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I pulled into my parents’ driveway in Lincoln, Nebraska. With a population of over two hundred thousand, there was always a need for cops, even crazy ones like my mother and father. But even the police departments of major cities like Chicago wanted someone like Dad on the force.

Werewolves with perfect control over all three of their forms were few and far between. Add in Mom’s skills as a practitioner and hedge witch, and my parents were a force to be reckoned with. Alone, neither were powerful, ranking low on the talent charts, but they were good at their tricks, and their skills were ideal for law enforcement.

I, on the other hand, had been the token low talent freak on the force with a good cop pedigree. Chicago’s police department had ignored my general lack of magic in exchange for my memory for detail, my ability to work with just about anyone, and tolerance for the jobs most didn’t want.

My alpaca pressed her nose to the window and slobbered all over the glass.

“There’s a paddock in the back with your name all over it,” I promised, killing the engine and stretching with a tired groan. Driving hadn’t done me any good, and my left eye ached from the strain of checking my blind spots, which I suspected was more than double the effort it had used to be. Each day, I’d developed a headache within an hour, and my current one would persist for another four or five before easing. I had made it halfway around the van to let my fluffy companion out when a dark shape barreled off the porch.

Great. Dad was running around on all fours, almost as furry as my alpaca. Since I’d lost my right eye, I’d remastered distances and depth perception, allowing me to plant my boot on my father’s chest before he could plow into me. “No. Bad wolf. You will not slobber on me. You will not chew on me, either. You will also not terrify my—”

The alpaca screamed like she was being eaten alive.

I sighed. “Go back in the house and think about what you’ve done.”

For once in his life, my father obeyed with a whine, scurrying to the front door with his tail tucked between his legs.

Hoofin’ It is a paranormal romantic comedy novel, and it can be read as a standalone.

What is this delightful romp of a book about, you ask? This is what it is about!

All Shane wanted was to get away from the wreckage of his career for a while. He picked New York City to provide him with a distraction from his early, unwanted retirement from the police force.

New York City delivered, distracting him with three corpses and a miniature llama with a spitting problem and an attitude. If he wants to return to a normal life, he’ll have to face off against a sex trafficking ring targeting the woman of his dreams, ancient vampires, murderous criminals, his parents, and an FBI agent with a hidden agenda.

Some days, it isn’t easy being an ex-cop.

Warning: This novel contains excessive humor, action, excitement, adventure, magic, romance, and bodies. Proceed with caution.

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