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Blurb:
One vibrant hope…
Bar
owner Kayla Benson never thought of herself as extraordinary until the
battle between Stormkins and Sunkins blew her comfortable life apart.
Dropped heart first into the wild complications of court politics and
dangerous insurrection, Kayla is drawn to three seductive and powerful
men. Will Kayla be able to stand on her own and rule Storm Hollow or
will her mixed heritage be her demise?
Two determined warriors…
Nightmare
and Dreamer searched all their lives for the Queen who would restore
the Stormkins to their rightful glory. Never did they suspect a common
bar owner would be the answer to those prayers. But now that they’ve
found her, they will do whatever it takes to keep her safe and in their
arms.
His last chance…
Darkness
only knows one life—the path of the assassin—but Kayla provides him
with hope for the future, a desperate hope for a better existence. Never
could have imagined the place he would find it was in her bed.
Three powerful men and one vibrant woman must find passion and redemption to survive…
Kayla
must shed her expectations and become Queen of Storm Hollow, claim her
men, unite her court and change the world…no pressure.
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Excerpt:
“How the hell did you
get in here?” She exhaled the words on a harsh exhale.
“That is not
imperative at the moment. You must come with me.”
“Like that’s going to
happen.” Covering her anxiety with a snort, she backed up to the door.
Adrenaline chased away her fatigue and she searched for the handle. “It’s time
for you to leave, the bar’s closed.”
Between one heartbeat
and the next, he was in front of her. The overhead light glistened off his
skin. An intangible force pushed her back against the cool metal of the door.
Desire washed away her fear. “Who are you?” Violent, inexplicable need
harshened her tone.
“That matter’s not.”
“It matters to me.
You’re in my bar after hours. I have the right to know your name.”
“Nightmare.”
The name sent chills
up her spine. “Nightmare, huh?” Just what
I need some punk from the local gang trying to shake me down. She looked
him over. His dark grey suit cast a question on gang affiliation. He’s not the type I’d expect to be causing
problems for business owners. What is he into? Maybe not a gang…could the mob
have moved into Sweetwater?
“I can bring your
deepest fears alive.” His rich voice sent a rush of heat through her body.
She raised an eyebrow
in question. Great, an escaped mental
patient walks into a bar…can this night get any worse?
“If you don’t believe
me look down.” The cool dare interweaving the words drew her gaze toward the
floor—and it disappeared beneath her feet.
She stood on a steel
beam hundreds of feet in the air. Frozen and unable to move, her heart
thundered in her ears. Squeezing her eyes shut, she swallowed the hard lump in
her throat. This isn’t real. She
repeated the refrain, but not even the knowledge of standing in the bar
dissuaded her mind from what her eyes told it. She dangled a thousand feet in
the air, and panic engulfed her.
“Believe me now?” He
taunted.
“Please…” I’m going to die. A tear escaped her
clenched eyes and she peeked down again, the acrid taste of bile in the back of
her throat. The floor became solid once more and she collapsed. Sucking in
noisy gulps of air, she tried to reconcile the insane with the real, but her
mind rebelled.
“Come with me now
before we’re late.” Nightmare ordered, his impassive visage cold and
unforgiving.
“What do you want?” She
choked out.
“I mean you no harm…”
“No harm? Are you out
of your mind?” It took everything she had not to vomit. “You just had me
dangling on a steal beam. Get out.”
He squatted in front
of her, remorseless. Catching her upper arm in his hand, she thought he wanted
to pull her up, but froze and instead dropped to his knees beside her, his head
bowed.
Alarmed further, she
watched him warily. “What is it? Are you okay?”
“You’re a Queen.” His
voice barely rose above a whisper. “A Stormkin Queen. The one I’ve searched
for.”
About
the Author:
Born and raised
in the Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania area, Marissa Dobson now resides about an hour
from Washington, D.C. She is a lady who likes to keep busy, and is always busy
doing something. With two different college degrees, she believes you are never
done learning.
Being the first
daughter to an avid reader, this gave her the advantage of learning to read at
a young age. Since learning to read she has always had her nose in a book. It
wasn’t until she was a teenager that she started writing down the stories she
came up with.
Marissa is
blessed with a wonderful supportive husband, Thomas. He is her other half and
allows her to stay home and pursue her writing. He puts up with all her quirks
and listens to her brainstorm in the middle of the night.
Her writing
buddies Max (a cocker spaniel) and Dawne (a beagle mix) are always around to
listen to me bounce ideas off them. They might not be able to answer, but they
are helpful in their own ways.
