Birds don’t talk—or do they? Helen O’Connell learns that they can speak and so much more. When Jeremy, a Corvidae Shifter, comes into her life, it’s no accident. Helen never imagined herself as the leading lady in Jeremy’s haunting, recurrent dream.
Helen O’Connell has battled to get her life back on track since an ugly divorce almost cost Helen her freedom. Now, working as a reporter for a magazine, she finds herself keeping her lecherous boss Tye in check. Covering a paranormal story at the cemetery, she ends up reciting an incantation, unwittingly beginning the release of Wolven Theriomorphs, bent on annihilating the human world.
Jeremy is a Corvidae Shifter who lives in a raven body. He has a recurring vision that foretells disturbing events. The dream leaves him believing Helen is his intended mate. He follows her and realizes that he has broken the most sacred rule of all—no love between humans and Corvidae. Now the evil Wolven Shifters have marked Helen as their next target. To her shock, she discovers her ex-husband Darryl is part of the sinister occurrences.
Snatched away to the holding place called The Gap, Helen is forced to finish the incantation she started at the cemetery to release the beasts into the world. With the help of Jeremy and his family, she is able to rebind the beasts and realizes she’s stronger than she ever knew and that love can overcome any barrier.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of violence and death.
General Release Date: 20th February 2015
In the dream, darkness engulfed him. Then it came forth—the spitting, hissing sound of the creature, struggling to manifest itself into the present realm. The scene moved slowly, stretching time out as Jeremy watched from a distance. He shifted his feathers in response to the warning wave of tingling running along them. A woman entered her home, flicking the light switch up and down. The lights did not come on. Fear gripped him. She was in danger.
The scene changed suddenly, as though a hand had wiped the picture away. Jeremy looked over at the human woman, Helen, again. She stood beside a gravestone. Two other women were near her. Their energy sent a swift jolt into his system. Evil always had that effect on his senses. In the air, the creature’s energy reached forward, trying to claw at Helen. She opened her mouth, about to spill the words of the incantation. Jeremy gasped in complete horror—no! She must not say the incantation. It would mean the end for everyone. He listened, straining to hear the words, but she did not finish them. With his heart pounding insanely, Jeremy gulped as a wave of relief washed over him. Why? What had prevented her from saying all of the invocation? The picture panned back. What was it about her that they wanted and needed in order to be free?
The frame faded out and suddenly Jeremy could feel the smoothness of her skin. He was beside her on a bed in his human form. A burning need coursed through his body. The woman lay seductively, her dark, wavy hair splayed over the pillow. Jeremy froze, mesmerized by the feelings flooding his system. The need to take her, to join with her, ignited within his entire body. Her soft lips against his own yielded to his tongue slipping in to explore. Her skin looked so pale and creamy against the dark tan of his own. He rolled on top of her and in one motion, sheathed himself deep into her core. Helen moaned, a primitive call of an animal crying out its need. It shattered his mind and in an instant he knew—she was his mate.
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The cemetery appeared deserted at first. The sounds of leaves rustling in the breeze mixed with birdsong. Squirrels busied themselves collecting the many pods bursting with ripe seeds all along the gravesites. Helen breathed in a mix of flowers and freshly mowed grass. The stone pathway went in the wrong direction. If she were going to get to the meeting place, she’d have to walk on the grass. It took only one step for the spike of her heel to sink deep into the soft earth. Shit, she couldn’t afford another pair of shoes. Yuk. The very thought of what or who might be under that dirt grossed her out.
The woman waiting on the far side of the graveyard waved frantically at her.
After pulling her heel out, Helen stumbled along awkwardly. Damn Tye for insisting she come out to investigate this call. He’d given no history about what was going on. The lady, a Mrs. Randall, had called the magazine and requested the ‘paranormal researcher’ meet her in the cemetery. Helen hadn’t had any choice but to go. Apparently, the woman’s dead husband was making contact and she wanted answers. Tye thought it would make a great personal interest story for the magazine. No doubt Mrs. Randall was just another crackpot, or even worse, someone who hadn’t worked through their grief. Most calls of this type ended up being from people too jacked up on caffeine and insomnia to know they’d fallen off the edge of reason.
“It took you long enough. Are you Helen from the magazine?” The whiny tone of her voice made it sound more like a complaint than a question.
“Mrs. Randall? I’m Helen O’Connell, from Around Town Magazine.”
The woman made no attempt to reach forward and Helen found herself withdrawing her hand as quickly as she’d extended it.
Out of nowhere, another woman rushed up to them. Who was this? Tye had said nothing about another person being involved in this interview.
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Reviewed by Kate
If you are looking for a good book with a little paranormal activity, fantasy and romance this book is the perfect choice! It is definitely a must read book! I'm looking forward to reading more books by...
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Reviewed by Stephanie
I absolutely loved this book it was so interesting and once I started reading it I couldn't stop! Can't wait to read more books from Leah Grant!
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