hose water blasted through the living room window onto the flames against the back wall, and Aaron covered his mask from the spray. He had to keep a good visual, and the smoke was already making it hard. There was no crying.

  Please be okay. Please be where I can reach you.

  In the hallway, the rafters caved, and burning debris landed hard o
n his forearm, yanking him down. His arm was pinned under him, against the searing materials. So hot. Burning. Franticly, Aaron yanked his arm out from under the rubble and backed away. The way to the bedroom was blocked now. The baby.

  A rough hand grabbed his turnout gear and pulled him backward. Mark. “There’s no one left!” he yelled through the radio. “You’ll get yourself killed for nothing!”

  Aaron shoved off him. “There’s a baby!”

  Through his mask, Mark’s eyes were scared as he looked up at the wall of flames above them. The human had a family—a wife and two kids. He was young, three years out of Fire Academy. He was a good one. Mark wouldn’t leave without him, and now it was the baby or Mark. Aaron’s heartbeat was roaring in his ears as he tossed one last glance back to the bedroom. He could just make out the walls coming down, and he knew it was too late.

  He grabbed Mark’s shoulder, and together they ran from the house. Now, he was going to have to break it to the woman that he’d failed her. He’d done this before, told families about their loved ones he hadn’t been strong enough, or fast enough, to save. This was his least favorite part of the job. She would look up at him, her eyes hollow, because deep down she would already know he hadn’t pulled off a miracle. Even though he didn’t have her baby in his arms, she would still ask him, and his answer would destroy her entire world. And he would carry that burden, along with all the others, until the day he drew his last breath.

  But when he saw the woman, she was smiling and looked relieved. What the hell? Maybe she was in shock. He cast Mark a quick glance to make sure he was out safe with him. His partner was talking low to Chief. Aaron made his way through the paramedics and approached the woman slowly.

  “Thank you for saving me,” she said, her voice scratchy from the smoke.

  “But…your baby. I couldn’t get to it.”

  A frown of utter confusion commandeered her face. With a slight shake of her head, she whispered, “I don’t have baby.”

  “But…you said…”

  Horror washed over Aaron as his arm began throbbing in rhythm to his pounding pulse. He looked down at his searing arm. The fire had eaten through his jacket, and he could make out the angry red blisters of his ruined skin beneath. In a moment of clarity, the memory of Aric’s whispers while resuscitating the woman flashed through his mind. It wasn’t some incantation he’d been uttering to keep her from death, but mind-manipulation.

  Aaron pulled off his mask. Fuck his gold eyes and who saw them. He blinked slowly and raised his furious gaze to Aric who was on the hose with a couple of the others from their station. Aric was watching him. A predatory smile spread across his face as his eyes turned black as coal. Fuckin’ vampire.

  Rage pulsed in Aaron’s veins before he charged him. He was to Aric in a moment, pummeling him, his fist shattering against the asshole’s stony jaw, but Aaron didn’t care. “You could’ve gotten me killed!”

  Stupid fucking smile on Aric’s face. “That was the point, Bloodrunner.”

  “Aaron, stop it!” Chief yelled from behind.

  They were trying to pull him off the vamp, but Aaron wouldn’t be moved. He was searching the ground around them for something wooden, something he could shove through Aric’s chest cavity and kill him with. This was too much, too much for his inner monster to let pass.

  “Kill her.”

  “What?” Aaron shook his head. That sounded like his bear. Kill her? Kill who?

  “Kill the dragon. Kill, kill, kill. Kill your unworthy alpha. Kill the dragon.”

  Aaron shook his head hard. Stop it, Bear.

  “Kill the Bloodrunner Dragon so you can become alpha.”

  It was Aric. Aric was manipulating his animal. Aaron slammed the King of the Asheville Coven against the concrete, and there it was, the first crack in Aric’s poker face. He winced in pain, so Aaron slammed him against the driveway over and over, a snarl in his chest. His arm hurt so fucking bad, but he would break his own bones to kill this asshole for what he’d done. For what he was suggesting.

  Aaron loved Harper. She was his cousin. She was good. Maybe she was the best person he’d ever known. The best alpha. Good, good, good.

  Aaron opened his mouth and roared his fury.

  He would stake Aric a thousand times before he would hurt a hair on the Bloodrunner Dragon’s head.

  Chapter Two

  1. Nice

  2. Polite to wait staff/big tipper

  3. Independent/has a job

  4. Big dick Medium dick is fine

  5. Good teeth/Good smile

  6. No tattoo/piercings

  7. Enjoys the outdoors

  8. Doesn’t snore

  9. Likes to snuggle

  10. Protective but not controlling

  11. Good listener

  12. Not dramatic/argumentative

  13. Sexually attractive

  14. Not a shifter

  Alana Warren sighed and narrowed her eyes at the list she and her sister had come up with their freshmen year in college. The page was worn, tattered really, and had permanent fold lines. The edges had disintegrated, and there was a coffee stain that had smeared a couple of the numbers on the list. She needed to let up on her expectations because she’d come to realize no one fit what her twin sister had deemed a “dream man.” By some miracle, it had worked for Lissa, and she’d found Todd. Well, it had worked as far as Alana knew. She had no clue about his medium to large dick, barf. But the magic of the list had apparently run out, because Alana had never found her someone-special by it.

  The bell to her coffee shop and bakery dinged, and she looked up with the plastered smile on her face that she always had for customers. It was the ass-crack of dawn, and usually it was just her regular seniors in this early. Through the wall of windows up front, dawn had barely broken the horizon with pretty grays and soft pinks, but the view was completely blotted out by the giant man who meandered in.

  She blinked slowly as she dragged her gaze from his thick-soled boots to his navy pants and matching shirt. There was a fire department logo on the man’s mesmerizing chest. She could make out his puckered nipples on account of his muscles pressing enticingly against the thin fabric. Decorating the curves of his strong arms, tattoos peeked out from under his short sleeves. When Alana’s attention landed on his throat, she froze. It was scarred on one side, from the neck of his shirt to just under his ear.

  “How can I do you?” she asked, eyes riveted on his mangled throat.

  “What?” he asked, a hard edge to his tone.

  Oh, God. “Uh, I mean, how can I help you? I mixed that up with ‘what can I do for you’ and made it into ‘how can I do you.’ Which…” She shook her head and forced a laugh. “That’s not what I meant. I’m good on the…doing it…area…of my life.” Shut the fuck up!

  The giant snorted, and it was then she dared a look into his eyes. Bright blue under blond eyebrows and sparking with curiosity, though the set of his mouth was grim.

  He locked his arms on the counter and lifted his attention to the chalkboard menu above her.

  “Oh, my gosh. Your arm!” She jammed a finger at the long burn mark that had eaten into his flesh. It was red and blistered, but he didn’t seem to be favoring it. “Do you want me to call an ambulance?” She jerked her cell phone from her pocket and hit the 911 before he reached over her and poked the end call button.

  “I know the guys in the ambulance. I already told them I was fine.” He arched his animated brows. “And I am.”

  “But it looks like you stuck your arm in an oven. Doesn’t it hurt?”

  “Nah. It’s a reminder.”

  “Of what? Not to cook your arm?”

  “To be more careful with who I trust.”

  Mysterious, yummy. Alana fought the urge to add that to the bottom of the list and instead carefully asked, “What can I get you?” Besides her teats and treasure box because he could have those free of charge.

  “Uh, I’ve never been here before.”
br />   Obviously. She would’ve remembered a sexy yeti like him.

  “What’s good?” he asked.

  “Everything.” She gestured grandly to the breakfast pastry window beside her. “I bake everything myself. And the coffee doesn’t suck either.”

  “Try her raspberry cinnamon rolls,” Bradford called out from the table in the corner. He and his buddies always came in first thing to talk about the latest news in town—which wasn’t that enthralling because Bryson City was population 1500. Nothing exciting ever happened here.

  Sexy Yeti tossed old man Bradford a look over his shoulder, nodded a greeting, then told Alana, “Yeah, that sounds good. And a coffee. Black.”

  “Manly,” she muttered, entering his order into the cash register.

  Sexy Yeti was in the middle of pulling his wallet from his back pocket and asked, “What’s that?”

  “Hmmm?” she asked.

  He was pointing at the dream man list, so she snatched it off the counter. Heat blasted up her neck and landed in her cheeks. “N-nothing.”

  “A medium dick, huh?”

  Crap. Her fingers shook as she reached for a to-go cup. “What name should I put on this?” She hovered her sharpie over the cardboard sleeve on the cup.



  “People call me Pen One Five.”

  “Why not Pen Fifteen?”

  Pen shrugged and looked at the total on the screen, slid the money across the counter, and gave her a half smile. “I’m lookin’ forward to that pastry.”

  Okay then. She wrote Pen15 on the cup and internally kicked herself. She had definitely made a play to get Sexy Yeti’s real name, and he’d refused it. He strode toward a booth on the opposite side of Bradford and the Senior Seven, as they called themselves.

  She’d never seen him around these parts before, and she knew almost everyone in town. It was a big deal when newcomers showed up, so no doubt he would have a dozen tits in his face by Friday from the eligible bachelorettes in this one-horse town.

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