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Genetically Modified

USA TODAY Bestselling Author Holly S Roberts likes to gloss over her exciting past as a homicide detective and make you think she sits at a computer all day writing. Nothing could be farther from the truth. You’ll find Holly in the mountains on a long hike or at the gym pounding barbells with the boys. She’s a health coach and nutritionist as well as being vegan and proving muscles come from hard work and plant-based foods. When the weather’s too cold for outdoor play, she sneaks into her dark cave and writes until her fingers ache. She’s also followed around by a hundred-pound Rottweiler with anxiety issues and constant need for affection. Each finished chapter gets a dog lick when Holly stays on course. The world was unstable when hellhounds attacked and began annihilating humans. That instability was our undoing. Now the United States has a new government that may be more corrupt then the former one. We only won the first fight because Shadow Warriors came to our rescue. An alien race, hiding among us for centuries, they saved humanity and then humans betrayed them. Now the hellhounds are back and one woman holds the fate of the world on her shoulders. Her name is Marinah. King, leader of the Shadow Warriors, wants humans dead. He doesn’t care that the woman the Federation sent is doing something to his internal beast. Even though killing a woman is not something he wants, as leader, he may have no choice. Enter a world of hellhounds, monsters, and evil as two unlikely people discover that love may hold more answers than war.

Holly S. Roberts · Ciencia y ficción
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Chapter 93: King

Once we're clean, we pull out our sleeping bags and settle in for a few hours. I hadn't planned on this delay but changed my mind so Marinah can get some rest. She isn't speaking to anyone, and the men smile whenever she isn't looking. Eventually they'll let up, and Marinah never stays silent for long. I can't imagine what the sight of her on my shoulders looked like to the men. I'm so amused, it doesn't incite the mating rage.

I look over at her, curled on her side, not touching me. She lets out a small huff, and I take a chance and circle her waist. When she doesn't pull away, I'm hoping her sulk is over, and I draw her closer. She sighs then falls into a deeper sleep.