Blurb:
A chain of tragic events cumulating in the shattering of the
magical "dream bond" between Theo and Sar turns the lovers against
one another, as Ulysses attacks from all fronts, hoping to destroy Devlin for
good. The return of Lash reignites the fire between he and Sar, even as he
saves her daughter Elle from certain death. Finally joined under Oath, Lash,
Devlin, and Sar face the storm of Ulysses's wrath, knowing it will take their
combined strength and courage to save all they love from his tempest of
vengeance.
Excerpt:
It was now or never.
I
said a quick prayer as I slid my hand to my belt, flipping open the blade as I
yanked it free. I kneed Theo as hard as I could. He let out a cry, struggling
to hold me. I stuck the knife Lash had given me into his arm, and he snarled in
pain, flinching back from me, but he still had me with one hand. I bit his
wrist as hard as I could, then jerked free. Theo was almost fully shifted into
cougar form, but he was not only injured, he was tangled in his clothes. I ran
out of the room as soon as I’d unlocked the door, and upstairs to the study,
the knife still in my hand.
Before
I reached the top step I heard a throaty purr, and heard clawed feet scrabbling
on the stairs as they bounded up them after me. I got into the study just in
time to slam the door and lock it, hoping to God Danial hadn’t moved the gun he
had kept here since the attacks by Manir more than a year ago. Because I was
running to a dead end with no way out, if what Theo had told me about
teleporting was true. But I’d never have made it out the front door before he
was on me. I tried to teleport immediately, and nothing happened. I tried the
phone to call Terian, and got only static. An extension had to be off the hook
somewhere.
Shit!
The
office door shuddered under Theo’s assault. He roared, and hit it again.
Danial, however, had put this door on after the assault by Manir. The
reinforced steel and oak creaked, but it held.
I
wiped the knife off on my pants and folded it up, clipping it back to my belt
loop, thanking God I’d put it on tonight. Unlocked the hidden safe in the wall,
I retrieved a gun and bullets from inside, swearing because it was a regular
silenced gun, not an explosive bullets gun. At least the rounds were jacketed
hollow points. I had just gotten the first bullet into the chamber when I heard
a key in the lock.
The
door opened, and Theo stood there, nude, his blue eyes determined, a key in his
hand. His arm where I cut him was still bleeding. “I’m not healing, Sarelle.
You have werepoison on your blade,” he growled, advancing slowly. “That’s
Lash’s knife clipped to your belt! I recognize it!”
I
trained the gun on him, holding it with both hands so it didn’t shake too much.
“That’s
a regular .38. You shoot me, you’d better hit my heart,” Theo growled. “Because
you miss, and I’ll be on you in a second. This little chase you’ve led me on is
over! Terian isn’t here to save you! Danial and Lash aren’t here to save you!
And Devlin will be too late!”
“You
have one chance to leave,” I said in a hard voice. “Or I will shoot you, Theo.”
Theo
looked at me for a few moments, and then he lunged for me with a roar.
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Bio:
Tara Fox Hall is an OSHA-certified safety and health
inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. She received her bachelor's degree
in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from Binghamton University. Her writing credits include
over twenty short stories published in the nature magazines Catnip Blossoms,
Meanwhile, and On The River. Her short horror stories have appeared in
Deadman's Tome, Flashes in the Dark, Halloween Alliance, and Ghastly Door. She
also coauthored the essay "The Allure of the Serial Killer,"
published in Serial Killers - Philosophy for Everyone: Being and Killing
(Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). She divides her free time unequally between writing
novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals of all
species, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target
practice.
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Email: tarafoxhall@gmail.com


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