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Members of Jason Lory’s original pride coalition
warned of the shifter-mates remaining—some were
thought to be man-eaters.
Others, the nomads, were considered very volatile
and unable to shift successfully without the stimulation
of five rings, only no one knew with absolute certainty
what these rings were or where to find them. Jason Lory
figured out the mystery.
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Five Rings
Copyright © 2009 Destiny Blaine
ISBN: 978-1-55487-448-4
Cover art by Martine Jardin
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FIVE RINGS
BY
DESTINY BLAINE
CHAPTER ONE
“L
auren Duran, you have a call on line three.
Lauren Duran, line three.” The old-fashioned
intercom
buzzed
with
the
front
office
receptionist’s lazy drawl.
Lauren envisioned the face belonging to the
voice and crinkled her nose. Sometimes when the
older woman made a hospital-wide call, the hairs
on the back of Lauren’s neck bristled. There wasn’t
any love lost between herself and the aging
receptionist, and for good reason. If anyone
realized Lauren had secrets, no matter how well
she kept them hidden, Fran Conway knew all
about them.
Strolling across the pale blue linoleum floor,
Lauren nodded to one of the recovering addicts on
her unit. He was a young fellow, probably around
twenty, and visiting Broken Dreams Recovery Center
for the fourth time. He smiled, and didn’t bother
to conceal the effort he made when checking out
her ass. After rubbernecking all he could, he
continued his stroll down the padded hallway.
The young guns never ceased to amaze her.
They all possessed balls of steel and sucked up to
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