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Aggie McClure
Name: Aggie McClure
Book Series: Coveted
Job: Socialite/Works at her father’s international shipping business
Height: 6’ 0’’
Weight: 120lbs
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Blue
From (Location): New York City
Significant Other: None
Signature Move: Oh-No-She-Didn’t Tackle
Enemies: Long Island werewolf pack
Favorite Pastime: A full-course meal at a fine restaurant
Other Facts: Aggie is the daughter of the Manhattan werewolf pack.
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Hey! Guess I need to let you know about me. Get comfortable and have a few of my cookies here. ‘Cause I love to share. Where do I start without the quintessential my name is? Eh, who cares? My name is Aggie McClure. My life has changed a great deal over the past couple of months. A few months ago, I was living with my parents in our family penthouse in New York City. As the daughter of the Manhattan pack leader—a rich one—that is, I was expected to fall in line and become the good daughter. I was expected to mate with another pack leader. But my father, the master manipulator in question, didn’t raise a fool—even with all the control he wanted to exert over me. Growing up the daughter of a millionaire, I didn’t suffer. But I was expected to learn to defend myself as a future alpha female. That meant training in hand-to-hand combat, lessons in warfare and battle planning, and basic firearm techniques. I’m not the best with advanced weaponry, but if you step up to me to party and act like you want to mess with me or my friends, I’ll sure as hell go Doc Holliday and be your huckleberry.
A few days after I was of legal drinking age, my dad took a rare night off work to take his socialite daughter from Park Avenue to the gritty corners of New York City where I was forced to defend myself. No bodyguards. No backups. It all began with a drink in a busy Irish pub. Isn’t that always the opening line: two werewolves walked into a bar… I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. I could’ve pretended to be coy and let my dad order, but I’d gotten plenty of drinks before. While I got my alcohol-laden beverage, my dad had been busy going through the crowd. Eventually, he stopped to talk to two older chicks. The rough-around-the-edges type. He pointed out how he’d seen me take something from them. They searched their pockets and then threw a dark glare in my direction. I couldn’t resist grinning. Now what kind of thief hung out for a drink after they robbed someone? Now most ladies don’t want to mess with me. But, thanks to my good ol’ dad, my pockets needed to be searched. And the minute they put their hands on me it was on like Donkey Kong. Mistake number one, the gal didn’t ask me about her wallet, she just grabbed my shoulder. Second mistake, you don’t grab a werewolf and step up to them like ‘what’s up’. I took her bold hand with my right hand and squeezed that sucker.
“Ask first. Grab later,” I growled. “Common decency means you ask someone what’s going on.”
The woman’s friend tried to grab me next, but I was ready for them. Soon enough, all three of us were tangled together on the floor. Them swinging and me blocking. Attempts to walk away pretty much ended when one of them slapped me. Hard. Restraint for the wolf side of me pretty much ended there.
My shouts of, “I didn’t do it,” apparently translated to them as: “Wipe the floor with my face, please.”
A few seconds later, both of them were out cold on the floor and the sounds of police sirens reached my sensitive ears. I made a beeline for the door and found dad waiting next to it. With arms crossed and a wide grin like I’d caught my first rabbit during the full moon, he couldn’t get anymore smug.
As we left the bar I said, “I can’t take you anywhere, can I?”
As far as the Smackdown is concerned, I can win these matches because I fight to win. I’ve had too many people try to tell me what to do. If I want to enter the Smackdown, I’ll damn well do it because I want to do it. I’m here to represent. Let’s do this!
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Shawntelle Madison is a web developer who loves to weave words as well as code. She’d never admit it, but if asked she’d say she covets and collects source code. After losing her first summer job detassling corn, Shawntelle performed various jobs—from fast-food clerk to grunt programmer to university webmaster. Writing eccentric characters is her most favorite job of them all. On any particular day when she’s not surgically attached to her computer, she can be found watching cheesy horror movies or the latest action-packed anime. She lives in Missouri with her husband and children.
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Available April 23, 2013 from Shawntelle Madison
About this Book:
Werewolf Natalya Stravinsky’s outspoken sidekick, Aggie McClure, is featured in this prequel novella. Before Agatha set foot in South Toms River, New Jersey, she had the fight of her life to face. Destined to be the alpha female over her Manhattan pack, Aggie was fully prepared to take on her role until her father arranges a marriage without her consent. She wants out–but the only way is with money–something her new controlling husband won’t give her to escape. But such odds never kept a wolf like Aggie down. To sever the twisted tie, she finds herself pitted against raging wood nymphs and backstabbing brownies in an underground supernatural fighting ring. With every victory, the sweet taste of freedom is closer, but her husband isn’t willing to let her go that easily. Until the very end, Aggie must fight for the one thing she’s never had: a choice.
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