The end of 2016 marks my sixth year as a romance author. I love the journey and look forward to many more tales of suspense and mystery within the genre of fantasy. My latest book, Beyond the Veil, book 1 of the Shadow Company series, scheduled for release at the end of the year brings magic to life. I plan on sharing small snippets of the book with you, the readers in the coming weeks. To begin, here is the synopsis.
Beyond the Veil, book 1 of the Shadow Company series
Aubrie Nelson wanted peace. As a seer, she cherishes living alone with only her dogs and horse as companions on a quiet farm in the hills of northern Louisiana. The solitude allows her to harness her gift and banish the unwelcome voices in her head. Her world is turned upside down when she meets Logan Latimar, former Navy SEAL, and warlock.
Evil lurks in the fog. Logan has seen the demons in his tours as a Navy SEAL. Even his talents as a warlock can not rid his world of the danger, residing on the other side of the light.
Can his attraction to Aubrie be more than a mere fascination? Or, are they destined to face the shadow walkers from the netherworld? Together they embark on a spin chilling adventure as self-proclaimed saviors of the world.
“So that’s why you love it way out here.” Logan scanned the darkness, examining the silhouettes in the burgeoning moonlight. “I understand it now. This place is your haven, your sanctuary.” Turning, his eyes traced her features. “You’re an amazing woman, Aubrie.”
“Not really.” The laugh escaped unbidden. Now, she gripped the rail. Its strength she found necessary at the moment. “Some say I’m crazy.”
Silence filled the air.
Funny, she had expected him to disagree. She shot him a glance from beneath her lashes. He started to laugh. Starting as a bubble of amusement, Logan did not finish until he held his side. “A stitch, sorry.” Having trouble breathing, he clutched his middle.
She did not know whether to ignore the outburst or roll with the mood. “What’s so funny, exactly?”
“I’m sorry. Folks were calling you crazy. I find that ironic is all.” He smoothed a stray length of hair back from his forehead. “You see the way the Army smothers a mistake is to cast aspersions on those involved. If you find yourself under fire, cause a diversion. We were labeled crazy by the shrinks once we got stateside due to our dispute over the call to disengage that night. It’s so convenient for them to label you with PTSD and close the book on you. Honorable discharges dished out all around. Hoorah, team five.” He waved a long finger in a circle above her head. One pious general even mentioned how grateful we should be to have our pension intact. He said how we could have been court-martialed for insubordination under fire.”
“You think I’m running don’t you?” Aubrie watched him carefully.
“What?” He shook his dark head. “No! Why do you say that?”
Extending her arms, she encompassed the dark space before them. “You see a coward who had rather live alone than face the world. You think I believe you’re a coward.”
His eyes deepened to forest green. Sparks of amber sizzled around his pupils. “I don’t believe any such thing. Quit putting words in my mouth, woman. That’s not the way it is.” Shoving back, he turned his back to her. A moment passed. Slowly, he turned to face her. “I see what you’re up to. You’re goading me aren’t you. Trying to remind me, I’m not a victim here. Am I right?”
She glanced out at the new moon’s gleam over her tiny valley. “A man needs to remember why he’s fighting and for who.” She turned away, walking down the length of the deck. As she did, she glanced back. “Small minded people will always believe what they want. It helps them sleep at night, I suppose. You and I believe in truth and justice. I guess that makes us off kilter for some.”
“You had me going there for a minute. Of course, I don’t believe the talk or the diagnosis. We know what we were put here for, and that’s all that matters.” Logan narrowed the distance between them. Sweeping Aubrie up, he kissed her hard.
Beyond the Veil, a work of fiction and the copyrighted material of Catherine Wolffe, the author is not eligible for reprint or sharing except with the permission of Catherine Wolffe.