Adam: The Whitfield Rancher – Erotic Tiger Shapeshifter Romance
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
World Castle Publishing, LLC
Pensacola, Florida
Copyright © Kathi S. Barton 2018
Paperback ISBN: 9781629899947
eBook ISBN: 9781629899954
First Edition World Castle Publishing, LLC, September 17, 2018
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Cover: Karen Fuller
Editor: Maxine Bringenberg
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Kathi Barton
Chapter 1
The house was coming along nicely but Adam still had a few things to get. He’d not thought of the size of the living room when he’d ordered the couch or loveseat, nor the two large armchairs. It could use more furniture.
Hitting the light switches at the panel, he watched as each of them went on and off with the different buttons. Whoever had built this house, had added a lot of little extras like that. Adam didn’t remember his grandparents ever mentioning it, but since they’d lived here a long time before he was born, it had never occurred to them to tell him that the switches controlled the lights—not magic as he’d thought when he was younger.
Going out to enjoy the nice warm morning, he sat on his back deck and relaxed in the double sized rocker, giving it a little motion. Josh and Carter were due home in a few days, and he couldn’t wait. The two of them had been sending pictures of what they had seen, and he was glad for them both.
Adam had invited his family over tonight, and they thought they were going to enjoy some takeout at his home. He was as excited about that as he’d been in a long time. But little did any of them know, he was ready for a large meal. None of them knew that he’d bought new things and hired a staff.
The cook, Nate Turtle, was an old buddy of his grandda’s. He’d told him what he was up to, and the man thought it was a hoot. Adam supposed that he’d have to get used to having the man around. He thought the man talked as much as his grandda did, and he sounded just like him too.
Going into the house, Nate asked him if he wanted anything to eat. “I don’t think so. Not now, anyway. I’ll just eat a big lunch since I need to go over the books for the ranch, as well as see to it that the rentals I have are up to par.”
“You should eat, Adam. If Ollie were to find out you were skipping meals, he’d have both our hides. Now come on and sit down while I make you a manly breakfast.” Adam didn’t have any idea what that might entail, but he was up for it. “Just tell me how you want your eggs cooked.”
Adam had lost some weight because in the summer months all the way to fall he was busy all the time. Pulling out his phone, he ordered two more chairs and looked over bedroom sets, comforter and all, to find one that he liked. His mom would murder him if he bought this stuff half willy, as Grandda said all the time.
The breakfast was huge. Adam stared at it for a long time before he glanced at Nate. He asked him who he was feeding with this much food and Nate only tsked at him. Adam had been relieved when Evan showed up and took half the meal, but it was still too much for both of them.
“I need a favor from you. It’s not so much a favor as it is a question for you.” Adam asked Evan what he needed from him. “I’d like to go in with you as an equal partner on setting up a hotel.”
“I’m buying a hotel?” Evan nodded as he ate one of the four eggs on his plate. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed this or not, but I’m a farmer, not someone that can run a hotel. I don’t have time to work out the plans for one. I just got things here organized enough for me to have a real bed in my room.”
“You only have to go in on half. I have the money, but I think it would be more fun if you and I had a project together.” He eyed his brother and asked what was really going on. “All right. I’m bored out of my mind—not at work, but at home. Dylan is working on this thing that takes her to some places I can’t go, and she might have to do something with someone to take them down. The boys are in school all day. Grandda has that job working in the diner, and Mom has those fundraisers she always does.”
“Evan, what makes you think that owning and operating a hotel is going to help you with your boredom? I mean, that sounds like a lot of work. I’ve been by the one that used to be in town. It’s closed down and has been for about a decade. It’ll need a total upgrade.” Adam felt excited about it but wanted to make sure that Evan was really serious about this and not just shooting bullets—another thing that Grandda said. “I’m great with going in on this with you, but you know that we won’t be able to do anything, like renting rooms, until summer, right?”
“I know. But seriously, I need this. And I think you do as well. This is downtime for you, and I think you might like it so much that you won’t want to plant come spring.” He told Evan that wasn’t possible. “We’ll see. By the way, there is another doctor that just arrived the day before yesterday—a Doctor Walton. She saved Mr. Williams’s life. He had a heart attack, and she was there with him to give him CPR right away.”
“What’s she in town for?” He told him what her sister had told Dylan. “So, she’s just breezing through? That sort of sounds lame. Where is she headed to if she’s not staying?”
“Why the third degree? Is it because you’re thinking one of them might be your mate? Now that would work out for me a great deal.” Adam told him he was glad that he could accommodate him. “You know what I mean. Since I took over as head of surgery, I’ve not had a lot of time to do operations. It would be nice to have a good doctor that can take up some of my slack for a change.”
Adam knew that his brother was overworked, which confused him as to why he’d want to do this hotel thing. When he was on his way out of the house, Evan turned back to him with a smile on his face. Adam had already figured out that he’d bought the hotel and had a crew working on it.
Evan was pouting when he drove off, and Adam was glad to have been able to burst his brother’s bubble with his last bit of information. Going to the garage, he was startled when he came upon someone lying in the hay that he’d laid out for the cows for later today.
“May I help you? You do know that you’re trespassing, don’t you?” She nodded but didn’t say anything. “I don’t mean to be rude, but what the hell are you doing in my barn at seven in the morning?”
“I’m looking for Tanner.” He didn’t say that he knew him. Adam wasn’t sure that he should anyway. “He’s my maker—or I thought he was for a very long time. Like recently. I was wondering if he was about. I have been searching for him for a very long time.”
He reached out to the old vampire and told him what he had in his barn, as well as what she’d told him about Tanner being her maker. When he laughed, Adam let out a long breath. He was glad to have something go right. And it was only seven, as he’d told her before.
I’ll find out and let you know. Right now, her and Flora are catching up. But it seems as if Flora is inclined to tell her that you’re here. He told Tanner what she’d said about mistaking him for her maker.
I’m coming since the sun isn’t too bright yet that I can’t come to you.
Tanner was standing next to him just as he finished talking. Adam had asked him once how he could travel so quickly. Adam had to ask and had learned that Tanner didn’t just disappear and reappear as everyone thought.
“I can travel at a very high rate of speed—much too fast for a human or anyone younger than me to see. If you were to picture me while I’m moving, you’d see a slight blur and nothing more.” He told him that electronics were vastly improved nowadays. “Yes, I suppose that they have. But why would anyone be looking for a vampire? I mean, we’re not real to a great many people. Wanda, it’s been a very long time. How are you faring?” She stood up and looked at Adam, then at Tanner. “He belongs to me, as does his entire family. You touch one of them without permission, then I will kill you.”
“I’ve no wish to touch the big tiger. But I’m in trouble and I know not how to fix it.” She turned then, and he saw the blood that was streaming down her back from a wound up by her hairline. “My master, he called to me. When I refused to do as he wished, I was punished. I only just managed to escape so I could warn you, my lord.”
“Is Randal still looking for me? You know that I’m not worried about him, do you not?” She nodded, then shook her head. “Come with me and I’ll find you a safe haven. Once you are healed, then we’ll talk.” She thanked him. “Think nothing of it. If you are in trouble, as you said, then you’ll be better at winding your tale around to make me understand.”
They disappeared, except for Flora. She came to sit on the corral post that Adam had been working on until dark last night. When she seemed content with just watching him, Adam started to whistle. While he didn’t like lots of noise, he did like to whistle old tunes.
“Randal is a vampire.” Adam stopped working to look at her. “He is bad news—for humans and paranormals as well. It would have done us all a favor should my master have killed him long ago.”
“What’s he done? For that matter, why would he hurt one of his children? I thought that was a big rule.” She told him it was. “Okay. Perhaps this would go better if I stop asking questions and allow you to speak.” He winked at her and she smiled. He could see that she was very nervous about something.
“Long ago, before even trains and cars were around, Randal was friends with my master. Tanner was a good man even then, though he’d not think so. I was being injured by Randal. Many of my kind had been caught and put into a large cage, one that was made especially for fae.” Adam nodded, figuring he could ask her what that meant later. “He had torn their wings off, you see, so that the magic could come to him. It would take millions of us to fulfill his need, as I’m sure he knew. Tanner came to see him, and he saw what he was about to do to me. Tearing off a fae’s wings is the same as it would be to humans to have all their limbs cut from them.”
“How many of you had he injured before Tanner arrived?” She told him, and he shivered. His sorrow for what had happened was great. “Six hundred of you? I’m so sorry for your loss, Flora. I’m assuming that Tanner somehow had the man stopped by force or asking?”
“He took his kiss. You understand that is what a group of vampires is called, correct?” Adam nodded and asked her how that had happened. “It is easy when you are as old as Tanner. But he quit him as well. Told Randal that should he darken Tanner’s place on this earth just once, he would never do it again.”
“So the two of you became friends after that. But I’m thinking that there is more to this. Not that taking wings from anyone is all right, but Tanner is a forgiving man. At least he is to us.” Flora nodded and moved to the other stall when he did. “I’m only making myself busy work. So, if you’d like to go indoors, I’m sure that we can find you something to eat.”
“Nay, this is fine, my lord.” Adam asked her what else had happened. “Several years later—I think at least a few decades. I cannot pinpoint that part. Time is my worst enemy when I need to remember something. Anyway, several days after Tanner found his mate, they were out celebrating with myself and the two of them. The restaurant was filled to capacity. A large ship was headed out to sea, and they were enjoying the people who were going to board it.”
“This ship, did it go down?” She nodded. “Then it has been a few decades. Okay, go on. I’d like to know what happened to Tanner.”
“Tanner was just going about his business. I stayed at the table with Fredrick. The two of us were watching the crowd, caught up in the way they were happy.” She looked at the newly filled bins. He’d have nothing to put into them until the spring, and he thought that she knew that he was just wasting time. “The first person that we saw fall was a younger man that was making drinks. I thought him only to have slipped. It wasn’t until Fredrick spoke that I realized he was dead. By that time, there were over fifty people on the floor, bleeding out. Randal was walking through the crowd, slicing whomever walked in his path as he made his way to our table. He was there to kill Tanner, because he thought him to have gotten him in trouble with the council. He had, of course. Then the trouble started, worse than before.”
~*~
Ivy made her way to the end of the public streets and started back the way that she had come. Jogging was the only thing that she could find that would make her sleep after a surgery, even if it had been an easy one. She looked at the bench that sat in front of the little store and watched as they all waved at her. Not stopping, needing this more than she could say, Ivy waved back but kept going.
Evan had pulled some strings for her. Ivy wasn’t sure what that might have entailed, but she was now licensed to practice in Ohio. The last time she’d moved and had to apply for the same thing, Ivy knew that she’d never move again just for that reason. It was a long process, and not working would drive her nuts.
Her home was gone. It broke her heart when she thought of all the little things that she’d collected over the years—her diplomas, for one. There were trinkets that she’d picked up while she traveled after getting out of college. All destroyed because of just one man. Ivy had a doctorate in medicine—surgery actually. She had a masters in languages, and another in children’s services.
That last one she’d never used again after the first month. The thought of making sure that children were in a safe place was about as easy as it was for her to stand up to piss—messy and difficult.
Her cell was going off when Ivy turned right and took the bike path for the last leg of her journey. “Walton.” She answered every call she got, at home or on her cell, the same way. When the person at the other end asked her to hold, she nearly hung up on them. “Can I help you? If not, don’t bother leaving a message. I won’t answer it anyway.”
This number was private, the only people that had it was her former employer where she’d worked for the last ten years, as well as her new one here. Ivy was leaning toward staying around when a woman finally answered.
“I’m calling from Middleton General. We’d like to ask you if you’d mind cutting your vacation short. You’d be able to take it later in the year, but we’re very short-staffed right now.” Ivy could almost see Lily putting her name on the schedule before calling her. That was confirmed when she came back on the line. “I have you working on Monday, as well as working in the emergency room for the rest of the week. Wednesday, I have you marked for a double. You will be paid overt
ime for helping me out with this.”
“No. I’m on vacation for a reason, and I have no intentions of cutting it short. I gave you several months to find someone else while I was gone, and you waited too long to cover your own hospital. I’m not going to work that schedule or any other one until I return in November, as I told you when I submitted it and got approval for my time off.” Ivy couldn’t stand Lily. She was manipulative as well as a bitch. “If that is all you called me for, then I’m hanging up now.”
“But as I told you, we’re short-staffed.” Ivy told her that wasn’t her problem. “What am I supposed to tell the sick and downtrodden when can’t get them in to see a doctor? Do I tell them it was because you were too selfish to come into work? Where are you, anyway?”
“Nun-ya.” She asked where that is. “Nun-ya business. That’s where I am. Don’t call me again, Lily, or so help me, I’ll put in my resignation. Have a good day.”
Ivy disconnected the call and let it ring to voicemail while she finished up her run. Doing this every day was what kept her in shape, she supposed, and the extra she did to blow off steam didn’t tire or hurt her because of it. Cooling down after finishing up the loop through the woods that Evan had told her about, she walked until she was standing in front of the bed and breakfast that she and her sister had been staying in.
Ivy didn’t want to go inside. She’d been cooped up all day yesterday in the hospital, and she needed to have the sun on her face. Of course, they were calling for snow over the next few days—that was the only way that she’d stay inside. The snow and driving in it gave her the willies.
Meghan was just coming out when Ivy was moving up the stone walkway. “I’m so glad to see you finally. You have to go with me to breakfast.” She told her that it was only about seven in the morning. “I’m well aware of the time, Ivy, but I’ve been busy. I have been up all night talking on the phone for you.”
“I’m not going to go eat anything with you until I get a shower. And what the hell were you talking about that kept you from your sleep?” Meghan told her that she’d been trying to find out about her insurance on her home. “I’ve already taken care of that. Yesterday, as a matter of fact while you slept late like I thought you would today.”