A fae who doesn’t believe in love.
A mortal who has no time for it.
And a desire that defies everything they know.
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The latest stand-alone novel in Dani Harper’s Grim Series will delight old and new fans alike, transporting them to the ancient fae realm beneath the modern human world, where magic rules and menace abounds . . .
Heir to a noble fae house, Trahern is forced to watch helplessly as his twin brother is cruelly changed into a grim—a death dog—as punishment for falling in love with the wrong person. Trahern doesn’t believe love exists, but he will do anything to keep his brother alive—even join the Wild Hunt and ride the night skies of the human world.
Lissy Santiago-Callahan believes in love but has no time for it. She’s busy juggling her career as an academic and her home life as a single mom to a young son with Asperger’s. Her hectic life in sleepy Eastern Washington is made even more chaotic with the sudden arrival of a demanding fae and his unusual “dog.”
Mortal and immortal have nothing in common, and the attraction between Lissy and Trahern surprises them both. But when their desire places Lissy and her child in the path of a deadly faery feud, will the connection last, or will their separate worlds prove too great a divide?
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EXCERPT from STORM CROSSED:
“What are you doing here?” demanded a new
voice, a rich masculine voice, and every one of her friends fell silent.
Oh
great, we’ve attracted a park ranger, thought Lissy as she turned to face this new issue. How are we going to explain—
It was no ranger. The first thing her eyes
took in was a heavy black cloak, thrown back to reveal strange leather
clothing. Ornately tooled and trimmed with silver, it hugged a lean frame.
No, some instinct decided, not lean but lithe. Lithe like a big cat, all coiled
agility and snake-strike muscle in a deceptively relaxed package. She was
forced to tilt her head to see the strong jaw that underscored the man’s
angular face—and the scar that ran diagonally across his throat.
Still, he could have been called handsome
if it wasn’t for a strange otherness to his perfect features that was
impossible to describe. Human, yet decidedly not. And no human she knew boasted
hair like that. Pulled into a thick braid that fell halfway down his back, it
was white in the way that snow was white—not a single shade, but many.
She had to remind herself to breathe. This
was no lost cosplay enthusiast or a Lord of the Rings extra, but an actual
living, breathing member of the faery race. Somewhere in the back of her mind,
a faint thought protested that such a thing was completely impossible. It
wasn’t very convincing, however, not with a flesh and blood dog the size of a goddamn
Volkswagen already in front of her.
The man’s pale hair glowed in the fire’s
light. A fistful of loose strands fell across his face, and beneath them his
eyes were watchful, alert. A panther scanning for prey.
And he had found her.
The stranger’s unnerving gaze lingered for
only a moment before apparently dismissing her. “What are you doing here?” he
asked again, and Lissy realized he spoke to the enormous canine behind her.
“Wait a sec. This is your dog? Yours?” All
the shock and fear of the past few minutes transmuted into anger. She’d been
prepared to die defending her child, and this man, this being, was totally responsible!
It was as if a switch inside had been thrown. Normal-everyday-college-science-professor
Lissy was abruptly replaced with
I-will-savagely-tear-apart-ten-man-eating-lions-to-save-my-kid Lissy. She
stepped directly into his line of sight. “What the hell were you thinking,
letting this animal run around loose like that?” she demanded.
He merely looked around her, as if she was
a tree or a bush or a goddamn rock, and that just ramped up her fury. “You! I’m
talking to you!” Without thought but backed by a considerable amount of
adrenaline, she shoved him with all her strength. The element of surprise gave
her an extra advantage, and the tall man stumbled back a step.
Now she had his full attention.
Most nature documentaries she’d watched
advised against locking stares with wild animals, yet Lissy stood her ground
and met the stranger’s riveting gaze boldly—despite her resentment at having to
look up to do it. She all but bared her teeth as she stated her case: “You.
Endangered. My. Son.”
“There was no danger to your offspring. The
hound does not devour mortals.”
Was he mocking her with that imperious
tone? “Yeah, well us mortals had no way of knowing that your monster dog
doesn’t snack on humans. You have no right to frighten people like that!”
“I require no rights from you. I ride with
the Hunt.”
Her gaze flicked to a faint ripple of
movement at his side. The heavy cloak drew aside as if by its own volition, and
the fae’s hand casually rested on the handle of a large coil of plaited leather
at his hip. Ghostly tongues of bluish light flickered continuously over the
heavy whip, here then gone in an instant only to reappear in a different spot,
as if they were living things.
Lissy could hear some gasps from her
cluster of friends, and some hurried words between Morgan and Brooke. Though
she’d never encountered the Wild Hunt herself, she knew that had to be what the
stranger referred to. As a mere human, she should be utterly terrified.
Instead, she couldn’t care less if he was a
unicorn. “Well, I require a goddamn apology from you, Mister,” she heard
herself say, and folded her arms to wait.
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Legend, lore, love, and magic...
Other books in The Grim Series by Dani Harper
STORM WARRIOR, STORM BOUND, and STORM WARNED
Note: Every book in this series is designed to stand alone.
It's fun to read them in order, but you won't get lost if you don't!
See ALL my novels on my Amazon Author Page
or go to my website at https://daniharper.com/
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