Friday, September 9, 2016
Drama in a Small Town: THE HUNTED, by Shannan Albright
Drama in a Small Town: THE HUNTED, by Shannan Albright: A druid sworn to protect and nurture. Leigh Simon, a druidic healer, lives a peaceful existence among her nomadic tribe. She practices...
THE HUNTED, by Shannan Albright
A druid sworn to protect and nurture.
Leigh Simon, a druidic healer, lives a peaceful existence
among her nomadic tribe. She practices the healing arts and communes with the
earth—until her estranged mother’s death turns Leigh’s life upside down. Leigh
is now heir to her mother’s worldly possessions, including one dark, brooding
demon.
A demon sworn
to revenge.
Taren’s rage against witches is all that keeps him going.
Forced into the beholden vow, magically binding him to the witches’ Guild of
Assassins, he bides his time until he can find a way to break the vow. The key to his freedom comes in the form
of one curvaceous female who knows nothing about
the violence, hatred, and fear his kind
has lived through.
A hunt to
the death.
Leigh’s shocked at the brutality Taren endures at the hand of
the Isis Guild of Assassins. The only way to right the wrong is to enter an antiquated, lethal challenge called The
Hunt. If they can evade a deadly squad of assassins for twenty-four hours,
they’re home free—something no one has done for hundreds of years—and falling
in love only makes the need to survive steeper. Now, they’re not just fighting
for Taren’s freedom, they’re fighting for love.
EXCERPT
“She spoke of you, her child, and the hard choice to send you
away from her and the guild she’d tied herself to. She’d wanted you to have a
life free of blood and death. She spoke of sensing in you a strong magic, one which could be used for good or bad. She refused to have you used as a
weapon, and she believed the Guild of Isis would have made you a weapon for
their own gain. Instead, she chose someone who would train you in the ways of
peace and nurturing. She instructed your
Amaya to raise you as one of her own. To guide your mind and magic to their
tenants and oppress the darker aspects of
your power. I wanted to question her about you, for the first time seeing the
real female and not the cold-blooded assassin. Sadly, it was not to be. She
refused to say more about you, but the glimpse she gave me softened my wrath
toward her. Anyone who could love and sacrifice for their child did have a soul
worth salvaging.”
Tears ran unchecked down Leigh’s cheeks, and her throat
tightened with the emotion rising from a deeply buried part of her soul. There
was still that little child crying out for her mother. Always wondering what
her mother found lacking in her which caused her to abandon her so easily. The
knowledge worked like a healing balm, soothing the pain and giving her closure
and peace. She held the truth close to her breast, absorbing it into her very
essence.
Her mother had loved her and sacrificed to see her raised in a
culture which cherished all life. The revelation was not lost on her.
With great care, Taren lightly brushed away the tears with his
fingers before cupping her face and tilting her head up to meet his gaze head
on. “So beautiful, tasa meela.”
His deep voice held a husky note, sending a cascade of warmth through her,
sweeping over her breasts and down to the juncture between her legs.
“What does that mean?” Her question came out in a breathless
whisper as his heat caressed her, building a pulsing need hammering through
her.
“The closest translation in your words is ‘bright spirit’.”
Taren drew nearer touching his forehead to hers and stroking
her cheek with gentle fingers.
“Oh, I like that,” Leigh
whispered, placing her hand over his.
Time froze for one perfect moment as they stood poised on the brink of a precipice she sensed there
would be no coming back from.
“My mind tells me this is wrong, what is between us. Still, my
soul cries out for you, your body a sweet siren’s
song I must follow.”
Her breath caught on his
words, her heart opening to him. She was dangerously close to falling in love
with him, just as she knew she could trust him with her heart and soul, her
very life.
Everything about him and her
felt…right. Not wrong as he argued.
She drew away just enough to stare up into his beautiful dark
eyes, missing the swirl of red she spied that morning in their dark depths.
“I am yours to take, Taren. I have never before felt such a
pull. All that I am calls out for you too.” To lend power to her words, she
reached out fingers sinking into thick golden strands of his hair. She marveled
in the silkiness before lightly tracing his tightly curved horns.
On a shudder, his eyes closed, his breathing labored as she
stroked them. Who knew a Demosian’s s horns could be so sensitive?
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Saturday, August 13, 2016
Drama in a Small Town: Victoria’sdetermination and good looks got her a...
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Thursday, August 11, 2016
Drama in a Small Town: FALSE ARREST
Drama in a Small Town: FALSE ARREST: FALSE ARREST J. Brennan “Police, open the door.” The pounding and shouts...
FALSE ARREST
FALSE ARREST
J. Brennan
“Police,
open the door.”
The
pounding and shouts roused Ben out of a deep sleep. He sat up in bed, sure he
was dreaming when a loud crack splintered the door of his studio apartment.
Officers dressed in swat-team uniforms flooded the room. Arms yanked him to his
feet.
“Wait
a minute. Stop. What’s going on?” Ben’s protest was met with an arm to the
throat as he was wrestled to the floor. He felt a knee to the back of his neck
as metal cuffs pinched on his wrists.
“Would
someone please tell me…”
“You
have the right to remain silent.” The officer continued reading Ben his rights
before they hauled him to his feet.
“At
least, give me my pants and shoes…wallet.”
Someone
swore and tossed a pair of jeans in his direction. A grim officer helped him
dress and allowed him to slip his bare feet into his shoes, while others
rummaged through his dresser.
“Found
it.” An officer held up a package. No one else spoke as two strong men hauled
him downstairs and into a squad car.
Ben’s
questions remained unanswered as they sped to the police station. He didn’t
bother to protest when the officers led him into a small room furnished with
two chairs and a table. He realized a video camera captured his every move so
he sat quietly, careful not to show any emotion.
After
twenty minutes, Detective Grissom entered the room and slapped a folder on the
table. He scrapped out the chair sat across from Ben, taking his time shuffling
the papers in front of him.
“Drug
possession with the intent to sell,” he growled.
Ben
started to speak but realized the situation was hopeless. He wasn’t involved in
drugs. Didn’t have drugs in his apartment. That didn’t mean they weren’t placed
there by rogue cops. He listened while Grissom read off the charges.
“You’re
in serious trouble, young man.”
Ben
stayed silent and stared at the detective.
Grissom’s
voice rose to a higher level. He stood and began to pace the room. “What do you
have to say for yourself?”
Ben
clamped his lips.
Grissom
stood between Ben and the camera and slapped the open folder before him. “If
you don’t plan to talk to me, I’ll have no option but to book you. Understand?”
Ben
noticed the detective edged the folder in his direction. He glanced down and
squashed a smile when he read the note. We
got them, Ben. I’m placing you in protective custody until it’s time to
testify.
Undercover
agent, Ben Marks nodded. Instead of a cell, another undercover agent rushed him
off to a motel room. It was much better than the grimy apartment he rented to
take part in the sting.
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Drama in a Small Town: Victoria’sdetermination and good looks got her a...
Drama in a Small Town:
Victoria’sdetermination and good looks got her a...: Victoria’s determination and good looks got her a job. Her attempt to intervene when one of her co-workers became addicted to drugs tu...
Victoria’sdetermination and good looks got her a...: Victoria’s determination and good looks got her a job. Her attempt to intervene when one of her co-workers became addicted to drugs tu...
Victoria’s
determination and good looks got her a job. Her attempt to intervene when one
of her co-workers became addicted to drugs turned into a disaster. During a crisis,
will the handsome undercover narcotic agent, Sean Casey, arrive in time to
rescue her?
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