LION’S PREY (Chimera Chronicles 4) blurb and excerpt October 20, 2016Posted by karinshah in amazon, books, brothers, demons, ebooks, Entertainments, Fantasy, ghosts, kindle, paranormal, paranormal romance, Sam and Dean Winchester, shifters, spirits, Strong female characters, strong female lead, Supernatural, Uncategorized.
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On the run . . .
Attempting to flee from a bank robbery he was blackmailed into, Chimera-shifter and former Army Ranger Tyler Gunn is a desperate man. Reeling from what he believes is the death of his twin, he knows he can’t control his lion if he’s arrested and he fears killing innocent people. His only hope is to get somewhere far away, where he can safely surrender to the feral side that has gnawed away at his humanity and is now a whisker away from locking him in his lion, forever.
Reporter Zara Coventry is having a bad day. Her feet hurt, her mom is pressuring her to move back to California, her co-worker has snaked a story out from under her, and worst of all, she hasn’t had a date in so long, the mere picture of one of the escaped twins from the bank gets her all hot and bothered. What the hell is that all about? Then a tall stranger shields her from an explosion and things go completely downhill.
When Zara recognizes Ty, he has no choice. He must take her hostage. Too many lives are at stake. The plan is to release her as soon as it’s safe, but his lion is revealed and despite her fear, Zara smells the story of a lifetime. Their fates are not their own, however. A major snowstorm strands them in a tiny conservative village in the Ozarks and they are forced to pretend to be husband and wife.
Trapped together, Zara has to remind herself pretty much every time she looks at him that the sexy shapeshifter is a criminal. And though Ty knows she’s his mate, he believes he’s too unstable to give in to the burning desire he feels when she’s near.
But forbidden longing and the FBI are not the only threats. The cartel has lost an airplane in the storm and they’ll do anything to get their product back. Even kill.
If she refused to come, he would have to carry her.
The notion almost pierced the numb shell of bereavement blanketing him. She’d smelled delightful in his arms earlier and felt even better. He ran a hand over his overlong crew cut. Some Special Forces guys liked to grow beards and long hair, to blend in or maybe because they were allowed, but he’d always liked the ease of the basic buzz they graced recruits with at boot camp. Con had favored it too. Con.
The thought of his brother stabbed his heart and Ty suspected his voice was probably rougher than necessary as he held out his hand to the petite TV reporter. “Your phone’s not working and the weather’s changed. I doubt you want to freeze to death here, so get back in the car.” He breathed deep and glanced over his shoulder at the vehicle, then back in her direction. “Please.”
She studied the cold, dark fields around them, her high broad cheekbones and pointed chin painted blue by the moon, and then ran her gaze over him, as if preparing to buy a prize racehorse. Her cheeks puffed out for a second and sunk, her slow breath a streaming cloud against a black backdrop. “I’ll get back in the car. If you’ll answer some of my questions.”
He considered her for a stretch, then called her bluff, pivoting on his heel to trot back to the car.
She stomped her foot, making the pebbles grate under her sneakered sole and threw her hands down at her sides like a hockey player tossing down his gloves and stick before a fight. “Come on! You kidnapped me. You’re a bank robber and some kind of weird shapeshifter thing!” She pressed her splayed hands to her chest. “It’s worth risking hypothermia to get a few questions answered.”
Weird shapeshifter thing? His lion abruptly remembered it was a pain in the ass. He roared. The sound tumbled through the fallow fields and startled some hardy birds from their roosts. Their wings beat the icy air like a rush of whispered voices.
The reporter flinched, but stood her ground. “Hell, I don’t even know which Gunn brother you are.”
Maybe the only one. He bit back a second roar at the impact of that thought, burying the pain to deal with later and took a step toward her. He’d hijacked her. What would it cost him to tell her his name? “Tyler.”
He wheeled back toward the car and patted her door which still hung open like the tongue of a panting dog. “You can call me Ty.”
Is this TMI? Shiny Things 1/13/2015 January 13, 2015Posted by karinshah in books, ebooks, Parenting, sports, TV, Young Adult.
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Shiny Things 1/13/2015
Things distracting me this week–
Congratulations, Ohio State Buckeyes on winning a true National Championship!
I’m not really a football fan, but the Buckeyes are special to me for more than just geographical reasons (I live in a suburb of Columbus).
The last time the Buckeyes won a National Championship was the 2002 season. I remember it very well, because I was in the hospital having my first child.
(Warning labor story) she wasn’t due until February 6th, so it was quite a surprise when my water broke on January 3rd! I’d just been to the doctor the day before and been told everything seemed fine for her original delivery date, for goodness sake! But at seven am it happened. Because it happened so early, I acted like a total moron. (Me: It can’t be my water! It’s too early! DH: Call the doctor. Me(the moron): but no one will be there yet!) I finally got my brain together, called and was told to come to the hospital, back then it was called the Ohio State Medical Center, or OSUMC.
Skipping ahead, I am not a hero and was soon drugged up and attached to so many devices I told my sister over the phone that I felt like a Borg. Twelve hours later, around ten, the serious work began, but no luck. Meanwhile, OSU was busy playing in the Tostidos Fiesta Bowl.
I swear to this day, my doctors dragged their feet getting the OR ready so they could finish watching the game. My proof? At one in the morning my daughter was delivered and as the OB handed her over he said (and we have this on DVD), “and by the way, OSU won.”
So when you say, O-H and my kids return I-O, they come by it honestly.
Anybody else have kids born on “special occasions?”
(Warning excessive whining) I’ve been fighting a cold/sinus attack from Hell/migraine since Saturday, so my edits for my New YA Fantasy Romance are going very slowly. Part of me says, “come on, push through you wimp!” But the other professional writer part says, “you’ll start to skim and miss things.”
Have you seen that commercial where the guy opens the door and says, “I’m really sorry, I’m going to have to call in sick tomorrow and he’s talking to a baby in a crib?” I feel the same way about edits, unfortunately, NyQuil (or any number of drugs) hasn’t made any difference.
My tree is still up. Yes, it’s artificial. You don’t have to picture a pathetic stick, dropping needles all over my hardwood floor. We always keep our tree up until after my daughter’s birthday, but I’m pleading edits. I have a history, though of getting it down late. One year, it was still up when my Mom came to visit in February (she’s never let me forget it!) Still, as I get older I’m trying to do better.
What’s the latest you’ve had yours up?
Wish me luck!