Hello Readers : )
Thursday is here and with the opportunity to have a look at another great book.
Torn between hiding her goddess lineage from mortals and needing her powerful gifts for self-preservation, Yasmin Freeman just
wants to be ordinary. But when an assignment leads her to Gray, a Talon shape-shifter able to assume the deadly features of any bird of prey, the true nature of her abilities is revealed.
Fiercely protective of his people, Gray is honor-bound to dispose of intruders, but Yasmin provokes a lustful hunger in him he doesn’t understand—a hunger that drives him to disregard the Talon’s strict avoidance of humans.
Gray’s seductive touch triggers an ancient bonding process Yasmin is powerless to stop. Their bond should hold them together, but without the cooperation of their peoples, humans, goddesses, and Talons could die. Yasmin must face Gray in battle if she is to plead with the Talon elders for cooperation, yet defeating Gray might mean the end of the fragile trust between them.
Gray drew himself up tall. His sister might stand beside him as one of Congress Ten, but he was her senior and superior. There is no reason for attack and you know it. The human has shown us no cause to reveal our strength openly.
She’s built a… What is that thing? Perl hissed in his head.
She’s built a tent in the Clearing. And she comes from the Human Council.
And soon, she will try to sleep. He sent back. Her dreams will be full of me, and she will run terrified from the Landing.
Gray heard his sister sigh, but he cut her off. Your impetuousness will be your downfall, sister. He tossed his head as his anger rose at her blatant insubordination, resenting a need to explain his actions to her. This human is weak. Just as weak as every other the council has sent out here. She will leave by morning.
Yet even as he spoke, Gray wondered about the woman below. Her soft curves, the spiraling hair threaded with gold, the almost luminous pale skin, they were all in such contrast to the features of the Talon women he was used to. But there was something more than that in this one. The radiant heat he’d noted when she first arrived was different now. When she’d taken her shoes off, something had altered in the earth around her. Something old and powerful.
He looked down again. The woman fussed around her tent, hammering pegs into the ground with no style and certainly no connection with the earth. Gray rolled his shoulders. His concern was nothing. Once she settled down for the night, he would begin. And she would never return.
“Go back to your duties,” he hissed to his sister. “This woman is mine.”
Yasmin in three words…
Smart, haunted and passionate.
Trivia time. Things Gray would never have in his luggage…
A guidebook. He can just fly higher to work out where he’s going.
Cigarettes. The Talon would think it weak to let anything but fresh air in their lungs.
Socks. Who needs socks when you’ve got feathers.
You can get hold of A Talon at Her Throat from The Wild Rose Press:
or via iTunes.
About the author:
I love sunshine, chardonnay, (preferably together), beaches, trees, great vegetarian food, steamy writing and happy endings. I’ve been known to be an all round arty type and it’s no wonder that my first romance had a little sparkle of the stage tucked into its pages. Being a writer was not was I was supposed to be when I ‘grew up’ but then neither was being a dancer. My poor parents. They thought that when I toddled off to law school they’d bred a responsible, useful adult and instead they got a performer and word junkie. Sometimes my performing past jumps into the dress up box and requires attention. But most of the time I’m content to stay in my PJs. All day. I also think that chocolate can solve pretty much everything. Chocolate margaritas are pure genius.
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