Traitorās Den was meant to be a prison. A punishment. A hellhole my daddy could never escape.
Over the decades, however, hundreds of us have found a way to make it our home. Weāve learned to deal with the many bumps along the way with colorful cussing and a dash of humorāoften roused by one too many at the saloonāand weāve embraced the spell that turns us all into honky-tonk cowgirls and -boys.
The Den might be more bizarre magical theme park than anything else, but hey, itās ours. Whatās ours, we Denners protect. To the death. We might have better things to do than showing up to work on time, but tell us thereās a shootout? Darn tootinā, weāll be there. With bells on. Whatever cray-cray happens in our town, weāll find a way to fix itāor at least, shoot it till itās as fixed as it gets.
But what in Sam Hill are we supposed to do with a hole in the sky, where a hole sure as shitfire doesnāt belong, thatās letting dragons into our no-exit portal town? Iām not talking cute baby dragons like Sawyer Zane. Full grown, mean as sin, adult dragons. Who are on this one-way trip to kill lucky olā me. Just dandy.
Since thereās nowhere to run, we do what we do best: we fight.
One way or another, there can only be one sheriff in town. When the dust settles, Iām betting it will be me. Iām hoping, anyhow, because Iām all in. And so is everyone I love, including the gorgeous half vampire and two hunky shifters whoāve gone ahead and claimed me. As they say, where thereās smoke thereās fire, and honey, in Traitorās Den, somethingās always smokinā hot.
* This grand finale of the Six Shooter and a Shifter series is 91,000 words long, bringing the series to a satisfying happily-ever-after conclusion.