Well, folks, May 20 is just around the corner, and it occurred to me I've never done a little teaser for
Predator's Kiss! Shame on me!
Now, of course, hopefully you've all had a chance to see the stunning trailer created by my pal The Book Chick. And if not, please take a gander here, because she did an awesome job.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDfc69Qj4xU&fb_action_ids=331812960278250&fb_action_types=yt-fb-app%3Aupload&fb_source=aggregation&fb_aggregation_id=10151279917354306
However, it's also nice to be able to read and have a different kind of sneak peek. So, with that in mind, please read on and enjoy this passage from Predator's Kiss. Mark your calendars for May 20, when it'll be available at
www.lsbooks.com and all ebooksellers.
Let me know what you think!
Blurb:
Bear shifter Ryland Snow just wants peace. The peace and quiet afforded him at his woodsy retreat, the Ursa Fishing Lodge. As owner of the lodge, Ryland enjoys the tranquil life he’s created among his fellow shifters. He lives to maintain a safe haven for them, away from meddlesome human eyes.
When his rock star brother arrives, bringing trouble in the form of a possible hitman, Ryland is incensed. He’s been cleaning up Soren’s messes as long as he can remember, and is tired of his brother’s lecherous exploits.
Things go from bad to worse when Lia Goodblood stumbles upon Ryland and his lodge. Yes, the reclusive erotica author is easy on the eyes, but the human woman is more trouble than she’s worth. To say nothing of her bizarre fear of furry creatures.
Ryland determines to rid himself of her presence. But when he learns she’s on the run from a crazed fan, Ryland’s protective bear instincts flare. And the bear won’t be denied.
Excerpt:
Lia Goodblood was in pain. The worst
she’d ever felt in her thirty-one years.
Man, I need to get off my ass more and join a spin class.
A searing, white-hot torment stitched up
her side as she ran. She’d never moved her body so much in her entire life as
she did racing through these damned trees. Her breathing had become so shallow,
she almost felt blinded. Still, she knew she had to keep going or he’d find
her.
He may have already found her.
She had to get away. She had to escape.
There was no way she could live like this anymore. She couldn’t write, could
barely think with her “super fan” and the rest of the world breathing down her
neck. Clutching her backpack, she kept moving.
If only her escape route hadn’t led her
into the forest. God, she hated the outdoors with all its creepy-crawlies and
strange fuzzy things. With every step she took, she made sure not to brush up
against any sojourning squirrels. When a large bunny hopped in front of her,
she had to force the bile back down her throat. To anyone else, it might just
look like a fluffy rabbit, but to her, its proportions were grotesque,
unnatural.
She kept running so the thing wouldn’t
mistake her ankle for a carrot.
Lia could make out the light of a
clearing between the trees and forced her aching body toward it. Maybe there
was an abandoned house nearby, one she could crawl into and die.
She pushed through the bushes in front of
her and stopped in her tracks. She wasn’t alone after all.
There were two enormous bears ahead,
staring at her. A black one and, strangely enough, a polar bear. The big fellow
seemed a long way from home.
Oh, shit! This was so worse than what she
was running from.
As searing panic set in, her tongue dried
out and felt like a useless lump in the cavity of her mouth. Hateful chills
infested each limb, making every hair on her body stand out. She knew it was
ridiculous, this irrational fear of animals. However, ever since “the incident”
when she was a kid, Lia hadn’t been able to look at a mammal without prickly
fear taking hold.
And these weren’t your average fuzzy
woodland creatures. These were bears … like, the person-eating kind.
As Lia’s jaw fell open, she desperately
tried to recall everything her summer camp counselors ever told her about what
to do if you meet a bear in the forest. Was she supposed to lie down and play
dead? Was she supposed to make herself appear larger and howl at them? Or was
she just supposed to hightail her fat novelist ass out of there?
She couldn’t remember.
In the split second she stared at them,
they seemed to assess her in return. The black one actually looked guarded, his
dark eyes wide. And if she didn’t know any better, the polar bear seemed to be
grinning at her tits.
Clearly, she was losing it.
Her body took over, and without really
considering the consequences, Lia quickly picked up the nearest stick and threw
it at her hairy adversaries. It clunked the black one on its head, not hurting
him in any way. The bear gawked at her and expelled what appeared to be a huff
of surprise.
Oh, no! Don’t piss them off, you moron!
There was only one plan of action racing
through her frazzled brain now. Screaming seemed appropriate.
Shaking in terror, Lia dropped her
backpack, let her mouth fall wide open, and did her best to scream her head
off.
