Catching Up by Cheating

Wow. It’s been too long since I posted.

In my defense, it was a pretty hellish Christmas break. I know this is kinda cheating but I have actually been blogging. Once a week I contribute to Nights of Passion. Well, contribute is a strong word. That would imply I add some value. Mostly I just fill up space. Anyway, to read about my crazy but successful winter break — and I define successful as not murdering my children — you click here.

Just before that, I won my first MargaRITA award with my local RWA group! Actually, I won 3! Most of which I’m embarrassed about. To read more about that, click here. (I’m so lazy)

Lately, I’ve been hibernating deep in my warm (but messy) writing cave, working hard on Kept and my New Adult coming soon, Boy Meets Nerd (more details to come).

In branching out into the New Adult world, I’m going to be revamping my website (again), and rebranding Leia Shaw to include contemp humor. What do you think? Can I pull it off? I’m excited for this new genre and adventure. I’m also trying my hand at writing first person, which is an adjustment. You can read more about that here. It’s a good change of pace. I hope you guys love the new voice and changes coming up soon! But as always, you can still expect quality writing, snark, and sexiness 🙂

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How was your winter break? What are you looking forward to most this New Year?

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10 Reasons to Buy Slaves of Destiny

Here we are again. Another book release and another shameless promotion about why you should buy it 😉

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1. There’s a new supernatural species brand new to the series! A nymph.

He caught movement upstream. A naked figure bathing in the water. Long blonde, almost white hair fell down her back, reaching the apex of her backside. 

2. And my first human hero.

The brown man stared at her, friendly, but perhaps confused. Wavy black hair fell over his wrinkled forehead. His chest was naked, though he still wore trousers. Who was he? At first glance, he looked human, though a strange mark had been stamped on his chest. 

3. It’s sexy.

She dropped her gaze to his mouth and a greedy glitter grew in her eyes.

Lust. She wanted him.

Fuck, she wanted him! He couldn’t tear his eyes from her mouth. Would she taste as good as she smelled? She closed the distance between them. Her mouth hovered over his. He could taste the wine on her breath. Silence dragged on. Then he moved in.

4. And also a little dangerous.

He spun around, looking for something to use as a weapon. Not that he had experience in fighting, but he’d try anyway. Somehow, in the span of a few hours, the girl had made him care about her. Though she belonged to this world and he didn’t, there was something vulnerable about her that drove him to want to do the honorable thing – to save the damsel in distress. 

5. Aedan makes an appearance!

“You fucked with the wrong fae, Nazar,” he growled. “And you kept me from my mate.” He swung his sword at the smirking incubus.

6. It’ll make you laugh…

“You need to eat?”

“Yes, but it’s not food I crave.”

He thought through the worst. Blood? Animal hearts? High fructose corn syrup? 

7. and also smile.

A cocoon of safety surrounded her. For a long shuddering moment, she knew peace. Eyes closed, she inhaled, then exhaled, trapped under the weight of his masculine body, aware of how she was a part of him as he was of her. For the first time she could recall, there was no fear. Only love.

8. It proves even humans can be sexy.

He kicked off his pants and felt a wave of relief as his cock sprang free. There was a sense of rightness at seeing her beneath him, eagerly waiting, wet and hungry. He wanted to sate her, not just today and not just to ease her pain, but forever. The satyrs could go fuck themselves.

This woman was his.

9. There’s a lot of depth.

There was no greater feeling in the world, nothing that made him more whole, than understanding and being understood by another person. Understanding creates connection, and connecting makes a path for love.

And love was what made the journey worthwhile.     

Who knew sitting in an Underworld brothel would bring such clarity?

10. It’s got a surprise twist ending.

Ah, ah, ah. That I can’t show you. You’ll have to read the book to find out 😉

Below are the buy links. Remember to join the party on Facebook for Friday 12/20, where Cari Silverwood is also celebrating her new book release and we’re each giving away a $25 gift card to Amazon.

Thanks for coming by and happy reading!

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The Mythology in Slaves of Destiny

I did quite a bit of research into mythology while writing Slaves of Destiny. If you know me, then you know I’m already cringing at the word “research.” I am probably one of the laziest writers you’d ever meet. Though pulling from myths and fairy tales is sometimes easier than making up your own shit. So I usually do a combination of both.

For Slaves of Destiny, the heroine is a nymph. I read a bit about greek mythology before writing the book. I wanted to make her as close to “real” as possible. Nymphs are notorious partyers. Drinking, dancing, orgies… They enjoy pleasures of the flesh. Sexy, right? 😉

But they have a weakness, according to myth. Satyrs have an unnatural obsession with them. For the story, I exaggerated this. In Slaves of Destiny, satyrs had hunt the nymph population almost to extinction, forcing Seraphina to hide in order to survive. They don’t just have an obsession for them — they tear them apart while sating their lust.

I don’t know about you, but I love these Greek mythological paintings. They were a source of inspiration for me both for plot and character development. I love that the woman have hips and meat on them. I tried to form Seraphina to fit that look.

Nymphs. It was the root word of nymphomaniac. He looked at her sleeping body. She was built for sex. Hips big enough to grab onto. A cute, bitable ass. Sturdy curves and bone structure.

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And like the nymphs from mythology, Seraphina is a very sensual being. She likes sex. She also needs sex, especially on the full moon. This is what drives her and Bodhi together. Her need to “feed” and his desire to help her. And, well, he’s a guy and she’s beautiful so that helps 😉

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I didn’t follow so closely to the stories of myth when it came to incubi. The whole gender switching thing doesn’t work for me and there’s some gross stuff having to do with semen. I don’t want to give too much away so that’s all I’ll say on that subject. Just that there are incubi in the book and they have a major part in the story. A sexy part 😉

Slaves of Destiny release on Friday, December 20th. There’s a release party on Facebook here. I’m giving away a $25 amazon gift card so come by and leave a comment!

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Slaves of Destiny Sneak Peek

You may have heard, Shadows of Destiny book 6 (a novella), is releasing December 20th!!! I’m excited for this surprise story. It’s short but sweet and sexy. I hope you like it too. Here’s a first look at the book. The very first chapter (unedited so don’t yell at me for typos). Enjoy!

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There was nothing like disappearing into the wild to clear the mind.

Dozens of hikers lost their way in the Gila Wilderness every year, never to be heard from again. Now Bodhi understood why.

He paused to wipe the sweat from his brow then kept trudging. It felt like he was walking on hot coals. He couldn’t wait to reach the river, take his boots off, and plunge his feet into the coolness. His shirt clung to his skin uncomfortably. Maybe he’d jump in, clothes and all. He’d been daydreaming about it for the last hour, at least. It was easily ninety degrees in this hellhole.

He had no right to complain. This had been his idea. The solo backpacking trip, the location, the time of year. One of his only breaks from work was in the dead of summer, which made for a terrible time to hike across the small mountains of New Mexico.

The terrain didn’t look how he’d pictured it. New Mexico brought to mind sand, desert, small shrubs, and rattlesnakes. There were snakes alright, but what he hadn’t expected was evergreens, mountain peaks poking up in the distance, even a marsh he’d trekked through the day before. Versatile and interesting, but also dangerous. If he hadn’t much experience, he might have been one of the many that disappeared for good.

Through the thin tree line, a murky river appeared. He willed his feet to move faster but only ended up stumbling. At the edge, he dropped his pack then plopped down onto the rocky ground. He pulled off each hiking boot, hissing when it scraped against his raw blisters. With a deep inhale, he walked through a meditation to center himself.

Eyes closed, he pictured himself as a rock. The water was his pain and it flowed toward him. The sound of the small river helped the vision. In his mind, the water came to him but instead of rushing over him, it made a circle around him. On either side of the rock, it rushed past, never touching him. It was a meditation he’d done hundreds of times. It came so easily that in the next breath he exhaled, the raw pain of his feet diminished to just a dull ache.

He opened his eyes. The river was smaller than he’d thought – only a few yards wide. It was more of a stream though the guide book called it a river. The dry spell was especially bad this year it seemed. He rose from the ground, breathing through stone digging into his aching soles then walked to the water.

When the coolness washed over his feet, he exhaled a moan. The chill of the stream snaked up from his toes and worked its way

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through his body, leaving him covered in goose bumps. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it onto the shore. A warm breeze came by and tickled his sweaty skin. Using his hands like a cup, he scooped the water and trickled it onto his chest and arms, trying to keep his pants from getting too wet. Hiking in wet clothes was just asking for an infection from chaffing.

He’d picked the Gila Wilderness on purpose. Getting lost outdoors hadn’t sounded so bad months ago, in the middle of second term, performing monotonous lectures to sleeping students at the University. He’d always enjoyed solo journeys through secluded areas, but this time he’d craved a challenge.

That’d been his thought then. Now he felt like this particular challenge might kill him. He wanted to lose himself in the peacefulness of nature – not die in a pool of his own sweat.

When he felt less like a roasted pig, and more like a human being, he stepped out of the water and searched for a comfortable spot to sit and meditate.

His Indian father was a practicing Buddhist and Bodhi had grown up watching him meditate for hours at a time. He settled down on the grass and slowly, one body part at the time, breathed out his tension.

In his mind, he was as big as the sea and as small as a bug. He was the wind blowing freely but nothing at the same time. His heart beat slowed and his body fell into a state of stasis.

Quiet. Serene. Barely alive.

A soft splashing sound drew him out of the haze. Slowly, he became aware of himself. His breath, his arms and hands, then to his feet and toes. Finally, he cracked open his eyes. The remnants of day cast an orange glow over a set of trees to the west. He needed to eat and make camp.

A feminine voice pulled his focus to the river. Humming? He scanned the area, looking for the owner of the sweet singing. Who on earth was out here in this miserable place?

He caught movement upstream. A naked figure bathing in the water. Long blonde, almost white hair fell down her back, reaching the apex of her backside. What the hell was a woman doing out here, naked and alone?

He scanned the area near where she bathed but it was perfectly still. Too still. A sense of serenity settled over him. He half expected a deer to trot to the water and bring her a robe, like some kind of Disney movie.

As quietly as he could, he stood and crept closer to the girl. Gravel crunched under his feet and she spun around and gasped. Their gazes locked. Her lips parted and she froze with her arms covering her breasts.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said, hoping she spoke English. “I’m just a hiker, traveling through.” Where did she live? There hadn’t been signs of civilization in days.

Her eyes darted back and forth, as if she were looking for an escape route. Too enthralled to lose her now, he put his hands out in a peaceful gesture.

“Please don’t run. I won’t hurt you.” He crept closer. “Are you hungry? I’m going to make camp. I have extra food.”

Her shoulders relaxed and she dropped her arms at her sides, baring her breasts. Though he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t look away from the pale mounds and rosy nipples. Her small waist flared to wide hips then lower, a small patch of blonde hair showed between her thighs. Well, she wasn’t starving, that was for sure. Fuck, she was sexy.

Only a few feet from the river bank where she stood, he stopped and forced his gaze to her face then smiled at her. “Hi. I’m Bodhi.”

She blinked her luminous eyes and something clicked. A fierce sense of protectiveness swept over him. Like one end of a magnet, he felt drawn to her, to save her or to fuck her, he didn’t know. Either way, he was hooked.

‘Tis the Season

‘Tis the season for ignoring my blog, apparently. Between Ever After releasing, working hard to finish Slaves of Destiny before Christmas, the holiday weekend, and oh yeah, CHRISTMAS, it’s been a little hectic.

So what’s coming next…

Well, Slaves of Destiny is a sexy little novella I’m trying to publish by Christmas. It features all new characters — my

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first nymph! The hero is a philosophy professor and the heroine is a nymph with a high sex drive so I keep joking with my writer friends that this book is pretty much just sex and deep thoughts. Lol. But I think you’ll like it.

Next up is the prequel to a new erotic Urban Fantasy series I’m starting. The prequel novella is going in a captive themed anthology with some really awesome erotic authors. This will hopefully be releasing sometime in March. The only thing I can tell you about the series is it’s a kind of post-apocalyptic theme and features a gargoyle. Intrigued? I hope so! Lol.

At the same time, I’m working on a contemporary New Adult full-length novel that I’m super excited about. It’s a funny, quirky book about catfishing. And no, it’s not how you think. You’ll just have to wait and see!

And of course, more Shadows of Destiny will be coming as well. Lots of people have asked about Nikki and Aedan, and also Gethin, and yes, they’ll all be getting their stories.

As you can see, lots of projects to keep me busy. AND getting through the holidays!

‘Tis the season for business and stress!

Book Cover Woes

Have I mentioned that I have a love/hate relationship with book covers? Initially, I get excited. The artist in me jumps up and down, clapping. Time to play on photoshop! Filters and colors and fonts, oh my!

But, inevitably, the program doesn’t cooperate. Or the fonts don’t work. Or the co-writers are being difficult — No, wait. That’s something else.

So I start off thinking, this will be a fun distraction from writing. Or at least, this will be a distraction from writing. But it always turns into, this is a frustration distraction from writing. Also known as grrrrrrrarrrrgggggg!!!!! (throws computer out the window). Not that I exaggerate or anything.

Anyway, I have a point. It’s somewhere around here. Hang on.

Ah! There it is. A new cover!!!

This is a top secret project I’m working on with some author authors (who shall remain nameless, until you see their names on the cover), so no blabbing about it. And no, I can’t give you a blurb or tell you what it’s about. Soon, but not yet. But here’s the cover. Take from it what you will.

Ta-da!

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Ever After

 

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How cute is the title of my new book release? I teamed up with bestselling authors Carrie Ann Ryan, Marie Harte, Rebecca Royce, and Lia Davis to create a paranormal anthology of 5 brand new novellas all to do with shifters. The book is available NOW and the links to buy are below. First, I’ll entertain you with the blurb and some of my favorite quotes! Hopefully that will tempt you to buy this fun book!

From five bestselling authors comes five brand new novellas sure to heat up the night.

From Carrie Ann Ryan’s Dante’s Circle series, a demon from the fiery depths of hell must make his choice to follow in the footsteps of his father or love the submissive wolf who lays claim to his heart in His Choice.

From Marie Harte’s Beasts of Burden, Eira, a fierce valkyrie, has spent fifty years trying to get a rise out of her goddess’s guardians. But when the battle-cat shifters give her what she wants, can she handle the heat–and the danger–that comes from loving them?

From Rebecca Royce’s brand new series, the Alphas of each werewolf Pack are on the brink of war. Travis Michaels will use all in his power to keep innocent Lilliana out of danger and into his arms…away from rival Alpha Cyrus Fennell.

From Lia Davis’s Ashwood Falls series, buried pain, old lies, and dangerous secrets aren’t enough to keep the sparks from flying as Sarah Mathews and rebel leader, Damian Palmer, try to survive a new threat against their race.

From Leia Shaw’s Shadows of Destiny series, a war is brewing in the supernatural world. Rebel shifter Dalton’s only passion is protecting the colony, and flirtatious misfit, Eden, is a distraction he can’t afford. But as danger approaches, he learns that underestimating the sexy little wolf is a big mistake.

Favorite quotes from my novella, Destined for Eden:

When he pulled away, he gazed down at her fiercely, looking like he might throw her over his shoulder and carry her off to his man cave.

Instead he stepped back and pointed toward the cabin. “Go. Before I lose control and fuck you right here.”

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When their gazes met, she smiled. Smiled as if he’d made her day just by being there. Adoring, admiring – it made him feel warm inside, and important. Had anyone ever been really happy just to see him?

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“Yeah I know you’re tough, little wolf. But we just rolled around in a patch of dirt and grass. Did you get scraped by any pointy rocks or anything?”

“Oh there was something pointy alright.”

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She drank him in – his scent wild, making her feel wild too. He smelled like man and comfort and Dalton. She wanted to roll in it. Mark herself.

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But he’d seen Eden spar in classes he’d instructed. Though he wouldn’t call it sparring – more like repetitive dodging. What skill did she offer on this mission? Only her scent? If so, they were fucked.

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10 Reasons You Should Buy My Book

I’m so excited to announce the release of DESTINY FORGIVEN — book 5 of the Shadows of Destiny series!!!

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Make sure you stop on by my Halloween Book Bash today to win some cool prizes. The link to join is here.

Right now, I’m doing some shameless promotion so if you’re not sure whether you want to buy my book or not, read on. Hopefully by the end of the list, you’ll be ready to click on the buy links below 🙂

10.  It’s sexy.Maddox2

. With a firm hand, he gripped the back of her neck again. “Mine.”

Her eyelids fell half-closed and she melted against him. So she liked it rough? She liked being his?

“Understand, Felicity? Mine.”

Breathing heavily, she looked into his eyes, distant but aware, all trust and love. “Yes. I’m yours.”

9. There’s a cute shifter kid sidekick.

“You stay with me. You old but bad guys take you too.” He pointed to Maddox’s gun. “Use that. Kill bad guys.”

Maddox glared at the child. Old? He didn’t often spend time with young children. Now he knew why.

8. It’s suspenseful.

A Bolt shot from his hand. Maddox flinched, ready to defend himself. But instead of hitting him, it went straight up in the air. A branch cracked and a frightened snarl echoed in his ears.

Protect.

He let instinct take over and unleashed the storm inside him.

7. It’s romantic.

“I wish I was better man.” He smoothed a hand down her hair. “I’d let you go. I’d let you be happy with someone who deserved you.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“I’m fucked up, Cee. I don’t know if I’ll ever be normal.”

Shaking her head, she grabbed his arm and dug her fingers in as if she were about to fight him to stay. “I don’t want normal. I want you.”

6. It’s got a powerful message about forgiveness.

“You know, forgiveness has nothing to do with the past. It doesn’t change it. But it does change the future.” She sighed softly against him, her breath making goose bumps rise on his skin. “Forgiving your father will help you let go. But forgiving yourself is the only way you’ll truly be free.”

5. The heroine knows a thing or two about love.

“Nobody really chooses love.” She leaned up on her elbows. “It just happens. It starts with a warm feeling in your chest. And every time that person makes you laugh or…or understands a deep part of you no one else does, that warm feeling grows. You tell yourself it’s just ‘like.’ You like this person ‘cause they get you. Then one day you realize you’re so deeply ‘in like’ that you’d do almost anything for them.”

Maddox34. It features a tortured hero. Literally.

The room went black. That ringing in his ears started again. A vision formed. The whip. Blood pooling on a concrete floor. A body arching and pulling on bindings, desperate to get free. Then he was in the body, staring at the ceiling. Waiting for death. Praying for it. Hope fell away and a deep despair trickled through him, taking over his soul. Sorrow turned to nothingness. Empty. A hollow shell. Something inside him died.

3. It’s sometimes funny.

If he never donned that solder’s uniform again, she’d die a happy woman.

“I know this must bring back awful memories,” he said, looking down at her regretfully.

“I’ll get over it. I doubt we’ll use it for role play in the bedroom though.”

2. Gethin is back!

“For passage into the Underworld,” he said, “I want a favor.”

“What favor?” Maddox asked. His face might as well have been carved in stone as he glared at the dragon.

Gethin shrugged. “A favor to be determined at the time of collection.”

“No.”

The dragon’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “No?” Clearly he wasn’t accustomed to the word.

Maddox shook his head. “Fuck off. I’m not promising an unnamed favor.”

1. Did I mention it’s sexy?

She gasped for breath, her senses overwhelmed. Taking a chance, she opened one eye. Fuck – the ice cube was in his mouth.

Cold lips on her chafed nipple made her writhe. “Oh, gods! No! Please don’t.”

He sucked her nipple into his frigid mouth and she cried out.

Kissing and nipping his way down her belly, he moved until he was between her legs again. He bit the inside of her thigh hard and she screamed. Her hips tilted toward his mouth. She couldn’t help herself. She needed his tongue…there.

 

Hopefully that was interesting enough to entice you to buy the book! If so, here are the links…

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Four More Days and First Chapter Posted!

Just 4 days until Destiny Forgiven releases!!!

To tempt you to buy the book when it releases on HALLOWEEN, I’ve posted the whole first chapter. Yes, that’s right. ALL of it!

Remember to join the PARTY hosted by me and other authors, celebrating all things Halloween with prizes, games, photos, and PRIZES, and more prizes. All of this takes place on Halloween. ALL DAY LONG.

 

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Northern Wales – 2010

 

They say the screams could be heard a mile away from the ominous fortress. His mind was strong. It took longer than anticipated to break it. But Marwolaeth Du was known for far worse than breaking the will of strong men.

After many long months, the man who woke children at night with his terrified screams came out of Marwolaeth Du a changed man. A man with a soul as stained as the fresh ink on his skin.

 

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I wish love and duty were one and the same. I’ve never been good at making decisions.

Maddox to Felicity in a letter, January 2003

 

Felicity brought her knees to her chest and hugged them, fighting the cold in the drafty cell. She winced in pain when she clasped her hands together. Her captor had almost broken her wrist. Her nose felt enormous and she’d bet her eyes were black and blue. They’d banged her up pretty good.

She was no stranger to pain. It was an occupational hazard of being a rebel. The rebel. Oh, they’d have fun getting information from her. The Sorcery Council was known for being harsh when it came to flushing out the rebellion.

A shudder rocked her. The cold floor was seeping through her worn-out jeans and making her ass numb. Her eyes had finally adjusted to the constant dark. Trying to read the messages etched into the wall broke up the boredom at least, even if it did add to her terror. But she would not break down and cry. If this was her fate, so be it. She’d die for something she believed in. There was no shame in that.

Her stomach growled, reminding her she’d been there long enough to have missed several meals. She shifted her stiff body on the hard floor and groaned. Being a martyr sounded so much better on paper. Maybe her courage did outweigh her sense, like Dalton always said.

Dalton. The reminder sent a twinge of pain through her chest. She hoped he was okay. How many of her friends had been caught when the mission had failed? Were they there in the same prison, only a few yards away? The walls were so thick she couldn’t hear anything outside the cell. She’d give the Council anything if they left her friends alone.

There she was, being all brave again. Sometimes her heart steered her places her brain knew she shouldn’t go. Like into the recruitment camp that night. And now she was going to pay.

The steel door opened and a guard entered, pointing a gun at her chest. “Get up. You’re going to see the Inkman.”

Inkman? Well that didn’t sound so bad. What was he going to do? Scribble some notes about her?

The gun was effective at getting her moving. Shapeshifters, unlike werewolves, were one of the mortal supernatural races, which meant she could be killed like a mortal – gunshot wound, sword through the heart, bludgeoning in the head, all that gory stuff. If only she could shift, she could’ve gotten the hell out of there a long time ago.

She scratched at the metal band around her upper arm. It still ached where the hundreds of needles stuck into her skin – a magic device to keep her from shifting. Without her magic, she felt so empty.

The guard led her down the dimly lit hallway. Overhead lights swung on wires from the ceiling, reminding her of a basement in a horror movie. The kind where sickos hacked their victims to pieces and kept them in jars in the refrigerator. Another shudder crept through her.

He opened the door to a room containing only a table and chair. What appeared to be a one-way mirror ran the length of the wall. Was that where Inkman was taking notes?

“Sit down.” The guard gestured to the chair. “Inkman will be here soon.” He grinned down at her when she sat. “And I suggest you behave. He’s not someone you want to mess with, shifter.” He spat the last word as if it tasted dirty in his mouth.

Under the fluorescent lights, she got a good look at the guard. She was surprised to find him attractive. Someone she might have even considered going on a date with. Well, if he wasn’t keeping her starved and dehydrated and quite possibly about to torture her.

Without another word, he turned around and walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. She stared at it, wondering if she should even bother to check if it was locked.

She didn’t. Instead, she sat in the chair like a good prisoner, awaiting what fate had in store for her. At least it was nice to be outside of that dark, cold cell. She turned to glance at the mirror then did a double take. She barely recognized herself. Raccoon eyes, dried blood under her nose, a fat lip. Was it really going to end like this? Her throat closed up.

Do not cry, Felicity.

She blinked once and the urge was gone. With trembling hands, she tried to tame the strands of black hair sticking up on the top of her head.

Trying to impress someone?, her subconscious sneered.

She placed her hands in her lap. A girl should look decent for her torture, shouldn’t she?

She sighed and shook her head. She was losing her mind already. They’d break her like a twig.

The door creaked open. A man stepped into the room.

The first thing she noticed was his bald head. Under his crisp green uniform, muscles bulged. And covering his scalp, neck, and bare arms were dozens of tattoos.

Inkman. Now she got it.

His lips were pursed in a flat line. The tendons in his neck were tight strings. His hands clenched into fists at his side. The man was a wound-up ball of angry muscle.

She gulped, then finally looked into his eyes, afraid of what she’d find there.

Big and round, deep brown with a spattering of yellow.

Wait a minute. She squinted and looked again. She’d know those eyes anywhere. Hope started in her chest then flooded her with warmth, making her grin. Her mind took her back to the last time she’d seen those comforting eyes.

“Let’s run away together,” Maddox said, jumping from rock to rock across the creek.

Felicity sighed and sat down on the bank, dipping her bare feet into the cool water. Her heart ached for her best friend. His life was coming to an end at age twenty. “And where would we go?”

“To the coast. A small fishing village.” He jumped to the opposite bank then turned around to do it again.

“Do you even know how to fish?”

His face fell. “Well, no. But I could learn.”

“And what would I do while you went fishing every day?” She smiled, indulging his fantasy this one time.

“Um.” He thought for a moment then grinned. “You would sing.”

“Sing?”

“You have an awesome voice.” He took a final leap then landed in front of her. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her to her feet. They walked, hand in hand, through the green meadow. The same meadow they’d spend years playing hide-and-seek in as children. “You could sing and we’d go swimming in the ocean every weekend.”

She gave him a sideways glance. “Who am I, the Little Mermaid?”

He laughed, then broke into a song from the movie.

“I’m serious, Maddox!” She bit her lip to hold back a smile. “Life can’t always be fun and games.”

“Who says?”

“The world. The gods.” She sighed in exasperation. “Everyone!” When he continued to sing Disney songs, she added, “Your father.”

He froze and she almost regretted it. His expression sobered.

Then she did feel guilty. She placed her hands on his forearms and looked him in the eye. “I’ll miss you, Maddi.” Grief lodged in her throat. “I’ll miss you more than anything.” She barely choked out the words.

He frowned down at her, his eyes full of sadness. Hesitantly, he touched her cheek. “Don’t say that. It’s not forever.”

A pair of heavy hands slammed onto the table, startling her out of the memory. She looked up into those familiar eyes. Her Maddox was here.

“Maddox.” She jumped up and reached for him.

“Sit down, shifter!” His booming voice echoed off the empty walls and made her flinch.

Eyes wide, she stumbled back, then fell into the chair.

She peered up at him, a cold sense of dread sliding through her. Those eyes…the ones that had always represented warmth and fun, hardened and narrowed into cruel slits. This was not the Maddox she knew and loved – the lighthearted, mischievous boy she’d spent summers chasing and laughing with.

No, this was a very different Maddox. One that made her chest ache and her knees tremble with fear.

Gods help me.

What the hell happened to him? Maddox had turned into her worst enemy.

 

 

 

 

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14 DAYS!!!

Only 14 days until Destiny Forgiven releases!!!

Today, I have a bit of a longer excerpt from the book to tease you with. Just so you have a little bit of an idea about what’s going on, here’s the blurb.

When shifter rebel, Felicity, is thrown into the sorcerer’s prison, she meets the legendary torturerer known as Inkman. The menacing guard with the gruesome tattoos is almost unrecognizable, but she could never forget her childhood sweetheart, Maddox Blackwell.

But he has no memory of her. Brainwashed and broken, his human emotions have been destroyed, leaving him bereft, without an identity. Now only darkness remains. As she fights to make him remember their past, forgotten feelings reignite. Love was once a breath away. Can she save him before he must take that final step and execute her?

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The momentary confusion disappeared, with it that pesky hope, and his lips twisted in anger.  “You lied to me. The whole paper was filled with lies.”

She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, Maddox, but did you really expect me to give up so soon? You know me better than that.”

When his face twisted in tortured rage, she knew she’d made a mistake. He reached for her throat before she could dodge him. A second later, she was flattened on the bed.

“I don’t know you,” he said slowly, his face reddening with each word. Was he trying to convince her, or himself?

She didn’t fight to get free. Though he pinned her by the throat, his hand was gentle. His face said hatred, violence, but he didn’t hurt her.

Bravery rose to the surface, and compassion for his suffering. She stared into his eyes, willing him to remember.

Please, gods, make him remember!

She shifted her gaze to his forehead, now bright red with veins throbbing, she thought back to when his eyes wrinkled with laugh lines. His eyes, now black and murky, used to twinkle when he was up to mischief.

“You know me,” she whispered.

His nostrils flared as he inhaled a deep breath. Eyes fluttered closed and he leaned in. Warm breath against her ear, his cheek grazed hers. A tingle ran from that single spot of affectionate touch all the way down to her toes. She exhaled loudly. How she missed this. Soft touches, poetic words…love. Maddox had been love in its purest form.

A soft growl jerked her from her thoughts. Though he held most of his weight on the one arm resting on the mattress next to her head, his body still crushed her.

“You make me crazy,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

Black eyes stared down at her again, this time filled with torment. He adjusted his grip on her neck – moved his hand lower and rested it on her clavicle.

“You used to say that when I wore sundresses in the summer.”

His brows drew together but he didn’t speak. She took that as permission to continue.

“You called them flowy skirts. When I wore them, you’d rub your eyes and say, in a pained voice, ‘Gods, Cee, you make me crazy!’” She exhaled a chuckle. “It was adorable so of course I wore them as often as I could.”

The side of his lip curved in an awkward attempt at a smile. “You had the legs for them.”

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