Blood Born

So, it’s Wednesday, and I’m in the writing cave today.  I have a new WIP I’m dealing with at present.  One of those fly by the seat of your pants kind of stories.  A new adult romance spinoff venture from Shadow Company.  Vampires, shifters, magic, and danger all congeal in this thriller about a small town girl falling for the bad boy bounty hunter.

Meagan Christiana turns twenty-one soon and among all the well-wishers are a few dangers she did not expect.  Since she is all grown up and ready to start her own life, Meagan figures she can handle what comes next.

 Dorran O’Hare, an Irish born ex-SEAL is on the hunt.   He has to save Cheniere Station from the Sultan’s diabolical schemes.  Having tracked the evil one across the Veil to the sleepy little town in Louisiana, he fears for the woman the Sultan seeks.  Her gifts are still a mystery to her, and he is the one chosen to show her the way.

Here’s a sample of what’s in the works.

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Dorran’s breath on her neck had Meagan jumping back.  “What the hell?”  One look into his eyes and she could see he had been in her thoughts.  How else did he know she wanted him to kiss her?  A burning pressure radiated along nerve endings in her arms as he pulled her to her toes with those rough hands of his.  Leather met cotton in that second.

He breathed her in and narrowed his examination of her face.  “You smell like a woman, Stretch.  All simmer and sauce.”

She blinked.  What did he call her?  It took her mind a full four seconds for the comment’s meaning to register.  Was she a dish now?  Meagan wondered what came next.

I want to kiss you.  This is the only warning you’ll get.  Better let me know whether you can handle it.  Okay?”  His wicked grin was back.

Give me your best shot, ace.”   Her chin firmed under his keen eye.  “I may be just a woman, but I’m no kitten.”

The low growl sounded in his throat as he leaned into the kiss.  With a slant of teeth and tongue, he explored the corners of her mouth without hesitation.  When he eased back, his eyes stayed on hers.  “Just so you know, I’m a take charge kinda guy.”

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Hope you liked the snippet.  These two still have a long way to go.  As the story unfolds, I’ll share more.  Now, let’s see who read to this point.  Drop me a line with your email address and let me know what you think.  I’m keeping a tally and giving away copies once the book is released.

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Blood & Magic, Book 3 of Shadow Company – A Vampire’s HEA

Can a vampire have an HEA, a happy-ever-after in his life?  Well, the answer is complicated.  Certain factors have to be in place, the planets have to aline just so, and the world must tilt on its axis.  Yes, the fact a vampire has to rely on the fates for his romantic future is a puzzle.  Many have tried to work out the ending, many have failed.  Such a proclamation is not without its flaws or so the nay-sayers preach.

J.T. Leighton was a good soldier.  He was a good Navy SEAL.  He ran into a situation which altered his nature for all eternity.  He’s come to grips with the idea, or so he thinks.  Then, someone from his past shows up out of the blue.  She’s a long drink of water with a talent for dance.  No one had come close to stirring J.T. to wish for something more than a one-night-stand until Jessie Coulter came into his life.  They’d share passion and a tender connection.  Then she disappeared, literally in front of J.T.’s eyes.

Now, his days are filled with loneliness and his nights with murder at his own hands.  J.T.’s a vampire killer with a hard-on for bad guys.  Don’t blink or you might miss the rest of the tale.  Blood & Magic releases on Valentine’s Day.

Oh, if you don’t mind, wish J.T. a Happy Valentine’s Day.  It may be the only one he gets.  Pre-order your copy today.

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Excerpt from Blood & Magic, Book 3 of Shadow Company

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She danced across the stage in a flutter of white netting over spandex.  Her hair, pulled back in a severe bun held the blues of an inky night.  Long and slender, she flowed with the music, each movement beginning and ending in the next.  A leap into the air reminded J.T. of a gazelle.  If only he could capture the moment, holding her so forever.  In the dream, J.T. saw Jessie as she’d been almost two years before.  She had been a beauty of exceptional poise and statue.  The grace of her movements were compliments of her tall, lean curves.  A ballerina – his ballerina.

J.T. sat up in the bed.  Nerves rippled along his arms.  Glancing at the clock, he snarled at the readout – three in the afternoon.  Damn!  Rubbing the tension in his neck, he flung his legs over the side of the bed.  Too early to go out.  He padded downstairs for a drink.

Trapped!  He was a fucking prisoner in his own house when the past came calling.  Snarling at the fact, he switched gears, shoving at the memories from years before.  Her laughter caught him off guard.  Glancing around just in case, he stilled.  Her image flitted through his mind.  J.T.’s maker, the damn Sultan, was up to his old tricks.  J.T. would wager money on that idea.  With the bag of chips under his arm, he headed back.  Thank the gods he was allowed some small favors such as something other than pig’s blood to enjoy.  With the glass of warmed blood in his hand, he wandered back up the stairs.  He wanted to wallow in his memories of her, his Jessie.

No, he did not forget how he had come to meet her.  A suspect in a crime of murder.  No, he did not see her as a murderer or a psychopath.  His job as a private investigator meant he sought the truth.  In her case, the truth held his heart in the palm of her hand.  She convinced him of two things in their short time together.  Number one – that she was not the perpetrator.  Number two – that despite being a vampire, he would move heaven and hell to keep her safe.  The trouble with safe was he had no control over the realm in which the woman resided.  In fact, he had no control over any realm or any condition.  Only his existence in death.  Glancing down at the glass, he realized he had finished the blood.

“Have you seen anyone who looked suspicious hanging around today, Zodiac?”

The cat rolled from sitting on his hind legs to resting on his side, before leaning into J.T.’s side.  “Meow.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘no,’ Zodiac.”  Getting back up, he prowled the room.  Agitation, an old friend, appeared in not being unable to remain still for more than two minutes.  “Blast it all to hell and back,” he groaned.

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Flash Sale! Deliberate Intent is #FREE!

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Fabulous Friday (today, August 11th) and Sublime Saturday (August 12th) just got better.  You can purchase a copy of my latest paranormal romance, Deliberate Intent, book two of Shadow Company #FREE at Amazon for these two days!!

 

But wait.  There’s more.  How about a snippet?  You’ve got it!  Logan Latimar, a warlock, and ex Navy SEAL is confronted with what he hopes is a vision.  Reality has fingers as cold as ice though, and he needs solace.  Check out this steamy scene in the Louisiana heat.  Hugs and Happy Friday!

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Lingering at the door, Logan made a show of waving.  The cars drove away followed by the dust of a dirt drive.  Guests were fun but the day had been long.  “That went well.”  His estimation settled in the silence.  Turning, he searched the great room for Aubrie.  She’d been quiet most of the evening.  He missed her usual banter with Pilot, her shadow walker friend.  Katie, Aubrie’s best friend, and Gus, Logan’s brother probably hadn’t notice.  He did.  Had Aubrie, the seer already figured him out?  No, discovering his secret would cause an eruption.

Padding barefooted to the sofa, he dropped down on the cushions.  The day had been tediously long.  Words were stilted.  Conversation with Aubrie came at a price.  Glancing up, he noted the ceiling fan’s swift swirl.  Logan closed his eyes.  How had he gotten himself into this mess?  Even knowing the answer didn’t help.  A casual encounter with Connie, his ex at Joiner’s grocery had mushroomed into a full-blown situation.  Throwing an arm over his head, he propped his feet on the coffee table.  Aubrie would protest if she walked in about then.  She didn’t.  He could hear water running – in the shower.  Most times, he would slip out of his jeans to join her.  The notion of his hands on her silky skin appeared in his mind’s eye.  Those long legs wrapped around his hips.  Suds rolled down their bodies as he kissed her senseless over and over again.  Giggles and groans accompanied the hot, wet shower sex.  The image was one of his favorites.

The laughter switched.  No longer alluringly sweet, the sound rang raw as if on the verge of hysterical.  Logan opened his eyes.  Connie stood on the opposite side of the coffee table.  She cocked a hip while smirking at him.  Logan jumped.

“What’s the matter?  Not who you were expecting?”

His senses sharpened.  He went into military mode.  “What do you want?”  Nasty rimmed the question.

“That’s not very hospitable of you, Logan.”  Easy as you please, she strolled around the table before dropping down in front of him.  “Why don’t you let me work my magic on you, Latimar.”

Logan glared at the fingers slipping up his thigh.  Was she real?  With a free hand, he clamped down hard and unyielding.  “Don’t.”  Noting the chill in her skin, he shifted to stand.  “Get out.  Now!”

“All right.  But I’ll be back.  After all, I got more of a right to you than Aubrie does.”  With a jerk of her head in the bathroom’s direction, Connie stood, giving her long blonde tresses a good shake out.  Sauntering to the door, she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Have a nice night, Logan or should I call you daddy?”  With those words, she disappeared.

Logan released a sigh in a long, laborious effort to somehow cleanse his skin of her touch.  No good.  The incident wasn’t merely a dream.  He could smell her cheap scent. She had been in the room.  Flesh and blood, Connie had stood almost where he stood now.  “What the hell,” he growled in the silence.  “I’ve seen a ghost or an apparition, maybe a vision.  Something.”  Glancing down, he noted his hands shook.

“Who’re you talking to in here?”  Aubrie appeared in the door to the bedroom.  “I heard voices in here.  Did Katie forget something?”  Raking a fat comb through her chocolate lengths, she eyed him coolly.

Ice hardened along his spine.  “Nobody.  I was talking to myself.”  The habitual shove of hands in pockets followed by clearing his throat spoke volumes.  Logan would put money on it.  “Are you getting ready for bed?”

“Yeah, are you coming?”  Her questioning eyes tracked him as he gathered up his boots.

“No.  I’m not tired right now.  Hey, I think I’ll fly over to Gus’.  He said somebody’s been hanging around the garage after dark.  I want to scout out the area.  Sorta give him some help.  Won’t be long.  Go on to bed.  I’ll be back soon.  Okay?”  Reluctance appeared in her features.  He stepped to her.  “Look, I promise, I won’t be long.  Lock the doors.  I’ll use my key when I get back.”

“Sure.”

The one word grazed across the rawness of having lied to her.  You did not lie to your soulmate.  Stepping to Aubrie, Logan eased in for a kiss.  Soft and gentle, his lips skimmed over hers.  Without effort, his mind relaxed as her hands touched his shoulders.  She had a magnificent talent for making the outside world go away.  Reaching up, he cradled her face in his fingers.  Long, pleasurable moments passed as his mouth swept the corners of hers.  Nibbling her flesh, he bit the corner of her top lip before sucking.  She molded her body into his.  The easy way she gave into his attention stoked his ardor.  Small pulses of electricity ran the length of his body.  His shaft hardened as she stirred his blood with her hands.

“Logan?”

“Yeah, Sugar?”  His heart thrummed with a new and vital beat.

“Make love to me.”

In the light shining in from the bedroom window, her request hit him with the force of steel.  The words were ones he had heard before.  A flicker of memory brought back the night they’d made love under the stars.  This woman channeled his emotions like no other.  No magic compared to her touch.

With a groan, he walked her backward to the bed.  The urgency for her drove him to pull her nightshirt over her head.  “I need you, now,” he whispered.

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Excerpt and Reviews for Deliberate Intent

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Beyond the Veil, Book One of Shadow Company – Aubrie and Logan
I’m happy to share one more excerpt from Deliberate Intent.  In this excerpt, Logan wakes from a dream which cannot be.  His life as an ex-SEAL and warlock is hard enough without this being true.  See what I mean…

Thunder sounded right outside the window.  Logan woke with a jerk.  His skin ran wet with a dampness as thick as if he had run a marathon.  Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, he cursed.  “Three in the morning.”  Nothing good ever happened at three in the morning.  The truth of his opinion weighted his steps as he got up to pad to the window.  Rain hit the glass in a steady, unhurried stream.  A dull ache signaled the onset of a headache.  Another damned migraine.  Where had the dream steered into such an unholy place?

Logan turned to gaze at Aubrie.  The woman he loved lay asleep without concern or reason for fear.  Intent on keeping things just that way, he slipped out of the room.  The deck ran the length of Aubrie’s country home.  Leaning on the rail, he searched the shadows of the shallow valley below.  Unsure if he’d been more disturbed by the fact he’d had a dream about sex with someone other than the woman he was marrying or the notion he’d considered the act therapy, Logan stood wishing for a cigarette.  He had quit smoking after returning from the secular sandbox known as Afghanistan.  War held a man in its profane grip much longer than necessary or even considered normal.  So what did a man do when the dream world woke him at three in the morning with the worst wet dream imaginable, one headlining the ex-woman in his life?

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I returned from Texas and a birthday weekend with my grand daughter to find something special waiting for me.  Reviews are starting to come in, and I’m pleased to report, the book is well received.  This post includes those reviews and more. Deliberate Intent is featured at I Love Vampire Novels today.  A great site for all lovers of paranormal.Beach Travel Photo Collage

 

First, the Reviews
One reader had this to say on Amazon:
5.0 out of 5 stars FriendsSaving Friends
By Jane – Happy Camper  August 3, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
This story is intense.  It shows you how true friends are worth more than gold.
Logan and Aubrie are going to get married! Katie, her best friend, is helping out with the plans. But Logan can’t figure out what’s going on.He’s dreaming things that he never would, and the dreams seem to be real. This ex Navy Seal who is a Warlock has big trouble! And even Aubrie, the seer can’t see what’s going on. Is the Demon Back? Is it a Shadow Walker? Something is out to get him, and is doing it with Deliberate Intent! Duke, one of Logan’s former Navy Seal buddies and a true friend, is being bothered with dreams too. He comes to visit Logan to figure it out. Sparks fly between him and Katie, but they are more concerned with helping Aubrie and Logan. Beyond the Veil proved only a teaser into the world of shadow-walkers, demons, portals, veils, and the Netherworld with Seers and Warlocks and the ghost of Marie Laveau. This story takes you into a puzzle that needs to be solved. But will it? Will Duke and Katie help their best friends? OMG, you just have to read it!!
Another reader shared this review:
on August 3, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
I loved getting to know Duke and Katie and watching them fall in love. It was great to revisit and see what Logan and Aubrie have been up to also. This story picks up a few weeks after they have taken care of the demon Beyond The
Veil and gotten back to normal.
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Thanks for loving where paranormal and romance collide.  Until next time, thanks for dropping by.
Catherine
 

Deliberate Intent – Release Day!

The day has finally arrived.  Book two of Shadow Company is live at Amazon.  One of my beta readers commented, “The book is intense.”  I agree.  She also pointed out I left two story threads slightly unraveled.  Again, I agree.  I want readers to be intrigued enough to want more.  I hope you won’t be disappointed.  Instead, I hope you’ll look forward to book three for answers.

Katie and Duke are nothing alike.  He’s a grounded in reality ex-SEAL with no place to call home.  Katie is a small town girl born and raised.  She believes in medicine and natural medicine.  She believes in magic to some degree.  Yet, Duke and Katie can’t deny the attraction between them.Beach Travel Photo Collage

Tracking shadow walkers is dangerous work.  When magic’s involved, there’s always the threat of the unknown.  Katie discovers her friend, Logan has been charged with a crime.  Working to save the life of their friend leaves them with no place to go but each other for help.  Here’s an excerpt from Deliberate Intent, Book Two of Shadow Company.

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Katie stormed the stairs like an operative on a mission.

Duke answered the door on the third pound.

She charged past him as if he was invisible.  “Where is he?”

“Where’s who?”  Duke wondered absently if she looked as beautiful as he remembered or if the picture was simply the stingy light swinging precariously overhead.

Wheeling, she faced him with red-rimmed eyes.  “Don’t play games with me.”  Her eyes darted from the kitchen to the bed.  “Where’s your worthless friend, Logan?”

Her breath came quick and hard.  The skin along her collarbone flushed red with agitation.  “I don’t know.”  Duke shook his head.

“You’re lying.  All alike-men,” Katie muttered.  Turning, she started for the door.

“Wait a minute.  I’m not lying.  Logan was here earlier.  Have you tried Aubrie’s?”

Stopping, she turned.  Eyes narrowing, she glared at Duke.  He was glad there was the span of the room between them.  “You know what he did, don’t you?”  Taking a step, she glared at him.  Her eyes chilled with calculation.  “Yeah, you know what the worthless, two-timing bastard did.  There’s no need to protect him.  The cat’s out of the bag.”  Her voice cracked over the last word.  Glancing toward the swords and candles, stuffed in the room’s corner, she sighed.  “Those are his, aren’t they?”

Without giving him time to answer she threw up her hands.

“This is too much.  Really a pisser.”

His brow winged up!  The reaction dissipated fast as she examined him standing there in his boxers.  “Put on some clothes.  You’re gonna take me to him.”

“Sure.”  He’d follow her into hell, so the answer wasn’t hard to share.  “Except I don’t know where he is.”

“Liar.”

Temper simmered under the surface of her pristine skin.  Duke imagined reaching out to touch.  He wanted to trace the red flush of anger along her cheek.  “Easy.  I’ll get some clothes.  You want something to drink?  Water?”  A quick swipe toward the kitchen counter brought no response.  Time to grab his jeans.

“Hurry up.  I haven’t got all day.”  Pacing with the anger seething from her pores, Katie snarled at the candles in the duffle tossed into the corner of the tiny apartment.  “He wouldn’t go anywhere without those.”  Pointing to the warlock tools, she pivoted before returning to stand in his personal space.  Almost nose-to-nose with him now, Katie glared into his eyes as if trying to examine his soul for the truth.  “I want you to take me to him.”  Her finger appeared in his face.  “And don’t even think about any funny business, understood?”  Huffing out a breath, she shoved him in the chest.

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Catherine

“It takes a village to publish a book.”  Someone once told me, or so I believe.  I am an Indie Author and proud of the fact.  As such, I ask for assistance from friends and family.  Thank you to the wonderful people who gave selflessly for my story.  Without my beta readers and supporters, my books would not be possible.  My sister is my rock and support through the whole process.  Thanks to you all for everything!

 

Friday Teaser – Deliberate Intent – A snippet

Happy Friday, everyone.  This week, I’m sorting through the plot of Deliberate Intent and came across a secondary character scene that pretty much sums up the problem facing Shadow Company.  The backstory begins with dreams so real they can kill you.  Shadow walkers have upped the ante with their mind control.  Manipulation is the key to garnering power when the dreams evolve into reality.  So the new puppeteer, The Sultan, creates nightmares for our team members.  One such dream has Logan Latimar, the warlock from Beyond the Veil, so concerned, he asks his fiancee, Aubrie Sinclar, the seer from book one,  to visit the woman featured in his nightmare to see if she can figure out who’s behind the trouble.  Here’s the meeting between Aubrie and Connie Colter, Logan’s former lover.

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“I can’t come into the pharmacy to work today.  Got some things to do.”  Aubrie hurriedly texted the message to her best friend, Katie.  “Talk to you later.”

The dirt road rambled through the countryside outside of Cheniere Station like a lover eluding capture.  Not intending on going anywhere except back into her lover’s arms, the road ended abruptly when that lover reached for her.

Dust swirled despite the dew lingering in the canopy of trees bordering either side of the dusty road. The air hung heavy and sultry.   Aubrie got out of the car, eyeing the ramshackle house, the last façade of a fallen hero.  He was a farmer at heart.  The essence of Luke Colter, SEAL team six team member and friend of Logan’s, lingered in the telltale remnants of the barn and rusting equipment.

“Morning.”  Connie stood propped against the weather stressed paint of the tenement house.  The early morning mist settled over the fallow ground of her dead husband’s cotton fields.  Her hair was damp as if she’d just bathed.  Her cotton wrap covered her milky white skin to a point close to her upper thigh.  “I’m surprised to see you.”

“Sorry I dropped by so early.  I wondered if we could talk.”  Aubrie scrubbed her hands on the back pockets of her jeans.

“Sure.  Come on in.  I got coffee.”  Shoving off of the porch support, Connie sauntered back through the broken down screen door one hip at a time.

The dimly lit front room smelled of dust and garbage gone over.  Maybe the visit wouldn’t take too long.  Following Connie into the kitchen, she offered, “Coffee sounds good.”  Thinking of the several cups she’d already had, she shoved at the idea for more caffeine.  Still wondering if coming out was a good idea, she smiled.  “How are you, Connie?”

Standing at the counter of the vintage kitchen, Connie poured.  “Fine, you?”

The smell of caffeine and cream reminded Aubrie of the last time Connie had poured coffee for her.  She and Logan had visited Hightower’s diner.  Connie waited on them and served coffee.  Malice lay right below the surface on that occasion.  Remembering the hot Java burn on her hand from spilled coffee, Aubrie wondered if the same was true today.  “I’m fine.  Been busy.”

“Yeah, busy.”  Connie’s laugh was mirthless.  “The diner’s been keeping me occupied.  Seems the oil wells nearby have plenty of employees.  Cream?”

“Yes, please.”  She waited as Connie set the cup down on the table.  “Thanks.”

Dropping into the other chair, Connie smiled slyly, “Sit down.”  Tapping a polished fingernail on the Formica surface, she eyed Aubrie speculatively.  “What brings you all this way, Aubrie.”

There was no hiding the fact.  Aubrie’s visiting Logan’s former lover to ‘chat’ was highly suspect.  “Logan said you were dealing with some things.  Asked me to talk to you.  Since I’m a seer, he thought I might be able to help.”  The shrug wasn’t planned.  Wincing inside, Aubrie glanced about the drab kitchen with its faded paint.  Light spilled in the one tight window over the sink.  Somewhere in the shadows, a room fan hummed in the silence.

“He did, did he?”  Connie tapped a lacquered nail on the tabletop.  “Seems like our Logan is having a difficult time with me lately.”

Connie’s scrutiny made Aubrie uncomfortable.  Funny, but the woman seated across from her seemed to be reading Aubrie’s mind, instead of the other way around, she mused.  Aubrie shrugged again.  “You know how men are.  They get spooked when a woman says she’s got troubles.  Seems like feminine wiles aren’t their forte’.

Connie sniffed.  Giving her dishwater blonde hair a flip over her shoulder, she reached out, snatching up the pack of cigarettes on the tabletop.  Thumping the open pack against her index finger, she asked, “Want one?”

Waving away the offer, Aubrie answered.  “No, thanks.”

With a shrug, Connie pulled the cigarette out and lit the tip with a ‘Geaux Saints’ lighter.  The slow trail of the smoke slide toward the water stained ceiling.  “No wiles here.  Just facts.  If Logan can’t deal with that, then who needs him anyway.  Right?”

Connie was harboring some resentment.  That was apparent in her words.  Careful not to poke at the fire brewing, Aubrie sipped her coffee.  “I guess.  You want to tell me what’s going on?  Maybe I can help.”  Her fingers slid around the cup for safety.  No sense in reaching out and accidentally seeing what the woman wasn’t going to volunteer.  She’d have to go with what Connie offered.

“I told Logan something he wasn’t ready to believe.  If I hadn’t been present when it happened, I’m not sure I’d believe it either.  It seems I’m pregnant.  He’s the daddy.”

Aubrie’s hand tightened on the coffee cup.  Now, she desperately wanted to reach over and see the truth.  Air suddenly became a precious commodity.  “What makes you think he’s the father?”

Tamping out her cigarette in the ashtray, Connie paused.  Her mouth lay in a flat line as she gauged her response carefully.  Leaning in on one elbow, she eyed Aubrie smugly.  “Because he’s the only man I’ve been with in a long while.”

The coffee in the cup vibrated.  The tension rippled up Aubrie’s arm.  The need to defend Logan surfaced.  She swallowed the bile in reflex.  “You’re lying.  You can’t have him, so you don’t want anyone else to have him either.”  Her cool demeanor shattered as Aubrie stood.  Fight or flight teased her courage.  “This is your way of ruining our wedding, isn’t it?”  Taking a step backward, Aubrie wished to run as far and as fast as she could go.  “Your way of keeping him even if he doesn’t love you.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that last part if I were you.  That’s not what Logan told me while he was inside me.  You’d better check your facts.  Where’s he been going lately?  He hasn’t been working down at the garage as much, has he?  As for your wedding – people marry every day.  Doesn’t make it stick.”

Doesn’t make it stick.  The words rang in Aubrie’s head.  She wheeled.  The light went out for a second before she reached the front door.  Somehow she made it down the steps.  Where had the lead in her step come from?  Her breath came in short, hard pants.  The constriction in her chest was real.  Behind the wheel of the car, she cursed the anxiety attack for zapping her nerve, Aubrie turned the key in the ignition, spinning out as she left.

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Trouble’s brewing in Cheniere Station.  Deliberate Intent is nearing a close, which means a release date is coming up.  In the meantime, check out Beyond the Veil, Book One of Shadow Company for the start to the series.  SEALS and magic collide in this test of wills.

Thanks for dropping by.  I would love to hear your thoughts.

Catherine