ENTITY MINE by Karin Shah
THE CHIMERA CHRONICLES 2
Soul Mate Publishing
Paranormal Romance Shapeshifters and weres
Available at Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Entity-Mine-Karin-Shah/dp/1619354950
Never fall in love with a man in a photo. Especially, if he’s dead . . .
Balanced on the knife-edge edge of going feral, chimera Ethan Wade has no idea what he is. All the former Navy SEAL turned maritime treasure hunter knows is his explosive temper has destroyed his life, driving him to an isolated rental house in Western, NY, to lick his wounds. When a molotov cocktail of rage and alcohol triggers an uncontrolled shift, he is caught between shapes.
Disembodied, he can only come to one conclusion: He’s died and become a ghost.
Blowing the whistle lost lawyer Devon Daughtry her boyfriend, (not too much of a loss), her job, (a bit worse) and with the rents in Manhattan, a primo apartment (the straw that broke the camel’s back).
Now she’s run home to Cassadaga determined to re-build her life by hanging out her shingle as a psychic medium.
When she discovers a photograph of Ethan while moving in, she’s crushed to discover the man whose lonely eyes strike a chord deep within her soul is missing and presumed dead. Soon, she begins having passionate dreams about him. Dreams that Ethan shares.
But Ethan isn’t the only being in the house. A demonic presence has followed her home and it has diabolical plans for both of them.
Ethan stood in the tiny kitchen for a long time, turning the episode over and over in his head. In that moment of challenge, he’d wanted—no—relished the idea of killing his
friend. His friend, God damn it.
He’d hoped the urges would have passed after being out so long in the sticks, but seclusion had only masked the impulses.
Shit. No more thinking. He wandered into the modest family room to watch TV, lugging the rest of the case of beer with him.
When it was finally late enough to go to sleep, he clicked off the news, but he couldn’t find the will to haul his ass off to bed. He sat in the total darkness for a stretch, mind numb, staring at nothing, unaware of the passage of time.
A crash in the back of the house shattered Ethan’s beer-fueled haze, snapping him stone cold sober.Someone had the balls to break into his house?
The rage he’d tamped down earlier ignited in a flash-fire inferno. Fury swelled like a cresting wave and consumed him, leaving only one thought.
He lunged toward the sound, maddened by the need to rend flesh and crunch bones.
A brilliant flash of light seared his retinas, almost blinding him. All he could see past the after-burn were two dark shadows. Men.
He vaulted toward them, his hands outstretched to rip into the bastards and—passed through the shapes as if they were true shadows.
He belly-flopped onto the carpet.
What the fuck?
Sure he was drunk, but how could he miss? He never missed.
The afterimages clouding his vision had faded. Now he could clearly see the two men in the crappy light filtering through the sheers covering the family room windows. Dan and the redhead.
His fury spiked higher still at the betrayal, and he growled. The feral animal nature of the sound startled him, but neither of the other men reacted at all.
Springing back to his feet, he charged at the intruders, his movements sure and swift in the familiar space, but he shot through the other men with no more force than a phantom and caught himself before he could ram into the threadbare sofa.
“Damn. It’s cold in ‘ere,” whispered the redhead.
What was his name? Bill?
“Shh.” Dan raised his hand. “Do you want Ethan to hear us? I can’t believe he didn’t hear you breaking that window. Man, this is totally FUBAR. How did I let you talk me into this?”
Some of Ethan’s rage gave way to confusion.
They didn’t see him.
How the hell couldn’t they see him? He stood in the middle of room, all six foot five, two-hundred pounds of him. It wasn’t that dark.
He batted a hand in Dan’s direction. It passed through the ex-seal as if the man were no more substantial than fog, or he was.
A shock sliced through his heart. He couldn’t catch his breath. He hadn’t felt such panic since the time he’d realized his oxygen gauge was busted under several cubic tons of seawater. His drunken mind fumbled through possibilities and came up with the most ridiculous, but obvious,
explanation it could. An explanation based on something he’d never believed in, but seemed to define the situation.
Somehow, in the time between when his friends had left and Dan and the redhead had broken in . . . he’d died.
IN LIKE A LION released December 19th, 2012 from Soul Mate Publishing
IN LIKE A LION (the Chimera Chronicles 1) is about the youngest Mara brother, Jake Finn.
Dangerous and forbidden…
Research scientist, Dr. Anjali Mehta, lost her beloved family in an earthquake. Only her work cuts through the paralyzingly grief, but when she finds her new research subject, reputed mass murderer, Jake Finn, maddeningly uncooperative and inexplicably sexy she’s tempted to run away. How can she burn to touch a killer–a man behind bars?
What she doesn’t know is that Jake is a chimera, a shapeshifter who can change into a lion or a dragon with all the strengths of both even in human form, who believes his ability to shape shift is nothing but a terrifying hallucination, and his overpowering attraction to his new doctor proof positive he’s finally gone over the edge.
And the employer she trusts has an agenda all his own. If she can’t believe the impossible, neither she nor Jake may make it out alive.
IN LIKE A LION is the first book of my new series The Chimera Chronicles, following the seven Mara brothers, Doc, Sneezy, Dopey–just kidding! Those are not their names. The brothers were separated in childhood and in some cases don’t know they’re shapeshifters. Each book is a stand alone, except 3 and 4 (you know, I had to have twins) but as they cover the brothers finding each other, as well as their fated mates, they are best enjoyed in order.
I promise 3 and 4 each have their own completed romantic plot. There is a simply a small action plot arc begun in 3 that is finished in 4.
BLOOD AND KISSES RELEASED OCTOBER 12TH 2011 from Soul Mate Publishing
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I have ventured away from deep space with this one. I can’t help it. I write what I love and I was loving vampires when I wrote this book. Still do, though I’m currently writing about shape shifters.:-)
The usual blurb is at the Soul Mate website, so I’ll just give you some insider info here.
Gideon Damek is my hero. He’s an extremely ancient vampire and in his time, he’s done some things he can’t forgive himself for.
My heroine Thalia is dealing with the loss of her mother and a cousin as close as a sister, all while doing a job she believes is over her head.
Neither believe they are worthy of love.
Thalia has pushed people away all her life because she thinks her guardian’s mark, a crescent shaped birthmark that takes up most of her cheek, makes her ugly. Gideon has done the same because he thinks he’s too dangerous to be around.
They must work together to stop a rogue vampire who is killing mortals and witches alike. But falling for each other could be the last thing they ever do–witch blood is poisonous to vampires…
I originally went with the whole vampires don’t have a reflection idea and the first scene took place at the bar Gideon owns, not so originally named on my part, The Tomb. It’s a bar they share with the witches, but they don’t mingle, so each group has one side of the bar. The witches call it, The Bell, Book and Candle, I know, no originality points for me on that one either*g*.
The original first scene had Thalia looking into the long mirror behind the bar and seeing only some of the occupants, but I decided (because I love science, hence my Sci-Fi Romance STARJACKED) that if vampires were visible to the naked eye, they had to reflect light like everybody else and had to be visible in mirrors. (Apologies to those who prefer their vamps invisible in mirrors. I think there’s room for us all)
It’s just as well the scene changed locations, because it relied on what was mostly a gimmick and I think the new first chapter has more of a sense of the real uncertainty and danger of two opposing sides meeting to discuss a mutual goal.