I'm pleased to announce that now that the "Blaze of Glory" superhero romance series is ended that I've been busy working not only on a sequel to "Blood of the Pride" but also to MORE books in the series!
Let's start off with an excerpt to "Claws Bared", book 2 coming out January 21st from Carina Press…
I hadn't ordered any airline tickets.
I looked inside the open envelope with a mixture of surprise, dismay and confusion.
The bike courier let out a loud cough, covering his mouth with a gloved hand. I paused for a second, trying to figure out what he wanted. I'd already signed his clipboard and accepted delivery, expecting to find a court subpoena--I was used to having to testify on the stand both for and against my clients. Being a private investigator meant doing almost as much court time as investigating--the movies tend to leave that less glamorous part out.
Airline tickets weren't even on my radar.
He coughed again and wriggled his fingers. I caught on before he had to explain his chronic illness.
I dug in my pocket and found enough spare change to not embarrass myself. Handing it to the courier, I turned my attention back to the envelope.
The young man stuffed the coins into his pocket and threw me a jaunty salute before sprinting off through my small yard. He yanked his bike away from the rose bushes lining the front and jumped back out into traffic, the tires leaping in the air like some warped rearing horse.
I grimaced at the sound of screaming brakes coming from around the corner. Not hearing anyone calling for an ambulance, I closed the door and headed for my work desk. Running your business out of your home had certain advantages--like not having to worry about getting fully dressed for work. I wriggled my bare toes and sat down.
The drab brown envelope from a local travel agency held tickets from
"This is your doing, isn't it? Revenge because I wouldn't let you be a little piglet and get sick on that tuna."
Jazz turned her steady gaze on me for another few seconds before licking her paws.
I turned my attention to the envelope. Standard brown envelope with nothing inside other than the travel agency's business card. No mention of who had sent it or who had paid for it.
I had a pretty good idea.
I lifted the envelope to my nose and inhaled. Human scent, nothing out of the ordinary. Multiple humans including my stinky messenger and a woman who wore way too much perfume.
The phone rang.
I snatched up the receiver, blowing away a wayward tuft of white cat fur. Jazz gave a short trill of approval.
"Reb." I clenched my fist at the low voice purring my name. "Glad to see you're home."
"Hi, Jess. Yes, just in time to receive this envelope." I tapped the thick folder on the varnished desktop. "I assume you've got something to do with this."
"So why shouldn't I drop this into my shredder?" I snapped, harsher than I'd intended.
I was missing Bran something awful.
Jazz dropped from the desk and trotted out of the room, picking up on my mood.
"Reb, is that any way to talk to a Board member?" The snarl in her voice sent phantom pains over my back, where the scars were. I resisted the urge to sit up straight in my chair.
"Is that any way to talk to an outcast? I do you one favor and suddenly I'm on your mailing list? I'm not part of the Pride and I don't have to answer to you." I kept my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "You declared me outcast twenty years ago and threw me into foster care, banished me from the family. I haven't forgotten that."
Or forgiven. The scars throbbed, reminders of the thrashing I'd gotten at Jess's claws in a final test of my ability to Change.
I'd failed. Spectacularly.
I'm also happy to say that "Family Pride", the third in the series, will be available in June with a fourth book tentatively scheduled for September this year!
I hope you'll come along for more adventures with a shifter who can't shift and the man who loves her…