This is a taste of the page turning goodness inside the front and back covers of Poaching the Immortal:

Donavon halted at the resonance of Ted’s challenge. Aaron ran into his backside and almost knocked them both to the ground.

“Will you watch where you’re going, jackass? You damn near knocked me down!” Donavon regained his footing and threw a dirty look back towards Aaron.

“Hey, I’m not the one who just stopped in the middle of the road here! Stupid fucker.”

Donavon ignored Aaron and said, “You heard that right? He’s changed. The werewolf is out of the bag now.”

“Of course I heard it. And it sounded fucking awesome. Can you see it? Because I can’t.” Aaron was bobbing his head back and forth and up and down while squinting his eyes.

“No, after he was hit and went down I saw dark fur and then just the bushes shaking. Maybe we killed him. They are supposed to be allergic to silver.” Donavon stared at the last spot he’d seen Ted.

Before either man could respond or raise their weapons Ted burst out from seemingly nowhere, catching them off guard. He caught Donavon first by bashing his full weight into him. Donavon fell to the ground with Ted’s snarling maw in his face. He could smell the hot animal breath and felt drops of saliva speckle him. He wasn’t prepared for the terror he was experiencing now. Nor was he prepared to be lying on the ground pinned beneath a ginormous monster.

Ted’s lips turned up a bit in a smile as he met eyes with Donavon. He was going to enjoy this. One ear swiveled backwards honing in on Aaron’s movements. His breathing was rapid and he was whimpering… it sounded like he was crawling away. He’d deal with him later. Ted turned his full attention back to Donavon and raised his right hand. He held his first finger up and waggled it back and forth before Donavon’s wide eyes.

Ted had his victim’s full attention now and lowered his clawed finger slowly to Donavon’s chest. Then he blinked his most innocent look at the man and balled his fist. Donavon didn’t have a chance to take his last breath. In a flash Ted jerked his hairy arm back and plunged his monstrous fist into his victim’s chest, shattering the breast bone and demolishing his heart.

Donavon gasped and his eyes darted wildly. His body was dead before his mind registered the trauma.

Ted continued to stare into Donavon’s eyes watching them dim while he raised his fist to his mouth and licked the gore from it. It tasted so good. He couldn’t believe he’d waited so long before feeding. His long tongue lapped at the final chunk of Donavon on his fist.

He looked down at Donavon’s corpse debating on whether to eat a bit or go after Aaron. Blood lust overruled the hunt. Ted used both clawed hands and tore the body cavity open. He buried his face in the warm flesh snapping at organs and lapping at blood. When the sweet viscera was gone, he rose to his feet and howled his joy at the sky.

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