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The Marked is coming. Levi has heard this a million times, but as Alpha, chooses to ignore it. Yet when he finds a Fae near death, she draws out his protective instincts. Shayla hopes the wolf pack will find her, as she wishes for a swift death. She aches to escape her marching orders…to kill the Kale Alpha. Evil casts a dark shadow over the magical world, and no one is safe. Only the Kale Alpha holds the key to reversing the past against a new dictatorship, but will he discover the power to do so in time? Shayla and Levi must fight demonic forces or lose everything…

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Excerpt:

Chapter One

Shayla knew she didn’t have long before discovery.

They’ll find me…they’ll kill me.

The ground trembled under her bare feet, right inside the Lycan border as another boom of thunder cracked the sky with a resounding blast. Cold rain pelted her face, slicing against her defeated body. Her dress hung in shreds, her skin nearly as mangled. Patches of her flesh lay open and exposed to the downpour, yet she felt numb, ignoring the sting. The rain had long since washed away the blood, but she knew she still hemorrhaged her life force.

Her eyes crossed in the darkness, and her fatigue sucked her close to unconsciousness. She shook her head, trying to stay awake. Shayla knew she was only seconds away from collapsing. She had to stay focused—she had to keep moving.

Fear drove her deeper into the forest…closer to another enemy. Either way, she knew she’d die tonight, but where would be her choice.

She winced and fought back more tears as another rock jabbed the soft sole of her foot. As Shayla righted herself, her left wing—her only remaining wing—snagged on a tree branch. She cried out, falling to her knees. Her hands dug into the rain-saturated earth, gripping slimy leaves and sticks. Gut-wrenching pain seized her, twisting her with nausea. Her sobs were drowned out by more thunder, but she didn’t care. She was ready to breathe her last.

She had to keep going.

Staggering to her feet, she swayed under the rain and her depleted strength. Shayla wouldn’t last much longer.

One step.

Two more.

Dropping to her knees, the ground took her weight. She couldn’t go any farther. Dizziness weighed her down. “Come kill me,” she whispered into the night.

Shayla knew they’d hear her.

She could feel them.

Three sets of yellow eyes glowed fiercely within the dense thickness of the forest. A strange sensation fell over her, not terror nor fear, but peacefulness. A beautiful calm. Two wolves eased out from behind the trees, their teeth bared, and the hum of their growls threatening and harsh. Taking a deep, satisfied breath, she knew death would accept all her pain, and silence would shroud her in the afterlife.

She’d no longer be a victim of circumstances she couldn’t control. She wouldn’t be a puppet for anyone to dominate. Not anymore.

As the wolves circled, her vision blurred. “Do it!” She seethed with her last bit of strength, collapsing to the ground. They snarled and snapped, their bodies so close she could feel their heat.

Shayla shook hard. Stinging stabs pricked her chilled flesh, as drowsiness took hold, pushing her closer to a cloudy stupor. She didn’t have long as her head hit the soggy, muddy ground.

She knew she’d found the Kale.

They would finish her off and she’d be free. As her eyes connected with the Alpha, a strange surge rendered her powerless…and darkness covered her.

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The stench of evil hung in the air.

Taking a deep breath, Levi found the foul odor offensive, making him angrier by the second. He could feel a corruptive sensation eating through his veins. It burned like a scorching sun, blistering and damning.

He shifted into his wolf form.

Immediately, energy surged through his body, feeding all his senses. He could hear beyond the raindrops and thunder. He could feel beyond the wind and the cold. There was a nasty foreboding that even the rain couldn’t wash away.

His pack’s resident Faery, Cassius, kept predicting a red moon, but how many times had he’d scoffed at her premonition? Over and over, she said, “The Marked is coming,” but he told her they were finished with the Fae, and to forget her previous life. However, she was a stubborn Fae, full of her religion and priestess ideals. She was the only exception of their past life he allowed to remain. She had helped them escape, and for that, the pack would be forever indebted to her.

One quick glance at the sky revealed the moon, dripping in red. He wouldn’t tell Cassius. Knowing her, she’d start spouting weird shit on prophesy and death.

The Kale no longer subscribed to the Fae guardianship. The pack was no longer theirs to command. Trevin saw to that years ago. The demon master took all the peace and serenity between the Kale and Fae. By the lycanthrope’s way, they were the caretakers of the wilderness, masters of the wild, and protectors of humanity. However, they were no longer subservient to any creature, magical or otherwise.

Beau and Kason—both excellent hunters and warriors—ran beside Levi toward the Fae-Lycan border. He knew they could feel the evil as he did, but neither questioned his need to patrol their borders. They knew something was coming and they were ready to combat whatever strange entity they encountered.

Levi ran hard and fast, pushing himself toward the unknown intruder. The damp forest ground was nothing as he flipped dirt clods up in his pursuit, leaping over fallen logs and rocks. He darted through the trees, his vision clear and knowing. The woods were his playground, his domain. Whatever invaded his territory, he’d drive out…or kill.

He could hear the breath of the intruder. Faint, but definitely there. The closer he drew to her… Her? Yes, she was definitely female. She smelled like lemons, yet he detected blood. The distinctive, metallic aroma was unmistakable. It wafted over the wet, chilly air, and Levi knew by the sweet sting of her essence and waning life force, she wasn’t human.

Fae.

His blood seethed with hatred for her fucking audacity to cross his boundary, but the feeling left him quickly. She was wounded. But Levi didn’t care. He didn’t have the time or the inclination to care. He was the Alpha with a pack to protect. All he could hope to offer was a swift death and to bury her deep. She couldn’t hope to expect anything more. His policy remained unswerving and firm: Death to all Fae.

The trees whizzed past as dark, ghostly sentinels, standing guard over his land. Everything about this place belonged to him. Each rock. Each stone. Even the water from the sky. He owned it. He commanded it. He wouldn’t bow to another Fae. Times had changed and Levi wasn’t the same in thoughts or beliefs.

He’d kill anyone or anything before he risked his pack. Simple.

The closer he drew to her, the more he could sense her depleted emotions and weakness. This kill would be easy.

She lay on the ground, a shredded heap of torn flesh. The rain made it easy to see her injuries. The Fae female was nothing but death waiting. One wing was torn off, and she was dirty and slimed from the earth she rested on. Her hair was tangled with forest debris. The faint thump of her heartbeat slowed even more, a sign she wasn’t long for this world.

Goddamn, she’s fucked up bad, Beau blasted through their pack mind link. I’ll kill her! The red mixed gray of his fur slithered by, a flash of haunting growls and snapping teeth.

Karson circled around the wounded Fae from the other side. Make it quick, brother. It’s shit-assed cold out here.

Beau glared at his pack mate. Pansy. You’re such a girl. Grow a pair, motherfucker. The gray wolf snarled, swiping a claw in his direction.

Enough! Levi pressed out to his pack, still holding his position without moving. Finish her.

The Fae lifted her head from the soggy earth. Her eyes were vivid green in the darkness, shocking and gut twisting. A strange power tunneled through Levi, seizing his heart and blood.

Their eyes connected.

Her voice projected more strength than her dying body. “Kill me!” she gritted out.

The impact of her tone immobilized him. With only two words, she banked a fire in the blackness of the Alpha’s soul. A searing kind of energy traveled his veins, causing him to whimper a threatening growl. Neither pack mate heard him, intent on carrying out his death order.

However, something changed in Levi, sucking his sanity with it.

Golden heat filled him and time suspended, pushing the Fae’s image into his mind. In the vision, she stood before an arched window… Her beauty ripped him raw. It festered. Hurt. She was a stab of pain. From the delicate turn of her jaw to her full pouty lips, she seared his awareness. Her long, white-blonde hair hung to her waist. She was gifted with arched, dark brows and stunning green eyes that would rival emeralds. Beautiful black wings arched over her pale, white skin, a testament to her rank and position. She was a Nyx Fae…born of the night. They were extremely rare and looked upon as a blessing.

Why the fucking hell was she here? Neglected and nearly dead? They were usually locked away in the Fae priestly high towers, and kept pure while used for their magic.

He didn’t have time to contemplate more as Beau’s claw rose.

No! Levi leaped from his position, sailing through the air. He couldn’t stop himself. He was no longer in control as the overwhelming desire to protect her twisted deep inside him. As he landed, Beau’s sharp, curved nails dug deep into the Alpha’s side. A screeching moan tore out his throat, and he fell atop the injured Fae.

Beau sank to the ground, bowing. Alpha, forgive me! He whimpered, whining his remorse. Karson backed away too, his shoulders sunken low. Neither wolf wanted to face the Alpha’s wrath. Each backed up more.

Levi snapped his disapproval, howling up into the night sky. The rain pelted his canine face, while pain zoomed through his body, white-hot and blistering.

She’s mine! He growled in the empty recesses of their minds.

His pack mates eased back farther, shaking, and wailing their distress. He didn’t care, nor did he explain, ignoring them. As soon as he knew they wouldn’t harm her, he eased off her, dismissing the pain in his side. He’d heal quickly.

Levi shifted into his human form, dropping to his knees. The icy rain pelted his naked skin, droplets steaming against his excessive body temperature. Reaching for her delicate shoulders, he carefully rolled her over, brushing filth from her face, so careful as not to jar her into more agony. The feel of her skin was liquid pleasure. Satiny and smooth.

He felt her deep.

She mingled.

Unmistakable.

Harsh, yet balmy.

She soothed the beast tearing at the edges of his sanity.

It was the Pairing.

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Shahram “Ram” Zare carries a dark secret—shadows of unresolved pain. Five years earlier, he and his brother fled their home country after a tribal war, but now, the ghosts have settled, and their uncle travels to the US, hoping to encourage the brothers to marry. And Ram has been charged with finding a pseudo-fiancée for his older brother, Javad. His search leads him to a beautiful woman. He hesitates to ask her to be a pawn in such an archaic system of duty, especially as his heart grows deeper in love with her.

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Suffering from PTSD with a snarky view of life, Detective Shawn Angel is forced to face her internal demons before she loses her job. When she heads out of town, she plans to conquer fears with a little rest and relaxation, but she’s a trouble magnet. She swears it’s not her fault. It’s almost as if someone is purposefully tormenting her. Confronted by her past love, Shawn must surrender her pride and work with Leo Grayson. He yanks Shawn out of her safe bubble, complicating matters in his sexy way, yet finding a killer proves to be easier than rekindling their romance. As the intrigue climbs dangerous levels, Shawn tugs on her badass, fully prepared to handle things her way. She’s supposedly on vacation, but now, she’s out to catch a killer…

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  • “Get ready for a funny, emotional, action-packed mystery with a sassy lead female with a hilarious inner monologue!”
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Book Release: Under the Sun

Jennifer West lives a vibrant life, taking risks in her personal life…one man at a time. On her quest to find Mr. Right, she meets Jake Donavan. A man with some serious sex appeal. Yet he falls under the Mr. Wrong category. He’s an ex-black ops agent, working head of security for S-Tec. Jennifer’s mugging sends up a red flag, and Donavan works behind the scenes to discover her attacker. But there is something she doesn’t want him to discover, yet no secret can stay buried forever. As her stalker closes in, Donavan shows his gentle side—a man he hasn’t allowed himself to be in a long time.
Danger is rising and only one man may protect her…

Author Note: What happened behind the scenes of Beneath Her Skin? Catch a glimpse. See another point of view as familiar characters make a reappearance. Includes new content. This story is a standalone.

 

Cover Reveal: Under the Sun

Jennifer West lives a vibrant life, taking risks in her personal life…one man at a time. On her quest to find Mr. Right, she meets Jake Donavan. A man with some serious sex appeal. Yet he falls under the Mr. Wrong category. He’s an ex-black ops agent, working head of security for S-Tec. Jennifer’s mugging sends up a red flag, and Donavan works behind the scenes to discover her attacker. But there is something she doesn’t want him to discover, yet no secret can stay buried forever. As her stalker closes in, Donavan shows his gentle side—a man he hasn’t allowed himself to be in a long time.

Danger is rising and only one man may protect her…

Excerpt:

Jennifer West strode down Main Street with her Penn State crew; girls she loved and trusted with her whole heart. Especially Brooke Stone. She eyed her best friend, loving how beautifully confident she appeared. Brooke needed this night to blow off steam. Life had thrown her friend a shit-ton of curveballs after losing her uncle to cancer and stuck with his debts.

But no more.

Tonight Jennifer and Brooke would shake off their hectic workweeks and have some much-needed fun.

Mike waited for her. He was about average height with wavy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. So lean, the guy could work a pair of jeans. They’d met after her decision to try skydiving; a feat she’d enjoyed. He’d been her instructor, and they’d hit it off. One drink. Two drinks. They’d ended up parting their zippers.

He met her and her girls at the door of her favorite bar, Looney’s. His squad of dudes swarmed the front entrance, looking all hot and magnificent. This would be a great night, full of fun and excitement.

She had faith.

Mike snatched her up in his arms, laying a hot kiss across her lips. Nope. He did nothing for her—like their night had been. Stale. Lifeless. Forgettable.

She knew deep down, she couldn’t continue this path of guys and too many nights. But she hated to think that her life would boil down to her own company in her high-rise apartment…alone. Yet she wasn’t game for more forgettable moments either.

Something had to change.

As her party people moved ahead of her, she lagged behind. Not that she minded. There was no reason to appear too eager.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jennifer saw him. The him she thought she’d never see again.

Donavan.

He is here?

Her lusty reaction flamed.

She chalked up her horn bee response to him as normal. He hit at least 6’4 of pure muscle—the kind that resembled The Rock, but hotter. His close cropped hair added to his sexy factor too. The pure chocolate sin of his eyes held a darkness beyond color, a mystery she’d never solved in their brief time together. He had a Roman nose with high cheekbones down to firm lips. He had a mouth that knew every inch of her too. They had hooked up. She wouldn’t think about him now. Maybe he’d leave if she ignored him.

She had to forget him and she’d make herself. Her brain was on board with that concept, but tell that to her heart. Giving herself a mental shake, she would turn the corner on his dark and dangerous vibe.

Donavan’s eyes narrowed and his firm, drive-me-wild lips were set in a firm line. He towered over her, making her feel all soft and feminine.

He is too close.

She hated that she cared.

He invaded her personal space, his hand enclosing her wrist. “I need to speak with you, Red.”

Jennifer jerked her arm away. “I have nothing to say to you,” she volleyed, taking a step forward, trying to escape him.

“What game are you playing at?” he growled. “I have something serious to say.”

He crowded her, as if he were trying to intimidate her. Her jaw hardened. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

She knew she was being bitchy, but he chose now to act as if he gave a crap? That he knew her? No, not happening. Butt hurt, she would not be. As far as she knew, he didn’t even know her name. That wasn’t grounds for an urgent conversation.

*Subject to change prior to publishing

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Author Note: This story is a standalone. A part of Under the Sun crosses the timeline of Beneath Her Skin and some familiar characters make a reappearance.

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What would happen if a book came to life? Isabella Adair, romance writer extraordinaire, moves into an old house and falls through a portal to another dimension. She runs into the hero of her next book—in the middle of medieval past—and he’s about to be married. Will she have enough fodder for her next book? Or will she stay and make her dreams come true?

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Saturday Fun: Desperate Whispers by Jessa Ely

Dane Corbett had left Eva Falls in pursuit of dreams. When he is drawn back to the very place from which he ran, he discovers the mayor’s daughter lying in a ditch. She is not the same vibrant woman he left behind, and he wants answers.

The demons of Rachel Ryan’s past cloud her present, yet her carefully built walls of isolation weaken as she is drawn to Dane. She fights the desperate whispers telling her to flee, wanting instead to surrender her fears.

Reaching beyond shame and sorrow, they discover a love that even a deadly vendetta cannot destroy.

Excerpt:

Rachel slammed her front door with a force that shook the windows. Trust wasn’t easy for her, yet here she swayed in Judas type waters. How could Greta keep this from her? It wasn’t some minor detail.

Ethan Corbett had destroyed her.

He took her innocence, her trust, and her sanity. As far as she knew, Dane was unaware of his brother’s vicious action. Her parents had taken great pains to bury the whole incident.

She took four steps toward her shower before her front door opened, slamming behind her. Rachel whirled around to find Dane in her house. Her face heated up, and anger coursed through her. “Get out, Dane!” Yelling was a mistake. She grimaced under the pressure of her headache as streaks of pain powered through her temples, churning her stomach.

He took two steps toward her, but she retreated.

“Stop, Rachel,” he said softly. “You’re in pain, so let me help you. Maybe you need a doctor. I’ll take you.”

“No.”

“Please talk to me.”

Rachel snorted, her hands coming up to hold her head as if that was going to ward off the pain or the evil darkness. “I want to be left alone. This isn’t a good time.” The pain was excruciating. She felt so sick that she thought she might pass out.

“What’s going on, Rachel? Am I that much of a shock to you?” Dane asked, his voice biting. “I know we didn’t keep in touch, but I never expected this kind of reaction from you.”

Remorse ate at her. “Look, can’t you just—” She nearly fell to the floor as fiery pain burst through her head, but Dane grabbed her.

“Rachel!”

She gasped as he pulled her close. Anxiety overwhelmed her. The inner claws extended over her nerves, shaking out her fear as though wet laundry in need of drying. She was in his arms, and she was inexplicably scared. She knew she shouldn’t be afraid of him, so she closed her eyes against his concerned face, and she shut down, counting backward from one hundred.

“Damn it. You’re shaking, Rachel.” He led her over to the sofa and gently pulled her down onto his lap.

She surrendered to his kindness but still couldn’t open her eyes.

“Tell me what’s wrong, baby.” His hand caressed her back.

She focused on the glide of his hand, and the hated claws began to recede, leaving her strangely cocooned in an invisible net of safety. The shaking gave way to warmth. She couldn’t feel the inner stabbing pain. Dane had calmed the beast, but Rachel was afraid to open her eyes and disrupt the balance.

She sighed. “Can’t you just accept that eleven years is a long time and that people change? I’m not the same person you once knew.” His body wrapped her in a pocket of heaven, and his scent enveloped her with a unique familiarity. She couldn’t believe she was on his lap, enjoying his touch.

“I can accept anything.”

She tried to get up, but his arms tightened around her. “Dane, let me go.”

“Not yet. You’re still trembling.”

Desperate Whispers by Jessa Ely

Jessa Ely is the pseudonym for Beth Mikell.

Review:

5 out of 5 ” This is a story of true love, tragic heartache, and the power to change the perception of others. When you love someone with all your heart, you will do anything to make things right, and Dane shows us the true meaning of conquering your demons, and showing others your true self. He’s an absolute heartbreaker, and there’s definitely some book boyfriend love going on. We should all be so lucky to have someone truly fight for us, no matter what anyone else thinks.” –Amazon Reviewer