Vic Series (WIP)

Vic Townsend Series

Paranormal/ Urban Fantasy

Blurb-
Supernatural beings of all "breeds" are exposed and living side by side with humans.

Victoria "Vic" Townsend is a human woman in her late twenties, living in a town overrun with Supes. Her job is to keep them abiding by the laws set in place to protect herself and other mere humans. Working undercover most of the time has it's inherent risks, but she is no "pansy" and can take care of her own. That is, until....

Quinn Collins enters the picture. Quinn is a "Supe", a Tiger-shifter and a powerhouse in the Supernatural/Human division of the law. Too good in fact, they loan him out to other human agencies who are having trouble with Supe crime. One thing he really can't understand is how the humans expect to keep these beings under control by themselves, they are inferior. Slower, less skilled and much easier to kill. Vic Townsend has a knack for testing that last bit out a little too often, but Quinn is required to keep her alive. That's his job.
Or, so he keeps telling himself.

(I really don't like writing blurbs. LOL)

Excerpt One-
(unedited and subject to change before publishing)
Vic's POV

Who the hell is this guy?
 Mystery man from the bar has somehow found his way to Gray’s house, with my stake in his boot, no less. The only other possessions I find on him are a key ring for a rental car, and a key card for the Motel California near the highway. No identification. No wallet. No pocket lint, even.
I look out over the street; I don't see any cars that are new since my arrival. He was smart enough to park out of sight. Glancing back at the pile of Goons, I crouch to check the watch on mystery man's wrist and conclude I have about twenty more minutes before they start coming around.
I hurry and drag mystery man deeper into the garage, walk down the sidewalk and press the remote for the rental car. A newer black Dodge Charger chirps back at me about a block away.
 The man has taste.
Once behind the wheel I have to slide the seat forward several inches before even my stiletto’ed feet can reach the pedals.
Back in Gray’s driveway I am standing over the massive man trying to figure out how I can get him into his back seat       quickly. Finally, I decide to drag him up to the open door, climb in the back seat and pull him up. With my legs spread wide I straddle the seat, hike up my cocktail dress and place my hands under his arms, not nearly prepared enough for his formidable weight. Grunting in furious effort, I almost have his shoulders clear the floor board when I hear him speak.
"Nice view." He groans.
I look down into open and very glossy hazel eyes staring between my legs. I immediately drop his arms, causing me to fall into the seat and him to crack his head on the cars door jam.
 "Shit! Shit! Shit!" I've knocked him out again. If he can remember his own name after this, it'll be a damn miracle.
I scramble back up and double my effort. "You better be one of the good guys, damnit," I'd hate to waste this energy on some Bleeding asshole.
©Kris Pittman

Excerpt Two-
(unedited and subject to change before publishing)
Quinn's POV

I'd recognize that face anywhere. The shock that registers in her pretty face is satisfying. Feeling as though I have the upper hand, I can’t help but to play.
"Quinn Collins," I stretch my hand out to shake hers, but she only looks down at it. "Thought you might want to know the name of the man you assaulted last night." She gradually looks up to my face, a bit unsure, and a lot uneasy. Nonetheless she grabs my hand, holding it firmly and paints an indifferent look on her face.
"Vic Townsend," She pauses. "Well, Quinn are you looking for another KO, because I’ve got to tell you that's not normally my thing."
"Actually, I am here to meet with Captain Markus Twitchel. Are you his secretary?" I knew damn well she wasn't, but the fire that lit behind her eyes promised to be quite entertaining.
Without looking away she grabs her name plate off of her desk which clearly reads: Special Agent Victoria Townsend, and holds it to my face.
"Oh wow, they let you human gals have any job huh?"
"Yes, we humans have risen above barbarism and found the vagina is indeed not a disability." She spits out between perfectly straight, clenched teeth.
"Ah Vic, I see you've met your new partner. This is Detective Quinn Collins, out of the supernatural division of our agency. He comes highly recommended." A tall middle aged man chimes as he glides up to us with his hand out to me. "Pleasure to meet you, Detective Collins. I am Captain Twitchel, though most just call me Twitch."
 I clasp his outstretched hand, "Pleasures mine, Twitch. Vic is to be my partner?" Vic's face is pink with embarrassment, but her eyes still haven't lost their fire as she stares holes into my head.
"She's the best we have, and that's saying a lot." If the warm look he gives her is any clue, these two have a relationship beyond just business. 
©Kris Pittman

Word Count To Date (WCTD): 9,367