Smilodon
Pride, Book Two
Genre:
Paranormal, Adventure
Length:
Novel
Synopsis
Roan
has pretended to be a human for long enough. He needs to get out of town and
roam the land, as any proper werecat should.
The
last thing he wants is his conscience insisting he should save an abused
werewolf from a traveling circus first. The very last thing he expects is the
local sheriff’s daughter having the exact same idea – and beating him to the
punch.
Their
rescue goes spectacularly wrong, and suddenly Roan, Betsy and their crippled
wolf find themselves fleeing across the US for the Mexican border, chased by
the police and vengeful circus fey alike.
Sunchaser
is a non-romance, road-movie-ish urban fantasy adventure novel about a werecat
drifter, a wide-eyed human girl and a defective werewolf learning that
sometimes, family really is the ones you didn’t pick.
Excerpt
Roan cautiously edged around a trailer until he could get a look at what
was going on.
The side of the truck facing the camp was folded up and revealed that
the inside was actually a cage with sturdy steel bars. The floor was sparsely
covered with filthy straw. A tall man in a faded tuxedo, with an equally faded
top hat over a stark white ponytail stood inside the cage, brandishing an
electrical cattle prod. He made all of Roan's senses light up in alarm. The man
felt cold to him, like a chilly breeze. Roan had no idea what he was, but he
definitely wasn't human. It took him several seconds to notice there was
someone else in the cage, too.
A huge wolf cowered in the furthest corner, pressed flat to the ground,
his snout and most of his face hidden under his front paws. His fur was matted
with dirt.
"Do it!" the man hissed again. "Change!" The cattle
prod descended and was pressed against the wolf's neck, who whined in pain but
didn't move.
The scent of burning flesh made bile rise in Roan's throat. He stared in
shock. That couldn't be a werewolf. He didn't have much respect for the
doggies, but he refused to believe that any of them would have allowed anyone
to treat them like this. A lone werewolf was a rare thing in itself. They lived
in packs, protecting each other and their young. Where there was one, there
were always more, which was why one never tangled with them. And yet, the faint
scent of something more than mere wolf was unmistakable.
"Fuck!" the man growled and kicked the wolf's side hard, his
only reaction was to try and make himself even smaller. "You can't be used
up already! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Roan had no idea what the guy was so angry about, but he was sure it
would be bad for the wolf. He breathed deeply and soundlessly. He had to get
out before the man noticed him. That he had captured a werewolf didn't mean he
would be able to capture a werepanther as well, but it definitely would mean a
lot of trouble. He had absolutely no reason to risk that.
The man inside the cage straightened up and visibly fought to regain his
calm, pulling his tuxedo jacket back into place. Then, he crouched down beside
the trembling werewolf and gently stroked his neck.
"There, there. I know you are so tired,” he said, his voice a soft
singsong now. “But you have to do it. One more time. For me. Be a good boy for
me."
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Start
your journey with Book One in the Smilodon Pride
series:
Softpaw
Connor’s
life used to be the dream of any cultured werecat. He spent his days in Paris’
gay quarter with comfortably little real work, playing the piano, surrounded by
art, fine food and good friends. Now, a feral vampire preys on the prostitutes
of ‘his’ quarter, killing the boys of the Marais one by one.
When
Connor invites a newly arrived hooker to stay on his houseboat, the last thing
he expects is Michel to be a member of the Brigade Criminelle – a troubled,
hunky rookie cop sent undercover to explore Connor’s connection to the murders,
picked mostly because he had been a boy of the Marais himself, not so long
ago.
Hiding
their true natures becomes a problem for both when their initial attraction
becomes much more than they ever thought possible. But in order to bring down
the serial killer and maybe have a chance at making their relationship work
out, one of them will have to take the first, critical leap…
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About
the authors
Beryll
and Osiris Brackhaus are a couple currently living their happily ever after in
the very heart of Germany, under the stern but loving surveillance of their
cat.
Both of them
are voracious but picky readers, they love telling stories and drinking tea,
good food and the occasional violent movie. Together, they write novels of
adventure and romance, hoping to share a little of their happiness with their
readers.
Beryll
An artist by
heart, Beryll wrote stories even before she knew what letters were. As easily
inspired as she is frustrated, her own work is never good enough (in her eyes).
A perfectionist in the best and worst sense of the word and the driving
creative force of the duo.
Osiris
An
entertainer and craftsman in his approach to writing, Osiris is the
down-to-earth, practical part of the team. Broadly interested in almost every
subject and skill, with a sunny mood and caring personality, he strives to
bring the human nature into focus of each of his stories.
