Mounty Huntress (Mavis Macallastar Book 1)

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Mavis Macallastar was once a hunter for the Supernatural Hunters Organization, a covert branch of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. When her family is tragically slaughtered, Mavis supplanted herself into a suburban lifestyle and had manged to keep herself concealed for the the past ten years. After another lengthy shift of her dead end job, all Mavis wants is to come home and unwind. To her horror when she returns home, she finds her house has been broken into and there is a trail of blood leading to the back room. All of her fears become reality when she finds her husband has been brutality murdered. Their three-month-old daughter is missing and it was undoubtedly a werewolf who is responsible. Mavis having no other choice but to cover up the evidence, sets her home on fire and heads out in search of her missing daughter. What is Mavis capable of when she has nothing else left to lose? The first book in the Mavis Macallastar Series © 2018 Poppisiede

Fantasy / Romance
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A Neverending Day

Mounty Huntress is going to be published and available on Amazon Kindle!
That being said, the full book will only be available on Inkitt until June 30th, 2021. After July 1st you will have to pay to read the full book on Amazon Kindle, so keep that in mind if you start reading it.
I am so sorry to be taking this down, excepcially after I just recently put the full book on Inkitt. I wanted you to all know I am so incredibly humbled by all the love you have been giving this series. I hope you will consider buying a published copy once those become available on Kindle and read the sequel, Pseudo-Hunter which will remain on Inkitt. I will also have physical copies available on Amazon come January, for those of you that are interested. There are also plans in the works for an audiobook, which will be available on audible once it is ready.
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It had been a long and mentally demanding workday for Mavis. Nothing had gone right and when she was asked to stay late, that had been the final blow. On the plus side, it was payday, which should have made her feel relieved. Instead, she just felt stressed. 'If I'm working overtime, shouldn't I get paid for it?' Mavis cursed.

The gas light dinged on her dash, reminding her that she should have filled her car, but it was too late now, she was almost home. She let out a long and drawn-out sigh as she turned down the next block, beyond ready for this day to be over. All she wanted right now was to hug her baby girl, eat that leftover lasagna in the fridge, and curl up on the couch with her husband. She pulled into her driveway and immediately shut off the car, slumping back into her seat defeated. Mavis took long slow and even breaths out of her nose, then exhaled through her mouth. After a few minutes, she felt a little more collected and her eyes shifted towards the house.

An unsettling feeling washed over her instantly. It was dark. Too dark. Alexander was supposed to be home. Her mind scrambled to think, too tired from the events from her day to remember if Alexander had told her anything. Were they gone? Or had they gone to bed already? Her eyes turned towards the clock on her dash. It was only nine-thirty. Mavis shoved the car door open and tore up the driveway. Her heels clicked loudly against the cement as she made her way to the front door. She quickly shoved her key into the lock before bursting into a cold and lifeless house. Blindly in the dark, she reached for the switch, finding it after a couple of missed pats with her hand. Flicking on the lights, she gasped in horror.

The walls, ceiling, and floors of the entryway were covered in splatters and smudges of fresh blood. A smeared handprint on the wall caught her eye and a harsh chill ran up her spine.

"ALEXANDER!" Her voice trembled. The whole house remained quiet. Mavis swallowed before continuing to move toward the kitchen. The further she moved into the house the more pungent the sweet metallic scent got. Causing her skin to crawl with unease. She flicked on the lights and her stomach dropped again. There was even more in this room. It speckled the off-white cupboards and dark granite countertops. Turning her once pleasant cooking space into a butcher scene.

A gust of cool air drew her attention towards the broken sliding glass door. Grinding her teeth, she felt her jaw pop before she moved towards it.


Her eyes dropped to the floor, shards of glass were scattered across the gray tile, mixing in with the blood and other debris. Mavis continued to follow the trail around the island until she came to a sudden halt. Drawing in a sharp breath as her eyes landed on the severed arm. Mavis felt dizzy, taking a step back her breathing became more labored. She recognized the navy blue plaid pattern on the shirt sleeve immediately. Alexander had been wearing that shirt this morning. Everything turned on its side as her head reeled. The way the skin and shirt fabric had been torn. Mavis immediately recognized this kind of brutality. Her years of experience hunting supernatural creatures had exposed her to many gruesome scenes, and she had seen her fair share of severed limbs.

Without a doubt, Mavis knew there was a werewolf in her house.

Swallowing back her unease, she forcefully yanked open one of the utensil drawers and pulled out a silver cake knife. Gripping the handle so tightly in her hand, that she made her knuckles turn white. Mavis slowly moved towards the dining room and placed herself up against the wall by the entrance. Carefully, she reached around the wall and found the switch. In the same moment she flipped on the lights she rounded the corner. Expecting to find her home invader but instead. She found her husband.

The cake knife slid from her hand and sunk into the hardwood floor. There was nothing left of him. Completely unrecognizable from the neck down. His once tall and muscular form was nothing more than a pile of torn and mangled flesh and bones. Thoroughly tenderized like meat in a meat grinder.

An almost inaudible sob slipped from her sealed lips as she collapsed onto the floor. Mavis struggled to breathe as grief and guilt suffocated her. Her eyes snapped shut and she squeezed them as tightly as she could. This was too cruel. Her heart clenched as she thought of all the horrific things he must have experienced before he died. Attempting to comfort herself, she wrapped her arms around her in a pitiful hug. Her body racked in agony as reality began to set in. Nothing was ever going to be the same again. Alexander had been the glue that held their little family together. What were they going to do without him?

Mavis's eyes shot open wide. Her heart rate accelerated as panic invaded her senses. Her daughter was home. Clumsily she tried to push herself to her feet but toppled back onto her rear. Biting into her bottom lip this time, she yanked the cake knife out of the floor and scrambled to get her feet under her. Flailing drunkenly as she rushed towards the stairs. Fear pricked every nerve in her body as she neared the top. She gasped for air as a vicious stab pierced her heart. There was blood on the door. Mavis's hands shook uncontrollably as she violently threw it open, rushing towards the crib.

Her heart sunk, she was gone.

Mavis swallowed at the blood-coated sheets as her brain struggled to process. Where was her daughter? Why wasn't she here? Was that her blood?

She doubled over and threw up bile onto the floor, gripping the crib railing for support until her legs finally gave and she plummeted to the floor. Tears filled her eyes and spilled over. The cake knife slipped from her hand and clattered against the floor loudly. Mavis struggled to take in each breath, each coming out more ragged and harsher than the last. Collecting dots on her vision and sapping her strength. She gripped her chest tightly as her heart throbbed with immense pain. The endless questions and concerns floating around in her mind, made her head hurt. A few tears slipped from her eyes as she struggled to get a grasp on reality. Exhaustion and stress weighed heavily on her, leaving her feeling numb and empty. She screamed out in agony. Squeezing her hands so tight her nails drew blood from her palms. Everything that she had ever loved, was gone.
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