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Primal Hunger – Available Now!

September 16, 2009

It’s out! Woohoo! And how about an excerpt ? Don’t miss the one posted on my Website.

PrimalHungerPRIMAL HUNGER

When the sun goes down, passion is unleashed.

Kennedy Beaumont loves her bartending job, even if her spirited nature sometimes gets her in trouble. Like threatening to hose down one of Pendragon’s co-owners. When it comes to Tristan, she could use a good hosing down, herself—maybe it’ll help her stop casting him as the star in her wickedest dreams. Since he goes out of his way to avoid her, it ought to be easy to put him out of her head—until he reluctantly offers her a ride home.

Gargoyle shape-shifter Tristan Callaghan hasn’t had time for anything other than recovering the mystical dagger that was used to permanently lock his brother in a prison of stone. The cat inside him should have stopped craving Kennedy’s touch long ago, but now that she’s sitting next to him in his car, his very human need for her is sharper than ever.

The distraction is costly. In a split second, Kennedy finds herself thrust into a dangerous, millennia-old hunt for Excalibur. A hunt that marks her for death—and leaves Tristan with a painful choice—sacrifice his family, his quest…or the one woman meant to be his.

EXCERPT

PRIMAL HUNGER
Pendragon Gargoyles Book 1

When the sun goes down, passion is unleashed.

Kennedy Beaumont loves her bartending job, even if her spirited nature sometimes gets her in trouble. Like threatening to hose down one of Pendragon’s co-owners. When it comes to Tristan, she could use a good hosing down, herself—maybe it’ll help her stop casting him as the star in her wickedest dreams. Since he goes out of his way to avoid her, it ought to be easy to put him out of her head—until he reluctantly offers her a ride home.

Gargoyle shape-shifter Tristan Callaghan hasn’t had time for anything other than recovering the mystical dagger that was used to permanently lock his brother in a prison of stone. The cat inside him should have stopped craving Kennedy’s touch long ago, but now that she’s sitting next to him in his car, his very human need for her is sharper than ever.

The distraction is costly. In a split second, Kennedy finds herself thrust into a dangerous, millennia-old hunt for Excalibur. A hunt that marks her for death—and leaves Tristan with a painful choice—sacrifice his family, his quest…or the one woman meant to be his.

EXCERPT

Why was there never a bouncer around when you really needed one?

Kennedy judged the distance between her and the shadow closing in. One bouncer wouldn’t get the job done anyway. She’d need a whole freakin’ team, and that frantic realization definitely nudged the boundary between sane and losing her damn mind.

Another scream stretched up her throat as she darted around another corner, quickly silenced when she slammed into a sidewall that jutted out into the hall. Knocked backward on impact, she scrambled away from the all-too-real hallucination mere feet away. Her back came up against the wall, her damp palms sliding across the polished floor in vain. She couldn’t get enough traction to regain her footing.

Not real. Not real.

An inky black hand materialized within the shadow. Five distinct claws lengthened to deadly razor-sharp points and reached for her. A burst of adrenaline exploded through her bloodstream, and she shot across the floor, escaping the shadow’s lunge. Real or not, she felt the current of air rush across her face as she narrowly missed a swipe of the thing’s claws.

“Tristan!”

For the first time, his name made it past her lips. She planted her hands and shoved her weight forward, poised like a runner primed for the hundred meter dash—a runner frozen in her tracks.

Oh Jesus.

Suddenly the shadow behind her didn’t seem that big of a threat at all. Eyes wide, she couldn’t move, didn’t dare. In front of her another dark blur shot around the corner. Its monstrous paws pounded across the floor, its large black head lowered, mouth agape, revealing one too many sharp teeth. The menacing growl that rode the air stopped her heart in her chest.

Unlike the shadow, the large black cat didn’t seem like a hallucination at all. She could all but feel the puffs of air that flared the animal’s nostrils, could smell the wild, earthy scent as it stalked closer.

Its gaze darted to her face, the animal’s iridescent blue eyes sweeping over her before fixing on the darkness behind her. Not even the certainty that the shadow hovered over her shoulder, its gnarled claws prepared to slash at her, could make her look away from the cat.

She might have laughed then, a hysterical no-fucking-way laugh that probably echoed the halls of every loony bin in the country—if she could have drawn enough oxygen from her lungs. Instead, she remained paralyzed and out of options.

Moving would draw the cat’s attention, and while she had no clue if or how the shadow would hurt her, she could far too easily imagine the cat’s teeth tearing into her skin.

“Nice kitty.” She cringed as the words left her lips. The last thing the animal looked was nice. Vicious predator. Deadly meat-eater. Those were a much better fit. And if she didn’t get a grip, didn’t lock down the panic slithering up her spine, she might as well dangle a damn string in front of the animal and prepare to lose an arm.

And that was probably a best-case scenario.

Pick up your copy at Samhain Publishing!

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